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Lᴀɴ Xɪᴄʜᴇɴ —(Lᴀɴ Hᴜᴀɴ) ☁︎ 𝑍𝑒𝑤𝑢-𝐽𝑢𝑛 ([personal profile] lanclan) wrote2023-05-11 11:00 am

open post.

Open Post; psls, continued threads, etc.

“Clouds have to block the sun to bring the rain, for the absence of either means the existence of nothing.”.

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[personal profile] legbreakings 2023-07-04 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There were preparations for Jiang Cheng as well, be it picking the robes he would take or small gifts to show his appreciation for the hospitality offered, not to mention preparing an itinerary of what sect affairs to discuss even on such an informal visit.

Yet this time, Jiang Cheng had found himself busy with his own furtive preparations, and he is reminded of these at the knocks. He holds a qiankun pouch specifically embedded with cooling and preservation talismans and he can only hope whatever overexcited junior come to pick him up won't find it strange enough to investigate. ]


I'm coming! I'm coming! What's that noise! [ He opens the door with a token scowl, only to falter, mortified. ] Oh. It's you.
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[personal profile] legbreakings 2023-07-07 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I... [ He still finds himself flushed, on the brink of stammering like a foolish boy rather than the jaded, fearsome sect leader he likes to present himself as. ] I wouldn't have been that rude if I'd realized it is you. [ Well, not much better than stammering, really. Now Zewu-jun is only going to believe he is a bully to his inferiors, rather than to everyone. Great.

At last, he remembers the qiankun pouch he is clutching and holds it up. ]
I brought the bribes.
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[personal profile] legbreakings 2023-07-08 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes at that playful chiding, yet he doesn't even try to resist a chuckle. ] That is wise, yes, though... I would like to hear the teahouse tales of how I have corrupted respectable Zewu-jun. That should be amusing.

[ As soon as the words are out, it occurs to Jiang Cheng that Lan Xichen must have had a lifetimes fill of featuring in teahouse gossip after Guanyin and the whole terrible Jin Guangyao affair, and he has to stifle another wince at his thoughtless words.

He clears his throat, trying to brush right past any awkwardness his words might cause. ]
Regardless, now you see that I have kept my word.

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[personal profile] wifedup 2023-07-20 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
( The kiss surprises him.

He takes a moment while basking in the heat of Lan Xichen's mouth to realise he may be in over his head. It isn't the act itself, Wen Kexing has kissed and been kissed all over the Jianghu, greedy with desire wherever he goes and leaving quite the reputation for it. He has not been a blushing virgin in a long, long time. And yet there is something about this moment, out here in the open. Courtesans and prostitutes and the occasional pretty, but drunken honoured young gentlemen do not kiss like this. They do not hold their own, in the face of Wen Kexing's lavish hunger. And so Lan Xichen's confidence is heady, sure of himself and the way of the world around him, lacking any of the vicious frenetic energy that most assertive young men hold in their bones.

Were he younger, or more naïve, Wen Kexing is sure he would have been seething with lustful jealousy the minute he set his eyes upon him. Would he have wanted to be him, or to fuck him, this fine young master? Both, and more, presumably. But he spares only the smallest of thoughts to that starving boy though, too busy watching Lan Xichen's face with dark eyes when they part, his own mouth quirking into something teasing.
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Gusu Lan’s hospitality is certainly unparalleled.

( It is easy to follow Lan Xichen inside, Wen Kexing’s gaze devouring the shape of his back and waist as he does so. Any other time he might have been curious at the state of the rooms inside, but for now all of him is focused on one thing. Wen Kexing makes no attempt to hide that he was looking when caught, grin turning lecherous in response as he carefully tucks his fan back into his sleeves, stepping forward to close the space between them once more. He knows, vaguely, that he is absolutely breaking several societal rules by even daring to be near the Chief Cultivator, let alone with the intent he has. He knows, and doesn’t care. Rules are for mortal people, ghosts have no need to heed them.

A sigh falls from his lips, airy and light as he settles a hand at Lan Xichen’s waist, tucking long fingers behind the fabric of his sash
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Why don’t you let me thank you?

( He tugs, ever so slightly, on his grip at the sash before his own body sways forward, capturing Lan Xichen’s mouth in a kiss once more. This time, Wen Kexing lets his own heat simmer behind it, a warm tongue dragging over the plush and pretty bow of the other man’s lips, daring to slip inside when they part. A free hand settles on the other side of a sinfully shaped waist, holding him still so that Wen Kexing can press ever closer, a pleased hum falling from him at all that well-muscled resistance. )
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[personal profile] wifedup 2023-07-21 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, but you see. I'm a wicked man with an ulterior motive. I've practically scaled Gusu Lan's walls to steal away a precious gem they were hiding within.

( It doesn't matter that he was invited, that he was let in, the narrative of a burglary amuses him far more than anything else and he is naturally a mischievous storyteller. His fingers splay, heavy at Lan Xichen's waist before they walk playfully up the shape of his sternum, his broad chest, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles as Wen Kexing peers at him through lowered eyelashes. He finds that there is something novel about the promise of strength between those pale blue robes, it isn't usually what he looks for when he takes men to bed. But he is sure, were this a struggle, Lan Xichen would give as good as he got, would put up a fight that might prove invigorating. He wouldn't win, of course, if only because the Ghost Valley Master knows how to do things that pleasant, behaved young men like Lan Xichen don't. He likes the promise of it though, the hint of muscle when he presses even closer, moving to cup the side of his throat with a broad palm, thumb tracing the sharpness of his jaw.

His shark like smile widens as he leans in, breath ghosting over the shape of Lan Xichen's mouth before he moves to the other side of his throat, tongue dragging a line over what little skin is exposed. He's been half hard since all of this started, and he makes the other man aware of it now, rolling his hips against Lan Xichen's own with a pleased, indulgent hum.
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Bed? I recall promising to show you the shape of my mouth wrapped firmly around your cock. ( It's crass, and he knows it, words turned sly and daring, the picture of a gentleman with the mouth of a degenerate. ) I plan to make you weak in the knees, so I'd rather you start comfortable.
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[personal profile] wifedup 2023-07-21 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
( Stunned silent is not a thing Wen Kexing often is. Hoisted around like he's a mere slip of a thing less so. Had any other man tried and they'd have probably found themselves on the wrong end of the Valley Master's bladed fan, but he at least still has the wherewithal to keep himself from causing a diplomatic incident. It wouldn't do to slit the Chief Cultivator's throat after all. Besides, his pretty smile is soothing, and his confidence daring, and when Wen Kexing is pulled astride his thighs and thoroughly kissed he forgets to be the vicious creature that hides beneath his skin, melting instead into the moment. It's easy after to let his weight settle, one hand moving to bury into Lan Xichen's hair, the other curled around his shoulder for added balance.

The kiss is a heated thing, starving, and he thinks he had definitely misjudged the Lan Clan leader the first time he saw him. Even the flirtation after had hardly prepared Wen Kexing for the heat of his mouth, the way it chases his own, and he finds himself grinding down, strangely impatient. His nails scrape light over Lan Xichen's nape, palm splayed against the back of his head as he sucks on his tongue. He tastes clean in a way that Wen Kexing finds appealing, a hint of tea but little else. He can imagine his skin will be just as free of fault and the thought makes him hungrier, somehow. How nice, to touch something pristine, even if he's half sure he could ruin it.

He tugs a little on inky black locks making Lan Xichen's head piece tilt, his teeth biting down against his bottom lip before he parts from the kiss.
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What about this? ( His fingers hover, but do not touch the silver on top of his head. ) Do I have to offer you any potential heirs if I touch this?

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[personal profile] wifedup 2023-08-14 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
( Wen Kexing is aware he's being ... bratty.

Really, there's no other word for his current behaviour. It's been several months since he spent a, quite frankly, spectacular night with the Lan Clan's sect leader. Several months, and while the night itself was something for the books, he should have drawn a pretty little line under it and gone about his own business. And he'd certainly tried, slinking back to Mount Qingya with nothing to show for himself but a twinging ache in his backside and a list of newfound kinks to file neatly away in a place he didn't look at. It really should have been left at that, Wen Kexing didn't have time for anything else, no matter how pretty the man or how strong the musculature. He'd schemes to put into place, rebellions to quash, the narrow-eyed glances of Luo Fumeng, and, lately, Gu Xiang to avoid.

And yet, his thoughts kept turning back, ruminating on how it had felt, being fucked stupid by Lan Xichen's broad hands, his massive cock. Wen Kexing is no blushing virgin, he's no celibate monk, he has always enjoyed sex, but these days now whatever engagements he finds himself in he always comes away lacking. It doesn't matter the man, concubine or tipsy traveller, it doesn't matter the position, top or bottom, nothing seemed to satisfy. Had Lan Xichen rearranged something vital in Wen Kexing when he'd driven deep inside of him? Had he bewitched him somehow with his pretty, earnest eyes and wicked, greedy hands?

He'd had to have.

All it had taken was one particularly ruinous week - a failed assassination in Wen Kexing's own valley, too many men dead by his own hands, an even worse encounter with his previous favourite working boy - and Wen Kexing had snarled his way back to Caiyi, frustration eating at his heels. He forgoes all propriety this time around, choosing instead to force his way through the wards surrounding the mountain with a pickpocketed token taken off some poor young disciple, a skill earnest, pleasant young masters surely shouldn't have but he doesn't stop to think about that. It gives him something to do, single-mindedly focused on seeing how far he can get before he's caught. Of course, he doesn't really notice when the ward falling away at the wall he's scaling, giving out a crow of victory as he yanks himself up, swinging a leg over.

He does hear the clearing of a throat though, Wen Kexing going still as he pauses, not quite looking Lan Xichen's way. There's no excuse to be had for it, he shouldn't have been able to make his way this far in the first place, stolen token or no, and there's no putting himself back together. The mask has slipped a little too far, and so Wen Kexing doesn't have it in himself to come up with an excuse. Instead he sniffs, haughty, glancing through his eyelashes and down the long line of his nose at the other man.
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I have a bone to pick with you.
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[personal profile] wifedup 2023-08-14 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
No.

( A healing gash on the back of his thigh aside, he's not actually all that beaten up about the assassination attempt. Ah, but it's maybe a little harder to retain his air of aggrieved authority in the face of Lan Xichen's earnestness. He sniffs instead, swinging his other leg over the wall, robes askew. He doesn't move to smooth them out, nor does he make an attempt to get down, instead he rests his elbow on his knee, tucking his chin into his palm to give the other man an inscrutable look. )

I'm mad at you.

( He sweeps his gaze away from the other man and across the open space around them, thankfully seeing no other nosy little Lan. Which means when he kicks his foot and sighs like a child no one else is around to hear it. )

You should warn someone the next time you fuck them. ( Conversationally, like he isn't committing several crimes just by hanging out there. ) I haven't known true peace in months.
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[personal profile] wifedup 2023-08-14 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
( It's entirely ridiculous, he's not some teenaged maiden. And yet he eyes Lan Xichen speculatively, as if weighing up his options. Those arms are quite sturdy, he knows, and so Wen Kexing barely gives him any warning before he flings himself from the wall. There's an oof of sound as he's caught, and then he winds an arm around Lan Xichen's neck, tugging at his hair a little, semi-mean, smile turning wicked. )

Don't think you can distract me with those muscles.

( Then slyly. )

How much trouble have I caused?

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[personal profile] wifedup 2023-09-16 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
( Technically, Wen Kexing is here on business, if you'd call plotting the political demise of a nemesis business. Partial business, only because he so desperately wants Zhao Jing to suffer brutally before he dies, and what better way to do that than to get closer. He'd heard through more underhanded associates that bars like this were the perfect place for the older man to come, his unnerving habit of picking up young, pretty men a loudly spoken secret in the circles he ran. And so Wen Kexing had made an effort, tight leather trousers that accentuated his long legs, a silk shirt barely buttoned flashing off pale, creamy skin, the shape of his collarbone, jewellery that caressed the hollow of his throat, a hint of lipstick, of smudged eyeliner, grungy, but still somehow classy, rich but dangerous. Oh, he'd had no interest in picking up the bastard, but if he looked nice enough then maybe he could find a way in, and that had been a worthwhile endeavour.

Except, there was no sign of hide nor hair of the man, and Wen Kexing's drink had become more ice than liquor by the time he's interrupted. His irritation sits sharp in his throat, bitter like acid, threatening to snap.

And so he's about to send the interloper packing when he pauses, taking a moment to get a proper look at the man beside him. Oh, Wen Kexing thinks foolishly, not a total waste of time then. A dark gaze sweeps down over the tall, built figure smiling prettily his way, down and then up, and then back down again in a slow, greedy drag of eyes. Eventually he swallows, smile turning sly, moving to cross his leg at the knee, rest his elbow upon it and then his chin on his palm, all lazy, easy movement.
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Don't worry.

( His voice is warm, amused, all but a purr of sound. )

You can be as forward as you like.
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[personal profile] wifedup 2023-09-16 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
You didn't.

( Keep him waiting, he means, but makes no further attempt to clarify beyond the sparkling amusement on his face as he takes his new drink. It's a little better now he's not the one paying for the overpriced monstrosity, Wen Kexing stopping to toy with the cocktail stick in the glass, still giving the other man a look that could be construed as quite scandalous in any other situation.

It's been a while since he had anything to play with, after all. Flirting with someone who absolutely has him mistaken for somebody else might cheer him up.
)

Wen. Wen Kexing, but you could call me anything you'd like.

( Cheeky. ) What should I call you in return, handsome?
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[personal profile] wifedup 2023-09-16 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Lan Huan.

( Ever pushing his luck. But it seems like he's not the only one, the corner of his mouth twitching up at the offer. He's not particularly hungry, but he also doesn't know exactly what going to Lan Xichen's place might mean. Is this a business venture? A date? A hookup? He knows which one he'd much rather prefer, but it isn't like he couldn't excuse himself with little embarassment if it turned out to be the former. )

Are you hungry? For ah, food I mean?

( Sweet, like he's not devouring Lan Xichen with his eyes, leaning into his space in a way that has the shirt gaping, long necklace disappearing into the depths. )

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