[Open RP Post]

[afterthemoment]

If you'd like to thread with Wei Wuxian outside of any games or memes, here's a place to do it! If there's a prompt or idea you have in mind, feel free to toss it at me. If a thread's going to be NSFW or contain triggering subjects, please mark it in the subject line. Other than that, go wild! Texts, emails, and other formats besides prose or action tags are welcome!

ETA: NSFW threads within, some not explicitly marked.

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[afterthemoment]

Lan Zhan's kissing him again, that's a positive sign. Wei Ying starts to relax again a little. If he tries hard enough, maybe he'll find a way to balance all of this while staying true to himself. He doesn't want to lose Lan Zhan over this, not after all these years, but he doesn't want to lose himself. He's digital ghost now. His self is literally all he has left. He doesn't even own a body that's completely his anymore.

Wei Ying wraps his arms around him, holding him close. The water from the shower's starting to cool a little so they're going to have to get out before long. There's words he wants to say, that he's always wanted to say. And from what Lan Zhan's said, they're thirteen years overdue.

"I love you," Wei Ying whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to his chest. Another one follows, this one even more tender. "...I'll stay. I don't know how long I'll be able to this time. But I promise you that I'll stay as long as I can."

It's all he can offer him right now. It's the most Wei Ying can give under these circumstances. Maybe that'll change someday and he'll able to settle down permanently with him in this quiet little house but there's still work to be done. He's not ready to leave the battlefield yet.

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The words hit him like a physical blow, the sound he makes something choked almost like a sob because he'd waited longer than anyone had any right to to hear those words and something cracks inside him, the walls he'd build to hold back everything after he'd lost the one person he would have done anything to save.

"Wei Ying."

His voice is hoarse, his hands dropping finding purchase on narrow hips, the body similar but with enough differences he'd know and he does know, somewhere inside that he needs to step back, to let him settle but right now, he can't even let him away from the wall. fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

"You.." It's softer, Wangji lifting his head, just looking at him for a moment before he lifts a hand, fingers just brushing his cheek and then he's visibly composing himself, the mask sliding back into place before he reaches to turn the water off.

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Was that a good response? A bad response? Wei Ying isn't quite sure but if anything that bruising grip had felt really good so he'll take it regardless. After all, he doesn't know if it's even possible for them to pick up where they left off that long ago. Surely, Lan Zhan's had other people come in and out of his life while he was gone. It wasn't like time just stopped for his lover because he was dead.

Lan Zhan's still blocking his way out of the stall so he just starts nuzzling his chest, running his hands up and down over the other man's back and buttocks, fingertips trailing lightly over wet skin.

"We should dry off and just go to bed, Lan Zhan. I'm beat after today and I don't wanna think anymore. I just wanna rest and relax with you for a while."

Historically, 'relaxing' with Wei Ying has involved in engaging in some kind of bedroom activity but he's not going to push anything on him tonight. More than anything, he just craves physical contact. Simply being held until he falls asleep would be nice.

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His breathing isn't anywhere near even with the way Wei Ying keeps touching him, his head dropping forward for a moment as he inhales, fights for control and finally pulls away, not saying a word as he collects towels. His first move though is to dry Wei Ying.

He takes his time with it though, focusing on his hair first before working the towel down over his body, his eyes half closed so he's not actually looking at him.

And then himself and finding Wei Ying a shirt to wear before they move to the bed.

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After he's been given a shirt to wear, Wei Ying flops gracelessly down on the bed, arms and legs akimbo in a shameless, catlike sprawl for a full minute before contracting enough to make room for Lan Zhan to join him.

"You even have the same bed," he observes with a slight smile on his face. "And it's still comfortable."

Nostalgic, too. Just how many hours had Wei Ying spent in this room during their school days? All those afternoons and evenings studying...

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He stands there, shirtless, gaze taking in the sight before him, his throat working for a moment as he swallows before he finds his voice.

"..Sleep." It's all he says, at least for the moment, footsteps carrying him back into the main room so he can clean up the mess he'd left in the kitchen. And once that's done he still doesn't return, his head resting against a wall as he closes eyes, hands limp at his sides.

And shudders once, his fingers curling into his palms as he fights down the wave of grief and anger that wants to escape, at least until he has himself in a place where he feels like he can move again.

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Wei Ying dozes lightly on the bed, waiting for Lan Zhan to return. He's certainly tired enough to sleep but after tossing and turning for a while and Lan Zhan still hasn't returned, he finally gets up with a frustrated sound and starts looking for him.

He spots him just leaning against the wall and pads across the floor to join him, reaching over to take his hand.

"Lan Zhan? Aren't you still coming? You've been out here so long..."

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The touch is enough to startle him, his head jerking up as he inhales a breath and then looks at Wei Ying for a moment with slightly reddened eyes before he shakes his head slightly.

"...You need rest. I'll be out here." Because if he joins him in there, sleep is the last thing that's going to happen and until they figure out what's going on, it doesn't feel like he should give himself the one thing he wants,

"We can start looking into what happened to you in the morning."

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"...But I can't sleep in your bed if you're not there. It's lonely."

Wei Ying really had tried but he's just so used to Lan Zhan either being on the bed with or just sitting in the room that's it's hard. And after such a long day, all he really wants to do is snuggle up to Lan Zhan and be held in his arms. Maybe he should've pushed Lan Zhan away after that first kiss. For both of their sakes, he probably should have. But it's already awakened a familiar yearning.

"We'll look tomorrow," he agrees, squeezing Lan Zhan's hand. "But come to bed with me. Just for tonight. We'll talk about everything then."

Maybe even more about staying. Wei Ying's been out of the loop for thirteen years. If the situation's changed then, maybe he could stay.

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"...I don't know if I can." Not that he's letting go of Wei Ying's hand, his own turning to close around the other man's, his thumb rubbing lightly as he steps away from the wall, his gaze focusing on Wei Ying's face.

"...But I'll sit with you until you fall asleep." That much he can do.

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"Thank you, Lan Zhan."

Wei Ying's selfish and greedy, a creature of impulse and desire. He wants what he wants and usually stops at nothing to get it but he can be merciful. If Lan Zhan just sits with him in the bedroom, he'll be able to fall asleep and get some real rest. But there's just some things he can't help and kissing Lan Zhan is one of those things. He stands tiptoe, brushing his lips softly against the other man's.

He should stop. He knows he should but the desire to just be held by him is too strong.

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He knew it was coming and everything in him said he needed to step back, to give him space because this wasn't going to help anything but the moment their lips touched, he was lost and Wei Ying found himself trapped against the wall, the kiss turning intense almost immediately.

And hands slid down, slipped under the shirt to ruck it up so his fingers smoothed over skin, lifting him up to give them a better angle for the kiss.

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Oh. Right. Wei Ying's only wearing a shirt at the moment.

He'd almost forgotten about that.

Not a single protest passes from his lips, partly because of how bruising the kiss is but mostly because he doesn't want to. In fact, the protests he'd voiced in the shower couldn't be further from his mind as they are now. He gasps into Lan Zhan's mouth, one hand immediately reaching down to undo his lover's pants while he hooks his other arm around his neck to balance himself. All thoughts of just being held by Lan Zhan have evaporated, too, replaced by something much more primal and basic.

He returns the kiss with equal fervor, body starting to tremble lightly with the strength of his want for this man.

NSFW

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His hands cup Wei Ying's ass he drags the kiss out, swallows every sound the other man makes and only breaks the kiss when he absolutely has to, his mouth finding a spot under Wei Ying's jaw, biting almost hard enough to break the skin there before just mouthing the spot.

He hadn't bothered with underwear since he'd planned on sleeping and when his pants are open, there's nothing to keep Wei Ying's hand off him, Wangji groaning his name against his ear and letting his control go.

It's been building between them all night and he's got fingers finding Wei Ying's entrance, pressing one into him.

NSFW from now on probably pfft

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It was only matter of time before the dam between them holding their feelings at bay finally broke. Wei Ying moans as Lan Zhan's finger pushes into him, trying to relax as much as he can against the intrusion. What's going to be in him soon is going to be way bigger, he knows as his hand closes around Lan Zhan's dick and begins to stroke him intently. Will he even be able take it?

Wei Ying looks around the immediate area for something, anything, they can use. Spotting a bottle of cooking oil left out on the kitchen island, he urges his lover toward it.

"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan... Let's go over there to the island. There's some oil we can use. It'll go much easier for both of us that way."

There really is no turning back now for either of them.

NSFW for a while anyway.

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The words had him making a soft frustrated sound before he pulled his finger out and moved. It was only a few steps to reach the island, at least his mouth finding another spot on Wei Ying's neck as he set him on the stone countertop, his hand slipping between them wrap around Wei Ying, giving him a slow stroke.

His other hand went for the oil, pulling it into reach.

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Wei Ying lays back, eyes fluttering closed, humming with pleasure between the mouth working on his neck and that stroking hand. The countertop's not ideal but it's more than adequate, giving them a position that's easier to relax in. Wei Ying's arms wrap around around his back, dragging his fingers slowly through the length of Lan Zhan's hair.

"I love it when you're you're like this, Lan Zhan," he begins to murmur encouragingly. "You bruise me up and bite me and mark me and it feels so good. Once you've got me ready, I want you to take me hard right here."

It feels like it's been a while since Wei Ying's engaged in any sort of dirty talk and he's not completely stupid. He can tell that what little control that's left is barely hanging by a thread. He has to be careful, stoking that fire, unless it blaze out of control and hurt them both.

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He's missed this as much as any other part of their relationship and the feeling of those fingers in his hair are enough to have him breaking the contact, Wei Ying's name on his lips.

When he lifts his head, Wangji ends up taking a step back, taking in every inch of Wei Ying lying there on the island, alive and he forgets to breathe for a moment, something inside him aching as he reaches for the oil. He's not watching his own hands, slicking his fingers blindly because he can't look away from the man in front of him.

And then he's between Wei Ying's legs again, working two fingers into him as his gaze settles on his face again.

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"That feels good, Lan Zhan. Keep working them, just like that," Wei Ying breathes. "Don't forget to slick yourself up before you put in, too. You're so big. I need you to be gentle with me going in."

He's getting the impression that his predecessor's body, might be accustomed to this sort of activity. His opening's relaxing easily enough under these ministrations, about as quickly as his own body had. It's fine if Lan Zhan's a little rough going in; after all, he likes it when his lover gets aggressive. It makes him feel desired and powerful, to hold such dominion over this man that he loses control around him.

But underneath it all are tender feeling, the gaze Wei Ying turns on Lan Zhan is loving, softer than might be expected from his words and the shameless way he's caressing his own body over the shirt he's wearing. Wei Ying's hands slide down his thighs before he finally just grips his dick and starts stroking himself in a show for Lan Zhan's eyes.

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It's easier than he expected although given what he'd found at that apartment, maybe he shouldn't be surprised. His gaze drops, focusing on Wei Ying's hands for a moment before he speaks.

"...Did I say you could do that?" One hand closes around Wei Ying's wrist, tugging his hand off his dick before he lets it go.

"Stand and turn around."

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A look of surprise crosses Wei Ying's face when Lan Zhan grabs his wrist and pulls his hand away. A beautiful smile spreads across it next, his eyes warm and very much alive. With obedience that would be shocking to anyone else that knew him, Wei Ying complies immediately with the demand, sitting up and sliding off the counter.

Or at least, it seems like he's going to obey right up until Wei Ying looks up, locking eyes deliberately with Lan Zhan before dropping down to his knees. He reaches for the dick now directly in front of his face, gripping it firmly around the base, and plunges his mouth over the head. In the past, he'd take his time with this task, licking, teasing and savoring the texture and taste but right now, he has a very specific purpose in mind. Once Lan Zhan's dick is liberally coated with saliva he pulls his mouth away, he stands up.

Now Wei Ying turns to face the countertop and bends over as Lan Zhan instructed.

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Quick obedience has never been Wei Ying's way and he'd like to say he's surprised when the other man drops, but instead fingers tangle in Wei Ying's hair holding him there as his own hips rock forward, keeping him there a few minutes longer than he likely intended before he lets go.

And when Wei Ying is where he wants him, Wangji behind him one hand guiding his dick until he can snap his hips forward, his first thrust driving into Wei Ying as one arm wraps around him.

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Wei Ying moans with mingled pain and pleasure at the quick rough entry, bracing himself with his elbows on the counter. Maybe they should've taken another minute or two to prepare but it's too late for that now. Lan Zhan's dick almost feels too huge inside him and the sensation of it is making his breath come in ragged gasps.

But in no way does Wei Ying want him to pull out either so he focuses on his breathing, trying to steady and focus on his breathing so his passage will relax.

"Lan Zhan... You..."

Whatever words he was going to say are lost as his mind just goes blank. Lan Zhan's arm around him feels really nice, too.

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Being still is harder than he expected but he does try, any movements he makes just slight shifts of his hips, Wangji leaning up over his back to press a kiss to his shoulder. But he's not moving.

His breathing is rough, ragged and it takes very ounce of control he has to give Wei Ying time to adjust but it's worth it. He'd never expected to be able see Wei Ying again much less be able to do this and the sound of his name on Wei Ying's lips has him making a quiet rough sound, not quite a groan but something close.

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It helps, taking this part slow. Wei Ying's forehead drops to rest on his forearms, his breathing continuing to even out. Gradually, the tension ebbs out of his shoulders, back, and buttocks over the next few minutes as does his passage. It's still a tight fit but a more comfortable one as he gets used to it so Wei Ying lifts his head shoots a glance back at Lan Zhan over his shoulder and nods once.

"Go ahead, Lan Zhan. You can move now but be gentle! You're still big, even if you feel really good inside me like this."

If he's eased up enough for dirty talk, he must ready to go now, right?