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"Hahaha Lan Zhan~ That was unexpected."
Wei Wuxian walked out of the bathroom while drying his hair. The idol had just taken a shower, wanting to look at least semi presentable to his fans.
He hoped the fans would ignore the dark circles forming under his eyes. Maybe he should stop staying up so late for certain activities, like gaming... And well, among other things...
Wei Wuxian wore nothing but one of his husband's white shirts that reached his mid thigh, leaving his slender thighs exposed. A smile crept up onto his face as he observed the love bites that were on his legs. He always thought they were pretty, sadly he always had to cover them up.
The idol had told his husband that he could leave marks, but he could only do so anywhere that would not be seen by his eagle eyed fans. Hence the reason he was, more often than not, seen wearing long baggy pants.
Wei Wuxian sat down on the edge of the bed with the towel still draped over his head. He looked at his husband expectantly.
Lan Wangji had long since ended his class but still sat by his desk with his back facing the bed, arranging for his next class.
However, the professor soon turned around, as if he had telepathically communicated with his husband, and got up to walk towards Wei Wuxian.
Lan Zhan had a soft look on his face as he carefully dried his lovers hair. Wei Wuxian giggled at his actions and looked down to his lap, attempting to hide the slight tinge of pink that made it's way to his face.
Lan Zhan was so whipped.
Halfway through, Wei Wuxian looked back up at Lan Wangji with a grin.
"Lan Zhan, You haven't given me a proper kiss yet! You have to take responsiblity you know?"
The latter let out a slight chuckle and leaned down to pull Wei Ying into a kiss. Allowing himself to indulge his lover.
Eventually, Wei Wuxian felt himself be pushed down gently to lie down on the bed when Lan Wangji deepened the kiss.
He spreads his legs and pulls his husband closer, craving more of his touch.
With the towel long forgotten, the taller moved both his hands underneath the shirt the idol was wearing, hiking it up until his chest was exposed. He then proceeded to leave open mouthed kisses down Wei Ying's neck to his chest, lightly biting and licking his nipples, eliciting small moans from the smaller's lips.
Wei Wuxian felt his dick start to throb.
"Lan Zhan- More..."
"Mn."
Lan Wangji pulls away and moves to the nightstand, retrieving a bottle of lube.
Settling himself in between his husband's legs, the taller coats his fingers and rubs one against Wei Ying's pink hole, not entering just yet.
Wei Ying whined, trying to push down onto Lan Zhan's finger, "Er-gege, please stop torturing your husband- Please... I need-"
Ring一 Ring一
Wei Wuxian was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing.
Are you kidding?
The idol groaned as he leaned to the side, grabbing his phone that was settled a few inches from his head.
It was Jin Ling.
Why his company allowed that child to work with him was a mystery.
He picked up.
"What is it? I'm in the middle of something!"
"Don't ever do that again! You could get outed to the public! Stop being so reckless with your image. You're too irresponsible! Aren't you supposed to be an adult? Now, go get ready for your live, you're already behind schedule! Don't make me call your manager." Jin Ling lectured.
With that, the younger hung up.
Wei Wuxian crossed his arms, fuming, "That brat really has some nerve! He's not even my manager..."
Lan Wangji sighed, also slightly frustrated that they were interrupted, "Mn. But you should go get ready for your live, you may get into trouble."
"Ah? you could hear him?"
"Jin Ling was loud."
"Ugh... And I was so close to getting railed..."
The taller let out a small laugh, "We can continue later." And kissed him on the forehead.
Wei Ying pouted but got up to put on his pants. Maybe if he waited long enough, Lan Zhan would be so pent up that he would immediately pounce on him after the live.
Lan Wangji had left the room to leave the idol to his live. But right now he was too pissy to greet his fans.
He walked out and made his way to his son's room. Wanting to complain to Sizhui about his cousin.
••••
"Sizhui! You still haven't told us what relations you and Jin Ling have with Wei Wuxian!"
Lan Sizhui looks at Ouyang Zizhen through the screen, however, he doesn't answer. Instead, opts to look at his phone, feigning ignorance.
Sizhui, Zizhen, Jingyi and Jin Ling had decided to watch a tv series while waiting for Wei Wuxian to start his live.
However, none of them paid any attention as Jingyi and Zizhen wanted to know what Sizhui and Jin Ling meant to their the idol.
First they pestered Jin Ling, but soon after he had left to call someone, so the two of them decided to interrogate Sizhui.
Sadly, their friend refused to give in to them.
Jingyi let out a loud groan, "Sizhui! If you really cared about us, you would tell us!"
As Sizhui opened his mouth to answer, the sound of his bedroom door flying open was heard.
A figure dropped down with a loud whine.
Seeing as Sizhui's bed was right behind him, his two friends had a clear view on who that figure was.
How was this happening?
Why was Wei Wuxian lying down in their best friend's bed?
The idol seemed to be, once again, oblivious to the fact that he had an audience as he started to rant.
"Ah-Yuan! Your cousin really has some nerve... He really dares to lecture his own uncle! He may work with my company but it's not like he's one of my managers right? He just works as an intern makeup artist! It doesn't concern him if I'm behind schedule... I can't believe he's being so mean to me! I love him like a son but oh my god he can be a pain in my ass! And not in a good way."
Wei Wuxian couldn't help but keep ranting. He's pent up and he needs to vent.
"Hey, Ah-Yuan... You think I'm being too mean to Jin Ling right now? I think I am. Whatever! I'll apologize later. He once mentioned he wanted that game right? I'll get it for him. That way he'll owe me one. Hahahaha! Isn't your dad a good person?"
Sizhui face palmed. He watched as his two best friends gawk at the scene.
His dad really had the worst timing.
He cleared his throat and pointed to his screen that showed a video call with 2 people staring at them.
"Uhm... Dad?"
"Eh~? Your dad is hurting... Come give me a-"
Wei Wuxian looked at where his son was pointing.
Oh no... Not again...
The idol got up and sat straight on the bed, once again smiling at the camera.
"Hi! I'm Ah-Yuan's dad. Nice to meet you!"
Ouyang Zizhen and Lan Jingyi then proceeded to bombard the two with a million questions.
Because apparently two of their best friends are related to their favourite idol. Like, actually related. They were friends with the son and nephew of Wei Wuxian. And one of them even worked at the idol's company.
And when Jin Ling got back. Chaos was eminent.
Safe to say, there was a lot of yelling.
••••
Wei Wuxian sat on his and Lan Zhan's bed, smiling sweetly as he started his live.
"I trust some of you to not expose me." He started, "So! How was your day? I wanna know how all my dearest fans are doing!"