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Wei Wuxian has no idea how the conversation had turned from rabbits to kissing, but it had, and from there it had devolved to asking Lan Wangji if he’s ever kissed anyone yet (he hasn’t, something Wei Wuxian tries and fails not to feel too elated about), and from there it had led to -

“Wei Ying!” Lan Zhan hisses, drawing himself up and looking all affronted and scandalized like Wei Wuxian had suggested something much worse than a few rounds of practise kissing. “You - that is - shameless!”

“But Lan Zhaaan,” Wei Wuxian whines, “come on! It’s just kissing! Nothing bad about it - and besides, who better to teach you than an expert like me?” This is not to say that he’s kissed anyone before either, because he hasn’t, he’s just read...books. Lots of them.

Lan Wangji’s face darkens at this. “No.”

“Lan Zhan, Lan er gege…” Wei Wuxian stalks forward, grinning, as Lan Wangji backs away, looking increasingly like a cornered rabbit.

Eventually, several minutes and much wheedling later, Lan Wangji agrees.

“So,” Wei Wuxian says, as they sit cross-legged on the bed, facing each other, “first things first - this doesn’t have to be weird, right? Just think of it as...a favour between friends.” This is definitely not all it is to Wei Wuxian, but if Lan Wangji were to find out about Wei Wuxian’s stupid, embarrassing, all-encompassing crush on him, and that Wei Wuxian has been dreaming about kissing him for literal years ...Wei Wuxian might very well just chuck himself out a window from the shame.

“Mm,” Lan Wangji says, not meeting his eyes.

“Secondly - if you don’t like anything, or feel uncomfortable, you have to tell me right away, all right?”

“Mm. Same for you.”

“Ah, okay! Alright, and last of all - I know this probably isn’t your...ideal first kiss...you were probably hoping it would be with someone special to you…” Wei Wuxian trails off, because the thought makes his chest ache rather uncomfortably. “But, uh, just think about it this way: at least when you do meet that special someone, you’ll be able to kiss them really, really well!”

“You are special to me,” Lan Wangji says, looking so earnest Wei Wuxian almost forgets he doesn’t mean it like that.

He shrugs. “You know that’s not what I’m talking about. I meant someone you like, romantically - anyway! Enough with the mushy bits!” He leans forward, close enough that he can see the way Lan Wangji’s pupils dilate, the way his throat works - “So, let’s go. Kiss me.”

Lan Wangji swallows hard. And...does not kiss him.

Wei Wuxian frowns. “What’s wrong? You do know how kissing works, right?”

Lan Wangji glares at him. “Yes.”

“So, what’s the problem? Just, uh, put your lips on my lips…”

“I…” Lan Wangji trails off, and looks down at his hands instead. Wei Wuxian thinks he understands, though - for someone like Lan Wangji, who so rarely allows physical contact, to jump right into kissing with no preamble whatsoever must be a little overwhelming. Maybe Wei Wuxian just has to ease him into it, gradually.

So he takes Lan Wangji’s hand, and rubs slow circles over the knuckles. Lan Wangji inhales sharply. “Okay, Lan Zhan, how about this,” Wei Wuxian says. He twines their fingers together, and says, “You don’t have to kiss me on the lips, right off the bat - you can start by kissing my hand, then work your way up, okay?”

Lan Wangji is staring down at their joined hands. So quietly Wei Wuxian almost doesn’t hear it, he says, “Mm.” And one single motion, brings Wei Wuxian’s hand up to his lips and kisses it softly.

Wei Wuxian makes an absolutely embarrassing sound at that.

Lan Wangji frowns at him, letting go of his hand immediately. “Was that bad?”

“No!” Wei Wuxian squeaks. “That was - uh...really good! Please continue!”

Lan Wangji looks at him for a moment more, considering, then slowly takes his hand again. This time, he kisses along each knuckle, then each fingertip, and the sight of his fingers against Lan Wangji’s soft, full lips makes Wei Wuxian’s breath catch, makes the fingers of his other hand clutch tightly at the sheets.

“Good?” Lan Wangji murmurs, and oh, it makes his tongue flick against Wei Wuxian’s finger, ever so lightly -

“Yeah!” Wei Wuxian says, probably too loudly. “You should - you should probably move on, uh, higher -”

He expects Lan Wangji to kiss his cheek, or something, but instead Lan Wangji just starts kissing at his wrist, breath unbearably hot against the thin, sensitive skin there - then he trails a line of kisses up Wei Wuxian’s arm, so light and soft they almost tickle. He stops when he reaches the hem of Wei Wuxian’s sleeve, and looks up at him, a clear question in his eyes. Wei Wuxian swallows, and tries to remember how to speak.

Then, probably because Lan Wangji’s lips have caused his IQ to take a complete nosedive, he does the stupidest thing imaginable. Against the better judgement of literally any sane person, he tugs the neck of his shirt down with trembling fingers, just enough to expose his collarbones, and whispers, “Here.”

Lan Wangji sucks in a sharp breath. His eyes are more black than gold at this point. Wei Wuxian prepares to laugh it off as a joke, to tell Lan Wangji that he really doesn’t have to - but Lan Wangji is already bending to kiss at the hollow of his throat, very softly. “Is this okay?” he whispers.

“Y-yeah,” Wei Wuxian stammers and then, because apparently it’s just a day for bad decisions all around, he adds, “you can, uh, use your teeth - ah!” He stutters off into a moan as Lan Wangji scrapes his teeth along his collarbones, gently at first, then with a little more pressure, which is -

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian gasps, forgetting all about composure and not letting Lan Wangji find out and what an all-round terrible idea this was - he tangles his fingers in Lan Wangji’s hair, delighting in the way it makes Lan Wangji groan - and guides his lips up to his neck instead. “Here -”

Lan Wangji doesn’t even need to be told what to do this time, and isn’t he supposed to be the one practising here? How did he get so good at this? Wei Wuxian feels like all coherent thoughts are being driven out of his mind, one by one, with each hot, open mouthed kiss Lan Wangji presses along his neck, up to his jaw, with each scrape of Lan Wangji’s teeth -

Until, when he can’t take it any longer, he grips Lan Wangji’s hair hard and pulls him away. Lan Wangji’s ears are flushed, and his eyes are glossy and unfocused, and his lips are red and swollen because of Wei Wuxian -

The longer Wei Wuxian goes without speaking, the more anxiety creeps into Lan Wangji’s expression, into the furrow of his brows and the thin line of his mouth. Until he begins to whisper, “I’m sorry -”

Oh, fuck it, Wei Wuxian thinks, and covers Lan Wangji’s mouth with his own.

Lan Wangji makes a soft, shocked noise, and goes utterly still.

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian's the one who's worried. What if…what if Lan Wangji is weirded out by this whole affair, was only going along with it because he's too stubborn to back down, the idiot? What if actually kissing Wei Wuxian, on the mouth, turns out to be too much for him?

Wei Wuxian pulls away. Lan Wangji is starting at him, wide-eyed. Wei Wuxian swallows hard and says, "S-sorry, I just got carried away, you can stop if you want -"

“Do you want to stop?” Lan Zhan asks, and his voice is lower than usual, and hoarse, as though he’s being affected by this half as much as Wei Wuxian is -

“No!” Wei Wuxian says, probably too quickly - whatever. He’s so far beyond caring at this point that it’s not even funny. “No, that is the last thing I want, please keep going -” He barely has time to register the way his voice has pitched upwards into something almost like a whine, and how embarrassing that is, before Lan Wangji’s mouth is on his again.

Lan Wangji - it’s pretty obvious he has no clue what he’s doing, but neither does Wei Wuxian for that matter, so who's he to judge. Besides, it’s Lan Wangji, so just the simple fact that he’s actually kissing Wei Wuxian means that this is automatically one of the best moments of Wei Wuxian’s entire life - and it’s made even better when Lan Wangji brings his hands up from where they’d been resting lightly, tentatively on Wei Wuxian’s knees - one cups the back of Wei Wuxian’s neck, and the other rests at the small of his back, scalding hot even through Wei Wuxian’s shirt.

Lan Wangji’s lips slide against his, slick and messy, and it’s good, it’s amazing, but it could be better. At least, that’s what Wei Wuxian thinks, given what he’s read in books - teeth are a good thing, right? And tongue too? He has no idea how that’s supposed to work, but it’s worth a shot - he takes Lan Wangji’s bottom lip between his teeth, very lightly, but Lan Wangji still makes a noise like he’s been shocked.

Pulling away, very reluctantly, Wei Wuxian says, “Is that - is that okay -”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji groans, and to hear Lan Wangji say his name in that kind of voice elicits a full bodied shiver in Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji kisses him again, which Wei Wuxian takes as a yes.

Lan Wangji still kisses him messily, almost hungrily, like he’s afraid they’re running out of time or something - now, however, he seems to have taken Wei Wuxian’s teeth suggestion to heart, because he nips at Wei Wuxian’s lips, swallows Wei Wuxian’s surprised moans. It feels...good doesn’t even begin to describe it, Wei Wuxian thinks, as he twines his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck, grips at his hair, his shirt, anything to keep him tethered, keep him sane.

Before, whenever Wei Wuxian had thought about kissing, the idea had seemed...not that appealing. Very wet, kind of gross...then, eventually, the thought of kissing Lan Wangji had started to seem... not that unappealing. And then more and more like something that he’d really, really want to do…

But no amount of imagining could have possibly prepared him for the reality of Lan Wangji kissing him, hard and fierce and so at odds with his usual demeanour - Lan Wangji taking the opportunity of Wei Wuxian gasping to lick shallowly into Wei Wuxian’s mouth, and where did he even learn that from? That’s not something Wei Wuxian had told him to do…

Wei Wuxian pulls away to laugh breathlessly. “Lan Zhan!” he says, and is proud that his voice mostly doesn’t shake. Lan Wangji’s eyes flick from his lips up to meet his gaze, and that’s almost enough to make Wei Wuxian forget what he was about to say. Still: “You know, for someone who was so hesitant to even kiss my hand earlier, you sure are fierce now!” He pulls Lan Wangji’s head back to kiss his throat, because why should Lan Wangji get to have all the fun? Lan Wangji makes a very interesting noise at this, and when Wei Wuxian uses his teeth, he breathes, “Wei Ying, please -” which is definitely something Wei Wuxian will have to revisit, later -

“Lan Zhan,” he says - whispers it, rather, against Lan Wangji’s throat, and feels the way he shivers at this, “You're so good at this - are you sure this is your first time kissing someone?"

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji says, and draws away so he can look Wei Wuxian right in the eyes as he says, "who else would I have wanted to kiss?"

Wei Wuxian's breath catches in his throat. The way Lan Wangji looks at him, the way he speaks, if Wei Wuxian didn't know better, he could almost delude himself into thinking that Lan Wangji is saying...that he only wanted to kiss Wei Wuxian.

But…that's impossible. Lan Wangji doesn't care for him like that. It's not that he wants to kiss Wei Wuxian, in particular, it's just that he needs to practise for when he finds someone he does want to kiss. Wei Wuxian just happens to be the most... convenient option, with all that he'd practically been throwing himself at Lan Wangji earlier -

It feels like a bucket of ice-cold water has been tossed over his head. Nausea coils in his stomach. Just...how big of a fool has he been making of himself, this whole time? He'd arched into Lan Wangji's touch, made the most embarrassing noises, had all but begged for Lan Wangji to kiss him - Lan Wangji must have figured out how he feels, by now. Is he disgusted by it? Is he secretly laughing at Wei Wuxian? The rational part of Wei Wuxian knows that Lan Wangji wouldn’t do something like that, but…

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji asks. His voice is low, his hands unbearably gentle where they cup Wei Wuxian’s cheeks. “What is wrong?” His throat works, and he says, “We can stop -”

Stop looking at me like that! Wei Wuxian wants to snap. You’ll almost make me believe you really do like me! Instead, he says, “You know what, maybe...we should.”

Immediately, Lan Wangji is retreating, so quickly it’s a little startling. One moment Lan Wangji’s holding him close, and the next moment he’s off the bed, almost halfway across the room. Wei Wuxian blinks. “Lan Zhan?”

Lan Wangji won’t meet his eyes. “I apologize,” he says. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides. “I made you uncomfortable. That was never my intention.”

“Wait, no,” Wei Wuxian says, “That’s not it.” He’s the furthest thing from uncomfortable - in fact, he might have been getting a little too comfortable, which is why it’s probably for the best to call things off before they get even more out of hand. “It’s just - today’s only our first session, right?”

Lan Wangji looks at him. “Session?”

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian says. “You know. To practise. Kissing. Like we discussed?”

Lan Wangji’s expression is unreadable. He nods.

“So,” Wei Wuxian continues, “there’s still...a lot of stuff to learn, of course - I mean, I would know - so let’s not try to blow through all of it in a single day, huh?”

“Mm.”

“Okay,” Wei Wuxian says. He shifts a little uncomfortably on the bed - he feels so startlingly cold, now, to be denied Lan Wangji’s warmth after he’s spent what has to be a good ten minutes making out (!!) with him. “Cool. Cool, cool, cool. So, uh...we can continue this? Another day?”

“Mm,” Lan Wangji says. “If you like.”

Wei Wuxian gets a little distracted staring at the way his usually pristine hair is all messed up now (because of Wei Wuxian!) which is why it takes him rather long to say, “I do like. Do you...have any objections?”

Lan Wangji shakes his head. Wei Wuxian...tries to think of some way to prolong the conversation, because the inevitable awkwardness has started to set in, as it tends to do after you’ve spent the last ten minutes being kissed breathless by the person you may or may not be a little in love with. It’s probably just as awkward for Lan Wangji, perhaps even more so, because of the lack of the aforementioned feelings.

Wei Wuxian...really doesn’t want to leave yet, because he does like spending time with Lan Wangji, and doesn’t want to cut it short just because he was dumb enough to bring up the whole kissing thing. But they’ve finished their studying, and Wei Wuxian really has no reason to stay any longer, unless he maybe suggests to Lan Wangji that they kiss some more - wait. No! Not that! To not kiss any longer, to avoid any further embarrassment, is literally the entire reason he needs to leave!

So, before he can get wrapped up in his thoughts any more, Wei Wuxian calls out a quick, “Bye, Lan Zhan! See you around! Thanks for the kisses!” and then flees Lan Wangji’s room.

(And makes it almost the entire way back to his own dorm before realising he’s left his bag at Lan Wangji’s and slinking back over there to retrieve it. Lan Wangji says nothing to him as he does. Wei Wuxian tries not to think about what that might mean.)

 

The next day, Wei Wuxian’s worried that things might still be awkward, between him and Lan Wangji. Thankfully, however, those worries are unfounded - Lan Wangji doesn’t say much to him, but then again, he never does. And it’s not like he’s avoiding Wei Wuxian, like Wei Wuxian had been slightly (extremely) afraid he’d do.

They can’t practise again that night, because Wei Wuxian’s got a lab, or the next, because Lan Wangji has to practise his guqin, nor the night after that, because that’s the night of the concert that Lan Wangji has been practising for; and they can’t do anything the night after that, because Wei Wuxian has to pull an all-nighter working on the essay he’d put off till the very last moment. (Lan Wangji gives him an extremely judgemental look when he tells him this last one.)

Finally, finally, there comes a night when both of them are free. By this time, Wei Wuxian has managed to more or less swallow down most of his guilt - yeah, he’s kinda sorta tricking Lan Wangji into making out with him, which is... shitty...but it's not like Lan Wangji's not gaining anything from this either!

He's learning how to kiss the person he really likes. (Will he kiss them as deeply, thoroughly, as he’d kissed Wei Wuxian? Will he hold them close too, look at them with eyes blown dark, whisper their name in the same low, hoarse tone that had made Wei Wuxian shiver -)

Anyway. For Lan Wangji, it really is just practice. Now, at least, when he finds that special person, he won’t hesitate to kiss them on the mouth, right away. He won’t have to start with their hands, their fingers, work his way up to their neck in slow, torturous increments…

Wei Wuxian tries to tamp down his anxiousness as he waits. Lan Wangji had agreed to meet in Wei Wuxian’s room, this time. He’d said six, which means that the knock on Wei Wuxian’s door comes at five fifty-five. When Wei Wuxian opens it, he finds Lan Wangji standing there, holding - a bouquet?

Wei Wuxian laughs awkwardly. “Uh...what’s that?”

“A bouquet,” Lan Wangji says.

“Yeah, I can see that,” Wei Wuxian says. “But...why did you bring one here…?”

Is it his imagination, or are Lan Wangji’s ears a little flushed? “My brother said it was the appropriate thing to do,” he says. “Before you...kiss someone.”

“You told your brother about this?” Wei Wuxian demands, probably a little too loudly for a conversation happening in the corridor. So he yanks Lan Wangji into his room, shutting the door behind him.

“Yes,” Lan Wangji says easily. He frowns. “Is that a...problem? He will not tell anyone else.”

Wei Wuxian sighs, and pinches his nose. “No, it’s not a problem, just…” Lan Xichen probably thinks I’m dating his little brother right now! How do I get out of this! “I think you might sort of have given your brother the wrong impression…”

Lan Wangji gives him an expectant look, so Wei Wuxian continues, haltingly, “See, the thing is...you usually only get flowers for people you kiss when you’re...dating them. Which we’re not. Hence, no need for the flowers.”

Lan Wangji doesn’t reply, and for some reason Wei Wuxian gets the uncomfortable, creeping feeling that he may have said the wrong thing. “That’s not to say I don’t like the flowers! They’re really pretty - just, next time, save them for your actual date, okay?”

“Mm,” Lan Wangji says. He sets them down carefully on Wei Wuxian’s desk and turns around, only to immediately get crowded up against the wall by a smirking Wei Wuxian. “So,” Wei Wuxian says, and tries to make his voice as low and husky as Lan Wangji’s had sounded before, “shall we get started?”

He licks his lips, and takes immense satisfaction in the way Lan Wangji’s eyes drop to them immediately. Yet, he doesn’t kiss him like Wei Wuxian had been hoping. That’s fine, though. Letting his smile widen, before he can lose his nerve, Wei Wuxian touches one finger to Lan Wangji’s lips and says, “Are you feeling nervous again? Wanna start with my hand, like before?”

Lan Wangji’s lips part, which allows Wei Wuxian’s finger to slip past them, just a bit... wait.

Struck by a sudden inspiration, Wei Wuxian retracts his hand, and takes Lan Wangji’s instead. He winks, and says, “Let me return the favour?”

Lan Wangji stares at him blankly, like he doesn’t quite realise what Wei Wuxian’s getting at, until Wei Wuxian presses a perfunctory kiss to the tip of his index finger and then proceeds to flick his tongue over it. Then, he gasps, “Wei Ying!” and yanks his hand back as though it’s been scalded.

Wei Wuxian frowns - he’d thought that was pretty sexy! He’d read about it tons of times! “What, you don’t like that?”

“I…” Lan Wangji trails off, rather uncharastically hesitant. He’s staring at his hand with - is it disgust? Wei Wuxian hopes not. “I didn’t…”

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian mutters, stomach sinking. “Sorry, I just thought...look, I won’t do it again -”

“No,” Lan Wangji says. “No, I mean...I did like it.” He swallows, ears obviously flushed now, and, so slowly, extends his hand again.

Wei Wuxian stands there in stunned disbelief for about half a minute before his brain snaps back into gear and he’s grabbing Lan Wangji’s hand again. “You…” he begins, then shakes his head and just kisses at Lan Wangji’s knuckles again, then his palm, then his fingers.

Lan Wangji has really nice fingers, as befitting a guqin player - they’re longer and more slender than Wei Wuxian’s, very elegant. Wei Wuxian kisses delicately at the tips for all of three seconds before he decides to throw common sense out the window and wraps his lips around the tip of Lan Wangji’s index finger.

He has...no idea what he’s doing, really, but whenever he’d read about this, it had been made out to be pretty sexy. If the way Lan Wangji’s reacting is any indication, it probably is. Wei Wuxian feels almost unbearably smug as he hears the tiny hitches in Lan Wangji’s breath, feels the finger in his mouth twitch. Again, he really has no idea what to do, so he just experiments - sucks, licks, once lets his teeth graze it, which elicits a very interesting noise -

It’s when he decides to experiment a little more and take a second finger into his mouth that Lan Wangji’s apparently had enough. With a low growl, which is hot, he pulls his hand from Wei Wuxian’s mouth, grabs Wei Wuxian by the shoulders, spins him around and presses him up against the wall, which is hotter.

Wei Wuxian laughs wildly, and curls his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck to pull him closer, closer, till he’s pressed right up against Wei Wuxian. “Lan er gege,” he says, “did you like it so much? Couldn’t even wait for me to work my way up to your lips before you - mmph!”

Lan Wangji kisses him, which turns out to be an extremely effective way of shutting him up. Wei Wuxian still manages to laugh even into the kiss, which just makes Lan Wangji kiss him harder, at which point Wei Wuxian’s laughter stutters off into a moan instead. Lan Wangji kisses him like he’s desperate for it, like he’s aching for it like Wei Wuxian is - which he’s not, of course, but Wei Wuxian can dream.

They’re still probably not very good at kissing, objectively, but Wei Wuxian supposes they can make up for it with sheer enthusiasm. Distantly, he realises that he’s making all sorts of sounds that he’ll remember to be ashamed of later, when Lan Wangji isn’t kissing the common sense out of him. He scrabbles uselessly at Lan Wangji’s shirt, trying to pull him closer, closer still -

At some point Lan Wangji places his hands under Wei Wuxian’s thighs and hoists him up like he weighs nothing at all, which is, uh, something - Wei Wuxian will have to examine that, in more detail, later. But for now, the kisses slow, turn deep and languid. When Wei Wuxian remembers, he pulls away just enough to murmur suggestions to Lan Wangji: tilt your head just so, kiss my jaw, my neck -

Wei Wuxian’s not sure how much time has passed before the sound of Lan Wangji’s phone pinging shocks them both out of whatever kiss-induced haze they’d fallen into. Lan Wangji lowers him down gently back to his feet, which promptly give out under him, so he stumbles forward and clings to Lan Wangji a little tighter than necessary.

“Are you okay?” Lan Wangji asks, rather alarmed.

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian breathes, resting his head on Lan Wangji’s shoulder, “let me just...catch my breath. After you’ve taken it away, kissing me so well…”

“Shameless,” Lan Wangji murmurs, but doesn’t shove him away. He checks his phone, then says, “I must leave. I have dinner with Brother and Uncle soon.”

Wei Wuxian pouts at him exaggeratedly. “So that’s it? You’re just going to leave me here, alone and abandoned and unfulfilled?”

Lan Wangji gives him a blank look. “I cannot skip this dinner.”

Wei Wuxian laughs. “Yeah, I know, I know, don’t worry, I’m just messing with you. But seriously, Lan Zhan - you’re a pretty good kisser!”

“So are you,” Lan Wangji says, straight faced.

“Well, of course I am,” Wei Wuxian says. “But you - well, at this rate, we probably won’t need that much more practice sessions! Soon enough you’ll be a kissing expert. A leader in the field. Almost as good as me - almost.”

“Not soon,” Lan Wangji says.

“What? Have a little more faith in your talents, Lan Zhan! You’re a very fast learner - you’re blowing the learning curve right out the water. When you do kiss someone you like, they’ll be all shocked at how good you are at it -”

Lan Wangji sighs. “It is getting late. I must go.” He takes a step towards the door, then pauses, and glances back at the bouquet lying forgotten on Wei Wuxian’s desk. “Should I...take that back?”

On the one hand, Wei Wuxian should say yes, because chances are that every time he sees the flowers he’s going to think of Lan Wangji, and then of Lan Wangji kissing him, which isn’t exactly conducive to his productivity. But…

“Nah,” he says, “leave them. They’re pretty - I’ll put them in water or something. Something to remember you by, on these cold lonely nights.” He winks, and Lan Wangji flicks his eyes upwards in what might have been an attempt at rolling them.

“But wait, before you go,” Wei Wuxian says, “let me grade you.”

“Grade?”

“Yes,” Wei Wuxian says, “on your...performance. With the kissing. Hmm, let me think...I’ll say, nine out of ten. Not bad.”

“Where did I lose a point?” Lan Wangji, ever the nerd, asks.

Wei Wuxian grins at him. “Because it was over too quickly! Can’t believe you’re abandoning me…”

Lan Wangji sighs again. “I will strive to improve in the future.”

“You’d better,” Wei Wuxian warns. “But for now, there is something you can do if you want to boost your grade a bit.”

“What is that?”

“Give me a kiss goodbye!” Wei Wuxian says, not really expecting Lan Wangji to listen to him - which is why he’s more than a little shocked when Lan Wangji actually does step forward, tilt his head up, and kiss him, soft and quick and chaste.

“I will see you later, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says, when he pulls away. He’s gone before Wei Wuxian can remember how to breathe.

 

Over the next couple of weeks, they keep practising whenever they have a bit of spare time. In Lan Wangji’s room, or in Wei Wuxian’s, or once in the library, to Jiang Cheng’s horror, or once in Lan Wangji’s guqin practise room, which hadn’t ended well when Nie Huaisang had walked in on them and almost fainted -

Anyway. It’s all very nice, the kissing, but Wei Wuxian is getting worried, because...how much longer can he keep this up? How much longer till the excuse of Lan Wangji needing to practise simply stops being plausible? Sooner or later (probably sooner) Lan Wangji’s going to realise that, objectively, he really doesn’t need to keep doing... this with Wei Wuxian.

Still. For as long as he can have it, Wei Wuxian’s going to make the most out of it. And it’s not like Lan Wangji seems...unenthusiastic, when it comes to these activities. Maybe he’s enjoying kissing Wei Wuxian, too, to some extent - even if it’s not half as much as Wei Wuxian enjoys kissing him.

But anyway. That’s not important. What is important, right now, is that they’d started out kissing on Wei Wuxian’s bed, as usual, but then at some point Wei Wuxian had crawled into Lan Wangji’s lap, which was fun - and then he’d managed to persuade Lan Wangji to lay him down on the bed, pin him down, which is also fun.

Lan Wangji is a warm, solid weight above him, and it’s driving Wei Wuxian out of his mind - he clutches at Lan Wangji’s shoulders, wraps his legs around Lan Wangji’s waist and nudges him downwards with his ankles, which makes Lan Wangji groan into his mouth. “Wei Ying -”

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian breathes, and does it again to see if it’ll elicit the same reaction - it does. Utterly delighted by this turn of events, he can’t help but laugh, tangle his fingers into Lan Wangji’s hair. “Lan Zhan, come on, do it harder -”

Lan Wangji pulls away from Wei Wuxian's lips to bury his face in Wei Wuxian's neck, instead. Wei Wuxian can feel his breaths coming hot and fast against the skin there, and it's this tiny detail that makes him squirm happily - that has to mean Lan Wangji is affected, right?

"Stop moving," Lan Wangji says, sounding strangled.

"Make me," Wei Wuxian counters. Lan Wangji bites his shoulder. Wei Wuxian arches his back, groaning, and grips Lan Wangji's hair even harder. "Lan Zhan, if that was supposed to make me stop moving -"

Lan Wangji bites him again, then laves his tongue lightly over the mark his teeth have left. It feels so, so good, and Wei Wuxian wants more, so he uses the hand in Lan Wangji's hair to guide his lips, his teeth, to where he wants them: the tendons of his neck, the hollow of his throat, down past his collarbones to the neckline of his shirt…

Lan Wangji very rarely leaves marks. But Wei Wuxian wishes he would. He wants the whole world to know: Lan Wangji kissed him. Lan Wangji spent hours kissing him, holding him ...or, at the very least, even if the entire world doesn't have to know, Wei Wuxian wants to. He wants something to remember this by when it all ends, to convince himself that it wasn't all some elaborate dream.

Suddenly, an even better idea occurs to him. He removes the hand in Lan Wangji's hair, and stretches both arms out high above his head. Lan Wangji detaches from his throat to give him a questioning look. Wei Wuxian smiles up at him, probably a little more besottedly than he'd like (messy hair is a very good look on Lan Wangji) and says, "Hey, Lan Zhan, if you really want to make me stop moving, you should hold me down."

Lan Wangji stares at him blankly, clearly not getting it. Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes, then takes one of Lan Wangji's hands and guides it to his wrists. "Like this -"

Understanding flashes in Lan Wangji's eyes, followed by something much harder to read. His hand rests on Wei Wuxian's wrists so lightly at first the touch is barely there, then presses down with a bit more force when Wei Wuxian makes an encouraging noise.

Lan Wangji bends to kiss him again, and when Wei Wuxian tries instinctively to lift his arms to wrap around Lan Wangji's neck again, Lan Wangji presses them back down firmly. Lan Wangji's hands are large enough that just one is enough to cover both Wei Wuxian's wrists easily, and just the thought of it is hot enough to make Wei Wuxian moan even louder.

It's muffled by Lan Wangji's lips, of course, but it's the thought that counts. Wei Wuxian wants Lan Wangji to know just how good he's making him feel. Just in case he doesn't know, which is unlikely to say the least, Wei Wuxian breaks the kiss to gasp out, "God, Lan Zhan, you make me feel so fucking good, you have no idea -"

Lan Wangji breathes into his neck, harsh and ragged. "You too," he says, muffled.

"Me too, what?"

"You...also make me feel good. Better than anything."

Wei Wuxian's breath catches. What is he even supposed to say to that? Somehow, it doesn’t seem quite right to say, it’s only because you’ve never kissed anyone else before. So, instead, he says, “Well, in that case, kiss me again, Lan er gege.” Lan Wangji does.

Wei Wuxian doesn’t know how much time has passed before he feels Lan Wangji’s free hand skating lightly down his side, making him shiver. It reaches the hem of his shirt, then stops, edging beneath just slightly. “Can I -?” Lan Wangji whispers.

“Is that even a question?” Wei Wuxian groans. “Yes, please continue,” he adds, when Lan Wangji doesn’t seem satisfied with that answer.

Lan Wangji’s hand slips beneath his shirt, and brushes lighty up his side, along his ribs - which turns out to be an extremely bad idea, because Wei Wuxian is ticklish as fuck.

Lan Wangji jerks back like he’d been burnt when Wei Wuxian lets out a shriek of laughter and squirms away. “I’m sorry -” he starts, but Wei Wuxian cuts him off.

“No, no, it’s fine,” he gasps out, once he’s caught his breath, “it just tickles a lot…”

“Did it hurt you?” Lan Wangji asks.

“What, tickling? Of course not, tickling doesn’t hurt -”

“Mm,” Lan Wangji says, and does it again.

Wei Wuxian squawks and kicks weakly at him. “That doesn’t mean you should tickle me! Lan er gege, what a beast!”

“My apologies,” Lan Wangji says, sounding amused, and then bends to kiss Wei Wuxian’s nose. It’s so soft, tender, and completely at odds with what they’d been doing earlier that Wei Wuxian finds himself becoming horrifically flustered.

He coughs, and Lan Wangji kisses each of his cheeks, which is even worse. “Uh, Lan Zhan,” he stutters out, “shouldn’t you…”

“Mm?”

“We’re supposed to be practising kissing, right? Like, making out kind of kissing, not tickling, and whatever this is -”

Lan Wangji freezes. Before Wei Wuxian can ask him what’s the matter, he lets go of Wei Wuxian’s hands and sits up. Confused, Wei Wuxian follows, propping himself up onto his elbows. “Lan Zhan?”

Lan Wangji’s throat works. “Wei Ying,” he says, eventually, “I must tell you something.”

“Yeah?” Wei Wuxian prompts, even more confused than before. What is so important that Lan Wangji had to stop in the middle of kissing him to tell him?

Lan Wangji looks away, down at his hands. He seems like he’s trying to sort out the words in his head, before he speaks them. Slowly, carefully, he says, “It is not just practice for me.”

Wei Wuxian gives him a blank look. “What?”

Lan Wangji still won’t meet his gaze. “You...told me to practise for when I find someone special I want to kiss. Wei Ying, you are special.”

Lan Wangji had told him something similar, that first time they’d kissed, and Wei Wuxian understands it no more now than he had then -

Wait.

Wait.

Oh, shit. He really has been a colossal idiot, hasn’t he?

Suddenly, overcome by - shock, disbelief, happiness, he can’t even keep count - he laughs. He can’t help it. Then, once the full absurdity of the situation sets in, he laughs even harder, till he’s practically rolling around on the bed from it.

Too late, he notices the way Lan Wangji’s face has shuttered. Hands clenched into fists, he stands from the bed and turns to leave the room - shit. Panicking slightly, Wei Wuxian all but lunges off the bed to grab him, then tackles him bodily back onto it, and straddles him so he can’t escape. Lan Wangji blinks upwards at him, then his mouth presses into a thin, unhappy line, and he says, “Wei Ying, please let me -”

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says, now that his laughter has subsided into nothing but a broad grin. “I’m not laughing at you, I promise. It’s just...this is kind of a really funny situation, isn’t it?”

Lan Wangji gives him a look that quite plainly says that he doesn’t find the humor in this situation, so Wei Wuxian clarifies, “I mean, I like you, and you like me - you do like me, don’t you? - and we’ve literally been kissing each other constantly for like, the past month, and neither of us stopped to think that maybe that said something about us - I’m pretty sure friends don’t let other friends stick their tongues in their mouths!”

“You..like me?” Lan Wangji asks, obviously fixating on the important stuff.

“Yes,” Wei Wuxian says, a bit impatiently, “but that’s not the point. Okay, maybe it is - but what’s more important is that now, we can go back to making out, but this time without wallowing in guilt.”

“I did not wallow,” Lan Wangji says, sounding a bit indignant.

“You totally wallowed,” Wei Wuxian says, more than a little gleefully, “I know your wallowing face, Lan Zhan, you were wracked with guilt for taking advantage of poor, innocent me -”

“Innocent?” Lan Wangji says, sounding entirely too disbelieving for Wei Wuxian’s liking - but, the corners of his mouth have tipped up just the slightest, and his hands have come to rest gently on Wei Wuxian’s waist.

“Yes, innocent!” Wei Wuxian protests, and grinds his hips down just a little, experimentally, just to see what Lan Wangji will do - he inhales sharply and grips Wei Wuxian’s hips a bit tighter, which are very positive results, but not conclusive, so it looks like Wei Wuxian will just have to run a few more iterations, just to be sure -

“What, Lan er gege,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss Lan Wangji’s nose lightly, in revenge, once he’s settled into a good rhythm, “did you think I was some sort of playboy? Going around smooching people left, right and centre?”

“Isn’t that what you said?” Lan Wangji points out.

“I said I was a kissing expert,” Wei Wuxian says, “I never said my knowledge was practical - it could be theoretical too, Lan Zhan! You should know this! Besides, I never heard you complaining, so I think I made a pretty good teacher, don’t you?”

Lan Wangji huffs, a small, exasperated sound, but tips his head up to capture Wei Wuxian’s lips anyways - Wei Wuxian kisses him back with a hum of satisfaction, then, remembering something, immediately detaches himself so he can suck a dark bruise into the pale column of Lan Wangji’s neck, because that’s actually something he’s allowed to do now.

Lan Wangji makes the best noises beneath him, and jerks his hips up - he’s hard, Wei Wuxian realises distantly, and so is he, huh - this realisation is followed by an incomparable feeling of satisfaction, because he did that, he affected the stoic, untouchable Lan Wangji to this extent -

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” he says, then breaks off into a ragged gasp when Lan Wangji’s hands ruck up his shirt to trace warm, maddening circles on the skin of his back, but even that’s not enough to stop him from talking, “now that I assume we’ve graduated from kissing, we should start practising other stuff -”

Lan Wangji hums in agreement, and kisses him quiet.