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[ Though Wei Ying claims that the journey will take a day or longer with Lan Zhan's measured pace, the truth is that he is rushing to see him again. Despite his relatively hurried steps, walking the road alone nevertheless gives him time to reflect on what it is he is hurrying towards. It feels like they've danced around each other for such a long time: Wei Ying teasing and Lan Zhan attempting to understand his strange ways of communicating, of behaving. One minute, he brings up flattery, and the next he claims that Lan Zhan was greedy for it. He is playful—childish, to some—and it makes it all the more difficult for someone like Lan Zhan to parse his true meaning or how he genuinely feels.

Wei Ying isn't a child, yet Lan Zhan wishes to protect him as though he is family. He is no longer a swordsman, yet his movements are as beautiful and graceful as ever. They aren't lovers, yet Lan Zhan has loved him for more years than Wei Ying has been in his life.

He feels like a coward for admitting these feelings through a message rather than directly to Wei Ying's face as he deserves, but Lan Zhan is still learning how to interpret and act upon his own feelings, let alone those of others. He hasn't had long to practice, but Wei Ying gives him plenty of opportunities, both in his first life and this second one. That is another motivation for Lan Zhan who doesn't want to waste the gift that is a second opportunity to be at Wei Ying's side.

So Lan Zhan hurries. Not when he is in sight of others, such as Sizhui who follows him to the border of Cloud Recesses to bid him farewell and, oddly, good luck. Lan Zhan had only mentioned that he is going to meet Wei Ying and not the purpose, yet his son had smiled sweetly while a mischievous spark danced in his eyes. Lan Zhan is convinced that he'd somehow obtained such an expression from his youth with Wei Ying.

When he is halfway, as Wei Ying had suggested, he stops to admire the scenery. It would be more beautiful with Wei Ying there, long black hair and robes blowing in the breeze, red fabrics starkly contrasting the vivid green around him. Sighing, wondering when it was that Wei Ying came to fully occupy Lan Zhan's thoughts, he waits to see whether perhaps their timing is fortuitous, or if he will once again need to chase after his fated one. ]

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[ Of all the ways that Lan Zhan had imagined that Wei Ying might find out about his crush, a texting thread stemming from his naked photography wasn't one of them. As he hurries to put on proper clothes, he stares at the photograph in question that's leaning against the back wall of his closet—facing away, of course, so that he isn't met with the blush-inducing image of Wei Ying's dick every single time he opens the closet. He realizes that he'll need to confess that he was the mysterious buyer, and such a thought worries him. Will Wei Ying rethink his feelings for Lan Zhan if he finds out that he is the unsavory patron? Will he be offended that Lan Zhan saw it as an opportunity to simultaneously help him financially and maintain his purity, his honor?

These are questions that haunt him on the drive to Wei Ying's place. At the forefront of his mind is the very new and sudden realization that his feelings are not completely one-sided. Wei Ying's thoughts on the matter are still uncertain, but Lan Zhan couldn't continue the conversation through text messages, or even over the phone. Something of his magnitude, this importance, deserves to be handled in person. Wei Ying is worth that much, at the very least—at the most, a far more romantic confession. Lan Zhan may not look it, but he is a romantic deep down in his heart. Even without plans to admit his feelings any time in the near future, he'd always pictured it happening somewhere with beautiful scenery, or shared memories, or anything better than standing statue-still in front of Wei Ying's door, hesitant to knock because he still hasn't found the words.

Wei Ying will have words enough for the both of them, as always. He needs to be confident of that, just as he should have been confident that Wei Ying would see through him to the truth in his heart eventually. Their conversation has filled him with hope, yes, but as he knocks on the door, he can't help but feeling the nervous fluttering of wings in his stomach. ]

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My heart says I or Wei Wuxian, though that may cause difficulty if you wish for a genuine experience of the world on your own. You should invite who you wish to spend the most time with.

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[ Though Wei Ying is always mouthy when they fall into bed together, there's something so different about it tonight. Lan Zhan can't reach out and silence him with a kiss or well-angled thrust and instead finds himself at the full mercy of Wei Ying's filthy words. It's incredible even if he struggles to not touch himself yet, not until Wei Ying asks to watch. ]

Perhaps a gag, then. [ He swallows thickly at the thought, unable to imagine a silent Wei Ying. ] Something that you wouldn't be eager to have in your mouth.

[ Lan Zhan watches with rapt attention, silently urging Wei Ying to fill himself further. Once the plug is fully seated inside of him, he lets out a steadying breath he hadn't known he was holding. ] Well done, Wei Ying. Of course I'm enjoying this, you're being so good for me. Do you want to get something bigger? I'll wait. You deserve it.

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[ Though Lan Zhan is usually one to travel with more care than haste, the fact that Wei Ying has been waiting for him so long makes him hurry to put aside his work and rush to his side. There is also the pressing matter of his slacks that are too tight, cock straining beneath them. Exchanging messages with Wei Ying often leads to this kind of result, one that leaves them both feeling needy, but this evening holds further weight. They've broached a topic that Lan Zhan barely dared to imagine before, despite the rough nature of many shared nights. It feels good to have shared his thoughts, better still to know they've been accepted, and best that Wei Ying has his own possessive streak as well.

All of these thoughts are swirling in his mind as he knocks on Wei Ying's door, curious to see the state of both his apartment and dress. He wouldn't put it past Wei Ying to answer in the nude, but Lan Zhan would hardly be able to resist him if he did. ]

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