[ Two worlds collide, and Lan Zhan is left in the swirling chaos that Wei Ying has once again created. Never would he have imagined a kiss, and yet it makes perfect sense. Perhaps one day, he will look back on tonight, hopefully fondly and not longingly, and consider how he played right into Wei Ying's plan for the kiss. Lan Zhan doesn't mind—has not minded for a long time—playing to the whims of his closest companion. If there must be one willing pawn in the schemes of Wei Wuxian, let it be his lovesick Lan Zhan.
He has no concept of whether the kiss is a good one, only that he wishes to drink Wei Ying in like a man dying of thirst, crawling through a vast yellow desert on his knees in search of an oasis. Their noses bump before a tilt of the head allows Wei Ying closer, and a true, open-mouthed gasp that escapes Lan Zhan leads to their teeth knocking together as well. He does not know what to do, only knows that he's eager to taste the claim that Wei Ying has branded onto his lips. When Wei Ying retreats, Lan Zhan quickly releases his fingers, no longer held hostage, and reaches up to grab the back of his elbow instead. He must keep him close, keep them together, keep Wei Ying from running away.
No more running, for either of them.
Chest moving visibly to regain the breath that Wei Ying had stolen from him, Lan Zhan stares at him with open amazement and, somehow still after so long, confusion. He snaps out of this and draws him back in, using enough force to bring Wei Ying within kissing distance. Lan Zhan initiates this second kiss, hungrier and deeper, his tongue seeking entry. He must taste, must lay his own claim, must fight not to take things further despite the shameful thoughts he's had for so long. His hands wander despite his efforts not to push, not to startle the skittish rabbit, not to ruin what he has wanted, needed, for so long. He smooths his palm over the jut of Wei Ying's hip so his fingers may splay against the small of his back and urge him closer, amending the angle of the kiss though their knees crash into each other as he pivots, manipulates Wei Ying's posture, seeks the light of Wei Ying like an eager sunflower.
When he withdraws his lips, but not his hands, he looks frightened by his own actions and needs. He leans forward slightly, enough to press his forehead to Wei Ying's with the cool ribbon of the Lan headband held captive between their heated skin. ]
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He has no concept of whether the kiss is a good one, only that he wishes to drink Wei Ying in like a man dying of thirst, crawling through a vast yellow desert on his knees in search of an oasis. Their noses bump before a tilt of the head allows Wei Ying closer, and a true, open-mouthed gasp that escapes Lan Zhan leads to their teeth knocking together as well. He does not know what to do, only knows that he's eager to taste the claim that Wei Ying has branded onto his lips. When Wei Ying retreats, Lan Zhan quickly releases his fingers, no longer held hostage, and reaches up to grab the back of his elbow instead. He must keep him close, keep them together, keep Wei Ying from running away.
No more running, for either of them.
Chest moving visibly to regain the breath that Wei Ying had stolen from him, Lan Zhan stares at him with open amazement and, somehow still after so long, confusion. He snaps out of this and draws him back in, using enough force to bring Wei Ying within kissing distance. Lan Zhan initiates this second kiss, hungrier and deeper, his tongue seeking entry. He must taste, must lay his own claim, must fight not to take things further despite the shameful thoughts he's had for so long. His hands wander despite his efforts not to push, not to startle the skittish rabbit, not to ruin what he has wanted, needed, for so long. He smooths his palm over the jut of Wei Ying's hip so his fingers may splay against the small of his back and urge him closer, amending the angle of the kiss though their knees crash into each other as he pivots, manipulates Wei Ying's posture, seeks the light of Wei Ying like an eager sunflower.
When he withdraws his lips, but not his hands, he looks frightened by his own actions and needs. He leans forward slightly, enough to press his forehead to Wei Ying's with the cool ribbon of the Lan headband held captive between their heated skin. ]
I have my own ransom to pay.