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Wei Wuxian couldn’t wait to go back and tell Lan Wangji of his findings. He’d already skipped down from the shelves and passed Qin Su as she slept still upon the table where Jin GuangYao had left her.
It wasn’t too difficult to escape from the mirror on his own, though he doubted he could get back inside with his normal body later if he needed to. Quickly, he found the nearest window and caught the breeze. He extended his arms, like large sleeves, letting the wind carry him the way he’d traveled earlier all the way back to the guest residences.
He wasn’t sure how to start the story when he returned back to Lan Wangji, and as he flew, he debated on how and when they’d return to the secret room.
When he found the guest residences, he drifted down to the ground and bounced toward their room. Slipping underneath the door, he scurried forward only to stop in his tracks.
Lan Wangji sat on the bed next to Wei Wuxian’s body, examining his face closely, as if he was counting each and every laugh line and dimple. He brushed his forefinger tenderly across Wei Wuxian’s cheeks, as if seeing wasn’t believing and he had to feel for himself. The details must have been so fine, he had to lean in even closer.
Wei Wuxian thought, he’s so close it looks like he’s going to kiss me!
He chuckled to himself. What a shameless thought! But as he was just about to step forward, he paused again.
Lan Wangji bent down, suddenly out of sight of tiny paperman Wei Wuxian. His heart about crashed in his chest. Wei Wuxian jumped to try to get a better look, but only mustered to lift about two cuns (around 2 inches) off the floor. Lan Wangji straightened his spine, a strangely pained look to his usual stoic face.
“Wei Ying,” he whispered softly in a tone Wei Wuxian had never heard him speak.
Matter of fact, any time Lan Zhan used his name in the past it was fierce and impatient. Tonight, the way his name rolled of Hanguang-Jun’s lips, sounded like he’d said the name many times like it before, perhaps for years.
Paperman Wei Wuxian backed up until he bumped the wall. He had to see for himself what Lan Wangji was going to do next without bothering him. Glancing up above his head, he spotted the shelf filled with ornate treasures. The Lanlingjin Sect entertained their visitors well, it was no surprise the guest residences were also decorated so splendidly.
He took hold of the thin curtain which hung near the doorway and climbed up to the shelf. The first item on the shelf was a light blue and white pear-shaped vase with delicately painted designs of fish in the sea. He tucked himself between it and a small trinket box, anxious as to what was to come next.
The wait was long. It seemed like Lan Zhan was done at whatever he was doing to his body. Finally, Lan Wangji edged off the bed and picked up the sheets, slipping them around Wei Wuxian’s neck.
Tucking me into bed, how wonderful! Wei Wuxian thought with another proud chuckle.
Lan Wangji took two steps, then stopped. He glanced around him, his eyesight almost reaching the paperman. Wei Wuxian trembled as he held his ground between the vase and trinket box, hoping Lan Zhan hadn’t noticed him. Luckily, Lan Wangji turned to gaze upon Wei Wuxian’s unmoving body again.
Good, he didn’t notice me!
Instead of walking away, he stepped back toward Wei Wuxian and stopped. The pained look on his face appeared again, this time his lips came up to a strange and wicked grin. His brows narrowed. Lan Zhan reached behind his waist, loosening his belt. Once it was off, he slipped off his white robe, folded it neatly, and placed it at the foot of the bed.
Lan Zhan sighed as he set his belt down atop the pile. Next he untied his shirt, uncrossing the collars and peeled it away. He didn’t fold it like he’d done with his robe, instead he dropped it in the pile. Then, he untied his skirt which he dropped in a chaotic pile near the rest.
How messy of you, Lan Zhan! Wei Wuxian thought. And are you getting ready for sleep now? Why take off your clothing next to me?
Wei Wuxian’s heart fluttered, he was sure Lan Wangji could see it, too, the questions in his motionless face.
One would think the next piece of clothing removed was the undershirt, and if he was bathing, the underpants, but Lan Zhan didn’t make a move to undress further. Standing in just his underclothes, Lan Wangji slipped his hand into his waistband.
Paperman Wei Wuxian could almost feel his eyes widen; below, he spotted his body react exactly that way. Though his eyes were closed, his brows were raised in wonder. However, Lan Zhan didn’t seem to notice.
He’d closed his eyes. His lips agape slightly with an unsteady breath. The outline of his knuckles showed on the outside of his white pants, gripping his length.
What... Wei Wuxian wondered, just what in the world is he...
At that moment, Lan Wangji stroked himself. He went gently at first, then sped his pace and opened his eyes to gaze down at Wei Wuxian’s body.
Lan Zhan, I didn’t know you had it in you! Wei Wuxian wanted to say aloud, but paperman had no lips and he couldn’t will his body to speak. But why are you focusing so closely on me? You should do that in your own bed.
He stepped forward, wanting to have a closer look. No, he wanted to tell Lan Wangji not to get so close. He paused again after Lan Zhan pulled his hardened length out of his pants and began to stroke faster.
This Lan Zhan he definitely wasn’t used to seeing. The Hanguang-Jun he was used to was the prudish, orderly, and indifferent man who he’d teased so harshly when they were younger at the Cloud Recesses. Not someone so daring to expose his nakedness in front of a helpless body.
No, not even I would do that, would I? Wei Wuxian wanted to laugh, but instead he continued to watch Lan Wangji pleasure himself. Strangely, he couldn’t help but stare. If, at one time, he’d thought Lan Zhan unable to get turned on, now all reasoning on that idea flew out the window.
Clearly, Lan Wangji also caved to pleasures of the body. But still, why was he staring so fondly at Wei Wuxian as he touched himself?