( 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.
[ His eyes widen at the obscenity and he does glance behind, just in case, but they're alone up here and he can't hold back the way warmth flushes through him at the vivid memories. He walks forward to the insouciant fiend perched on the wall like barriers and wards are just for consideration. ]
Come down and be angry at me in my arms, at the very least.
[ Shuoyue is rested against a tree as he opens his arms, expansive sleeves fluttering as he positions himself a leap away from his long-absent lover, nothing but fondness in his gaze. Trust me, he says with a look, determined to catch the errant cat on his wall. ]
( 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.
[ He swings Wen Kexing with the momentum of the sudden fall, coming to a halt as he plops him down and keeps him in his embrace. His eyes widen with soft insistence, as if he wants to be annoyed but can't. ]
Quite a lot, actually. I'd like for you to meet them so they don't think a terrible monster ate me up here.
[ Xichen brushes Wen Kexing's hair into order behind an ear, ending up cupping his cheek as he gazes down at him fondly — lively eyes bright from an illegal climbing rampage — and his tone softens. ]
But I am a terrible monster and I do plan on eating you up.
( This is a booty call, Lan Xichen. Get it together. Wen Kexing squirms a little in his arms, having completely forgotten that the other man is a romantic monster at the best of times, now currently desperate to try and shrug some of the sweetness off. He'd been too busy obsessing over his cock to recall those pesky details. )
Have you missed me? Did you think of me when I was gone? I certainly thought of you. There have been many a lonely night where Lan Huan has crossed my mind.
[ He takes pity and eases back, offering a crooked arm for Wen Kexing to take as he pleases instead. Shuoyue ought to be carried too, after all, she might get annoyed at being left on the grass. ]
I have.
[ The pink that steals into his ears tells a different tale to the calm way he answers those lewd questions, firmly reminding himself it's the middle of the day and there are juniors waiting to hear he hasn't run headlong into danger. ]
You'll be our guest tonight, then? Unless you have a fondness for scaling mountains and alarming every underage disciple on them?
( He takes the offered arm with an easy laugh, as though he hasn't just been caught breaking several rules by the sect leader himself. Wen Kexing ducks close, humming thoughtfully at the blush on his ears. )
Ah, Zewu-Jun. If I must. But if that's what frightens your disciples you might want to send them on more, what do you call them, those night hunts? ( Wen Kexing has never claimed to be a proper cultivator, and he leans into it now. His ignorance lends him an air of innocence either way, one he uses to his advantage in situations like this. ) A poor lost wanderer stumbling where he shouldn't is hardly cause for that much alarm.
( Except he absolutely did so on purpose. )
Aiy, I'll behave. ( Then, lowly. ) If you promise to make it worth my while later.
A-Xing. [ The quiet chastise in his voice says he will, goodness, the fact he keeps saying such things — ] If you do behave, as you say, you will have everything you have been dreaming about and more.
[ It might come out a little more like a threat than a promise, but he spins a step in front of Wen Kexing to tilt up his chin and steal a kiss; sweet and soft, light. Xichen looks at him with a quirked brow. The 'poor lost wanderer' act will have to be challenged at some point, though not right now when Wen Kexing's intentions are so ... frankly, adorable. Xichen is fully aware he's been charmed all over again. ]
Everything? You don't even know what I've been dreaming about. Don't they teach you to be cautious here? Tch.
( To think his ill-temper so easily soothed by some sweet little compliment. Wen Kexing thought he'd hardened his heart a little better against that, but coming here has prove himself very, very wrong. )
Ah, Sect Leader Lan has such a silver tongue. Tell me, have you been unleashing it on all manner of innocents in my absense? ( He finds himself curious about it. Certainly he'd done his fair share of sleeping around after he lost his own virginity - a nice girl who'd cemented that girls were surely not for him - and it would make sense that Lan Xichen did so similarly. It doesn't mean he can't feel a little jealous. Nor that he can't tease. ) We'll have to start warning people, were that the case.
[ Wen Kexing is charmingly naïve if he thinks Xichen's affections stray so easily, planted as firmly as the mountain on which he lives. Instead of rushing them down the road toward the no doubt chattering instead of studying juniors, he twirls a fingers around a long strand of brown hair where it falls over Wen Kexing's collar and chest, smoothing it down as an excuse to touch him (he remembers those nipples are sensitive). Taking in the sight of him, he shakes his head and evenly replies. ]
You left a handful of months ago. [ Patient, dark eyes smile. ] The season hasn't even changed, so why should my feelings for you?
( He receives a flutter of eyelashes in return, Wen Kexing's smile sweet and ever-increasing. ) Ah, I forgot, your sect requires you to live like a monk.
( Easier to blame that than to put some worth on Lan Xichen's affections. He wonders what the other man would think were he to know how Wen Kexing has spent those months - murder aside, assassination attempt also aside. Would he be unhappy to know how many times he'd tried to tumble someone not Lan Xichen, and had failed? Would the failing soothe him?
Instead of speaking Wen Kexing leans against the palm on his chest, eyes bright. )
[ That almost makes him laugh, reading the course of Wen Kexing's thoughts as best he can from his words. A monk? Yes, but ... he admires those fluttering lashes and lovely eyes, pensive as he brings a thumb up to trace soft lips, gaze flicking between. ]
You think I have had no opportunity to take another lover. [ His head cocks thoughtfully, surprised. ] Does the thought of my being with another trouble you so?
[ That is terribly, awfully cute. He never would have imagined Wen Kexing that jealous. ]
( But it comes out a little petulant, a little sullen, Wen Kexing's bottom lip pushing out slightly into a pout before he schools his expression into something more neutral. )
You can sleep with whoever you like. I certainly do.
( A sniff, and then he's stepping out of Lan Xichen's reach, one eyebrow arched. )
[ He never expected Wen Kexing to do something as romantic as hold Xichen apart and forgo other lovers, so he isn't as wounded by the implication that he was replaced as he could be, and a lot of what jealousy he does feel is balmed by the fact Wen Kexing ran (literally) all the way back up Xichen's mountain anyway.
He takes a step forward, reaching for a waist to snag and reel back again. If he can! ]
There have been visitors and I have travelled a little, but no one has caught my eye the same way you did. My a-Xing in his garden of red is all I see at night.
( He lets himself be tugged back, hands moving to Lan Xichen's shoulders where he not-so-subtly traces out the shape of them through his robes. A lot of it is an act, Wen Kexing is often overly dramatic to a fault, if only because it generally stops people from seeing the true emotion underneath. But for a second he lets it drop, gaze sweeping thoughtfully over the other man's face.
Jealousy is an emotion he's well used to. He covets. But still, it's strange to feel it now. )
None of them could compare.
( Honesty? In this economy? )
You've done something to me. ( Bewitched him, maybe. Or better yet, just shown him a crumb of kindness. Of course Wen Kexing would be utterly changed after that. ) Is that secretly what you cultivate? Skills enough to ruin all other men by making them incomparable? ( The dramatics creep ever back, his voice exasperated. ) It's been months.
[ Now he does arch a brow and look a little pleased with himself, but his arms are fastened around Wen Kexing and he refuses to let him go a second time. As a charmed smile breaks, he nudges a nose with his and lets a kiss ghost into place. Light and catching, lip to lip. Time to reassure his darling. ]
I've taken no lovers. Wanted no others. The memory of how you felt around me [ a slow blink admits and admires in one, ] has been a dream and a torment.
[ He wants to kiss him properly but refrains, cupping the back of Wen Kexing's head to tighten a gentle fist in his hair. ]
Did you come back so that I can love every inch of you again, sweetheart? My good boy, [ with a purr, ] who needs me inside him?
( There's no hiding the full bodied shudder that ripples through Wen Kexing's body, nor the sudden pinking of his cheeks. He had thought this time around he'd have a better handle on himself but that seems to have left him completely within seconds of Lan Xichen's attention being given. He's suddenly too warm, flustered, torn between huffing like an angry cat and leaning into it. )
I came back - ( He starts, breathless, before clearing his throat and trying to wrangle some of the archness back into his tone. ) - I came back so you could fuck me properly.
( How is it that he's usually the one with the purple prose, but here he ends up falling into more courser communication? Probably because Lan Xichen is a siren sent to tempt him. But Wen Kexing isn't entirely helpless, he lowers his eyelashes a little, something imploring in his gaze. ) But if you're not going to then I can certainly find someone who might.
[ All the huffing and pouting (ah, the game is on) is endlessly endearing, rewarded with a light kiss that ghosts over Wen Kexing's lips. Xichen slides a hand around to pet a sash, then lower to feel the body beneath those robes over a navel with firm pressure. ]
It wasn't enough that I stretched you all the way to here, last time?
( Of course it wasn't. Wen Kexing had never been fucked like that in his life and now he knows what it feels like, of course it isn't enough. His palm sweeps, down one of Lan Xichen's arms, curling around his wrist. With a grin, bottom lip caught between his teeth, he lets his gaze drift over the still blissfully empty mountainside to confirm the absense of other people before he presses that hand lower, against the space where Wen Kexing is already half hard. )
I've thought about it since. Do you know some nights I used my own fingers? ( Wickedly. ) They're long, for fingers, but not quite as long as your cock. ( He rolls his hips against Lan Xichen's palm, humming. And then he's breaking away again, flitting back into his own space like a hummingbird, his voice returning to a normal volume. ) You have disciples to assuage, mm?
[ Oh. Oh. He wastes no time in fitting the curve of his palm to that burgeoning cock and strokes lightly, eyes fixed on Wen Kexing just as the other man plans for them to be. Xichen can feel heat pooling at the back of his neck and sliding down his spine, warming him in the cool garden as he pictures those long, fabled fingers trying to get as deep as he did ...
Blinking as he's left with nothing, he snatches Wen Kexing's wrist as he turns away to walk up the mountain. Not, notably, in the direction he came. If his voice sounds rougher, well. ]
( He laughs loudly, the soaring of a bird across the top of trees, letting himself be tugged along in Lan Xichen's wake. )
Oh? Does Lan Huan have something else to do in mind?
( He's so very pleased with himself, the shape of his smile coming through in the tone of his voice. He lets himself ogle the other man greedily, gaze heavy on the shape of his waist. )
[ The clasp on a wrist slides to Wen Kexing's hand as he leads him over small bridges and through winding pathways, taking a short-cut through the woods. Eyeing him flatly, he nudges him with an elbow. ]
It's everything you are. [ Looking ahead, he sighs as if put-upon. ] Irresistible.
( Because Wen Kexing has never claimed to be anything but wicked, he uses the cover of the forest to spin Lan Xichen around, backing him against a particularly sturdy looking tree, hands moving to curl possessively around his waist. He grins as he does so, mischievous, bottom lip caught between his own teeth and his head tipped to the side, a bird studying something interesting. )
Am I?
( There's very little space between them, but Wen Kexing closes the remainder easily, pressing the line of his body against Lan Xichen's own. There are a dozen layers between them, but he can feel the other man's burning heat, and he smiles once more, a flicker of sweetness. His nose nudges against Lan Xichen's cheek, mouths scant inches apart. )
[ Spun as he is, he takes to it gamely and drapes his arms around Wen Kexing in turn to smooth up and down his back, bringing him in even as the little fox in his arms sinks forward to close the distance. Tilting his head into the not-kiss he speaks over those teasing lips too, refusing to capture them as they nestle against their tree. ]
If you seduce me here, you'll never get to see the surprise I have for you.
( A contemplative hum as he strokes one hand over Lan Xichen's side, something heavy-lidded about his gaze. ) I could seduce you here, couldn't I? ( It's a little thrilling, he thinks, to be able to. The power is a heady one. Wen Kexing has always prided himself on his abilities no matter the source and this is no different. He grins again, just the corner of his mouth lifting to reveal the sharp edge of his teeth. His other hand lifts, to curl around Lan Xichen's strong jawline, thumb brushing lightly over the bow of his bottom lip. )
I might be amenable to the wait, but that depends on the surprise. ( Cheekily. ) Will it be worth it?
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( 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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Come down and be angry at me in my arms, at the very least.
[ Shuoyue is rested against a tree as he opens his arms, expansive sleeves fluttering as he positions himself a leap away from his long-absent lover, nothing but fondness in his gaze. Trust me, he says with a look, determined to catch the errant cat on his wall. ]
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Don't think you can distract me with those muscles.
( Then slyly. )
How much trouble have I caused?
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Quite a lot, actually. I'd like for you to meet them so they don't think a terrible monster ate me up here.
[ Xichen brushes Wen Kexing's hair into order behind an ear, ending up cupping his cheek as he gazes down at him fondly — lively eyes bright from an illegal climbing rampage — and his tone softens. ]
Did you really come back to see me?
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But I am a terrible monster and I do plan on eating you up.
( This is a booty call, Lan Xichen. Get it together. Wen Kexing squirms a little in his arms, having completely forgotten that the other man is a romantic monster at the best of times, now currently desperate to try and shrug some of the sweetness off. He'd been too busy obsessing over his cock to recall those pesky details. )
Have you missed me? Did you think of me when I was gone? I certainly thought of you. There have been many a lonely night where Lan Huan has crossed my mind.
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I have.
[ The pink that steals into his ears tells a different tale to the calm way he answers those lewd questions, firmly reminding himself it's the middle of the day and there are juniors waiting to hear he hasn't run headlong into danger. ]
You'll be our guest tonight, then? Unless you have a fondness for scaling mountains and alarming every underage disciple on them?
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Ah, Zewu-Jun. If I must. But if that's what frightens your disciples you might want to send them on more, what do you call them, those night hunts? ( Wen Kexing has never claimed to be a proper cultivator, and he leans into it now. His ignorance lends him an air of innocence either way, one he uses to his advantage in situations like this. ) A poor lost wanderer stumbling where he shouldn't is hardly cause for that much alarm.
( Except he absolutely did so on purpose. )
Aiy, I'll behave. ( Then, lowly. ) If you promise to make it worth my while later.
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[ It might come out a little more like a threat than a promise, but he spins a step in front of Wen Kexing to tilt up his chin and steal a kiss; sweet and soft, light. Xichen looks at him with a quirked brow. The 'poor lost wanderer' act will have to be challenged at some point, though not right now when Wen Kexing's intentions are so ... frankly, adorable. Xichen is fully aware he's been charmed all over again. ]
You're even more beautiful than I remember.
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( To think his ill-temper so easily soothed by some sweet little compliment. Wen Kexing thought he'd hardened his heart a little better against that, but coming here has prove himself very, very wrong. )
Ah, Sect Leader Lan has such a silver tongue. Tell me, have you been unleashing it on all manner of innocents in my absense? ( He finds himself curious about it. Certainly he'd done his fair share of sleeping around after he lost his own virginity - a nice girl who'd cemented that girls were surely not for him - and it would make sense that Lan Xichen did so similarly. It doesn't mean he can't feel a little jealous. Nor that he can't tease. ) We'll have to start warning people, were that the case.
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You left a handful of months ago. [ Patient, dark eyes smile. ] The season hasn't even changed, so why should my feelings for you?
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( Easier to blame that than to put some worth on Lan Xichen's affections. He wonders what the other man would think were he to know how Wen Kexing has spent those months - murder aside, assassination attempt also aside. Would he be unhappy to know how many times he'd tried to tumble someone not Lan Xichen, and had failed? Would the failing soothe him?
Instead of speaking Wen Kexing leans against the palm on his chest, eyes bright. )
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You think I have had no opportunity to take another lover. [ His head cocks thoughtfully, surprised. ] Does the thought of my being with another trouble you so?
[ That is terribly, awfully cute. He never would have imagined Wen Kexing that jealous. ]
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( But it comes out a little petulant, a little sullen, Wen Kexing's bottom lip pushing out slightly into a pout before he schools his expression into something more neutral. )
You can sleep with whoever you like. I certainly do.
( A sniff, and then he's stepping out of Lan Xichen's reach, one eyebrow arched. )
Stop looking so pleased with yourself!
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A-Xing ...
[ He never expected Wen Kexing to do something as romantic as hold Xichen apart and forgo other lovers, so he isn't as wounded by the implication that he was replaced as he could be, and a lot of what jealousy he does feel is balmed by the fact Wen Kexing ran (literally) all the way back up Xichen's mountain anyway.
He takes a step forward, reaching for a waist to snag and reel back again. If he can! ]
There have been visitors and I have travelled a little, but no one has caught my eye the same way you did. My a-Xing in his garden of red is all I see at night.
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Jealousy is an emotion he's well used to. He covets. But still, it's strange to feel it now. )
None of them could compare.
( Honesty? In this economy? )
You've done something to me. ( Bewitched him, maybe. Or better yet, just shown him a crumb of kindness. Of course Wen Kexing would be utterly changed after that. ) Is that secretly what you cultivate? Skills enough to ruin all other men by making them incomparable? ( The dramatics creep ever back, his voice exasperated. ) It's been months.
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[ Now he does arch a brow and look a little pleased with himself, but his arms are fastened around Wen Kexing and he refuses to let him go a second time. As a charmed smile breaks, he nudges a nose with his and lets a kiss ghost into place. Light and catching, lip to lip. Time to reassure his darling. ]
I've taken no lovers. Wanted no others. The memory of how you felt around me [ a slow blink admits and admires in one, ] has been a dream and a torment.
[ He wants to kiss him properly but refrains, cupping the back of Wen Kexing's head to tighten a gentle fist in his hair. ]
Did you come back so that I can love every inch of you again, sweetheart? My good boy, [ with a purr, ] who needs me inside him?
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I came back - ( He starts, breathless, before clearing his throat and trying to wrangle some of the archness back into his tone. ) - I came back so you could fuck me properly.
( How is it that he's usually the one with the purple prose, but here he ends up falling into more courser communication? Probably because Lan Xichen is a siren sent to tempt him. But Wen Kexing isn't entirely helpless, he lowers his eyelashes a little, something imploring in his gaze. ) But if you're not going to then I can certainly find someone who might.
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[ All the huffing and pouting (ah, the game is on) is endlessly endearing, rewarded with a light kiss that ghosts over Wen Kexing's lips. Xichen slides a hand around to pet a sash, then lower to feel the body beneath those robes over a navel with firm pressure. ]
It wasn't enough that I stretched you all the way to here, last time?
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( Of course it wasn't. Wen Kexing had never been fucked like that in his life and now he knows what it feels like, of course it isn't enough. His palm sweeps, down one of Lan Xichen's arms, curling around his wrist. With a grin, bottom lip caught between his teeth, he lets his gaze drift over the still blissfully empty mountainside to confirm the absense of other people before he presses that hand lower, against the space where Wen Kexing is already half hard. )
I've thought about it since. Do you know some nights I used my own fingers? ( Wickedly. ) They're long, for fingers, but not quite as long as your cock. ( He rolls his hips against Lan Xichen's palm, humming. And then he's breaking away again, flitting back into his own space like a hummingbird, his voice returning to a normal volume. ) You have disciples to assuage, mm?
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Blinking as he's left with nothing, he snatches Wen Kexing's wrist as he turns away to walk up the mountain. Not, notably, in the direction he came. If his voice sounds rougher, well. ]
They're smart, they can entertain themselves.
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Oh? Does Lan Huan have something else to do in mind?
( He's so very pleased with himself, the shape of his smile coming through in the tone of his voice. He lets himself ogle the other man greedily, gaze heavy on the shape of his waist. )
Was it something I said?
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It's everything you are. [ Looking ahead, he sighs as if put-upon. ] Irresistible.
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Am I?
( There's very little space between them, but Wen Kexing closes the remainder easily, pressing the line of his body against Lan Xichen's own. There are a dozen layers between them, but he can feel the other man's burning heat, and he smiles once more, a flicker of sweetness. His nose nudges against Lan Xichen's cheek, mouths scant inches apart. )
Maybe that's you.
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If you seduce me here, you'll never get to see the surprise I have for you.
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( A contemplative hum as he strokes one hand over Lan Xichen's side, something heavy-lidded about his gaze. ) I could seduce you here, couldn't I? ( It's a little thrilling, he thinks, to be able to. The power is a heady one. Wen Kexing has always prided himself on his abilities no matter the source and this is no different. He grins again, just the corner of his mouth lifting to reveal the sharp edge of his teeth. His other hand lifts, to curl around Lan Xichen's strong jawline, thumb brushing lightly over the bow of his bottom lip. )
I might be amenable to the wait, but that depends on the surprise. ( Cheekily. ) Will it be worth it?
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