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Overwhelmed. Powerless. On the brink of possibly dying; Wei WuXian gazed up at the ceiling. Lan WangJi was leaning over him, his long hair trailing over Wei WuXian's collarbone as his fingers worked skillfully on his ribcage.
Wei WuXian's eyes were tearing up. His face was flushing bright red. He couldn't scream, he couldn't even move, the lower half of his body felt the familiar numbness and was unable to move. He could only just lie there, arms above his head in submission and suffering from the greatest punishment of a lifetime.
And punishments had definitely gotten scary. Why? For Lan WangJi had truly mastered the art of tickling, knowing exactly what he was doing to Wei WuXian's hypersensitive body. Why the second young master of the Lan Sect would know of such dirty methods? Wei WuXian had taught him. Dramatically watching his life flash by, Wei WuXian thought it wouldn't be wrong to remember that certain night when he had been foolish enough not only to teach Lan WangJi about tickling, but also how he should do it. He was dying from exploding sensations anyway, so might as well.
It happened during another certain night at the JingShi, a while ago; Wei WuXian was straddling Lan WangJi's waist, and they were making out because he, Wei WuXian, wanted to. And lately, he had gotten awfully good in dragging Lan WangJi along in anything he wanted. Well, almost anything. Almost.
Lan WangJi who could be usually stiff during intimate moments, this time allowed himself to trace his fingers over Wei WuXian's skin as his lips kissed him back lustfully.
Maybe because of the position, or maybe just because he was slowly but gradually becoming more comfortable with intimacies, other than plainly pounding into Wei WuXian.
Tracing the skin of his lower back, it caused Wei WuXian to giggle softly into the kiss. He was sensitive there. Not really noticing or just not reacting, Lan WangJi continued and eventually let his fingers wander up Wei WuXian's spine. The Yiling Patriarch let out a soft gasp, his back arching a little and a big smile stretching his lips even as they kissed. He was sensitive there too.
He shivered when a second hand was added, fingertips tracing gently past his ribcage and eventually lightly brushing at the skin under his long hair at the back of his neck. All this made Wei WuXian tremble slightly and, yes, giggle, for he, even in his new body, appeared to be still exceptionally ticklish.
"Why do you keep laughing?" Of course Wei WuXian's giggles couldn't remain unnoticed for long.
"Because you're tickling me that's why." Lan WangJi gave him a look.
Wei WuXian, "Ah come on. Don't look at me now as if you don't know what tickling is." The look did not change and Wei WuXian blinked in surprise.
"You don't?" He gaped down at Lan WangJi who calmly gazed into a random corner of the room as if he was in deep thoughts.
"I think I do not."
Wei WuXian thought about it, but then something unimaginable as not knowing of something like tickling actually became imaginable. Of course the Lan brothers didn't have tickle fights at home. God may know they even might be prohibited in the Cloud Recesses. If it was, that would be too bad. The imagination of the handsome young men of the Lan Sect being involved in tickle fights did spark a certain interest.
But anyway, of course the calm and collected Lan WangJi didn't grow up in a goofy wrestling tickling kinda relationship environment with his family. Unlike Wei WuXian who would challenge Jiang Cheng into tickle fights all the time. Maybe he should explain?
"Tickling is-"
"Yes I know what it is," Lan WangJi snapped absentmindedly, his voice calm but still a bit firm. Oh, okay.
"I just have not experienced it." There was something cold and distant about his attitude since they got to this subject, so Wei WuXian just had to fight the urges to offer a demonstration by immediately subjecting his lover to the feeling of tickling. It would certainly ruin his mood completely and take away all Wei WuXian's chances at continuing this hot make out session. There may be other ways though, to subtly initiate a... tickle fight with Lan WangJi.
"HanGuang-Jun.. That's okay. You could experience it, if you like. Do you want to try it on me? It's not much different than what you just did. You just.. move your fingers-" he said, wiggling his fingers in the air.
"-and touch me like that in certain places. You could even press a little harder. Any kind of touch could work. If I laugh, you succeed in tickling me."
He smiled brightly, and Lan WangJi didn't smile back, but he did lunge forward and sat in position. Very officially. Wei WuXian just in time gripped his shoulders as to not drop backwards off his lap, but Lan WangJi nodded at him, signaling that was actually what he needed him to do.
“Shoud I...?” Wei WuXian frowned but did so anyway, not wanting to disturb his lover's need for discovery of this sort of affectionate behavior he was lacking exprience of, and certainly not missing this chance at bringing tickling into their still ever developing relationship.
Despite offering it, he was a little bit nervous because of how ticklish he was, so like he always would, he casually chatted, "You know, Jiang Cheng is very ticklish. I wonder if he still is. We could try it to wipe that serious scowl off his face. He used to claim I'm even worse, but I don't know. He was really bad. All of Lotus Pier would know when I was winning a tickle fight. I just had to touch him like- hey. What are you doing?" Wei WuXian asked the question before he actually realized it.
"I am tickling you." The finger movement didn't even come close to tickling and the sensation didn't affect him at all. Wei WuXian gaped foolishly at Lan WangJi's fingers that awkwardly crawled over his chest.
"Maybe if you do it here," he offered, and he guided Lan WangJi's hand downwards towards the lower area that was definitely more sensitive. But even there, all Lan WangJi did was touch him quite awkwardly.
"It's not working," he stated. No it isn't. Wei WuXian felt a little bit of pity. Whereas he had really felt ticklish from Lan WangJi's touch earlier several times, the attempt to actually perform the action seemed to make it way too restrained and impossible for him to succeed in doing it.
Wei WuXian giggled, not because of the attempted tickling but because of feeling awkward, "maybe if you try somewhere else. Or a different kind of touch. It actually isn't so - ouch!" Lan Zhan looked up at Wei WuXian's pained expression after pinching his side.
"You do it too hard. It hurts," Wei WuXian warned. Lan WangJi traced his fingers towards his stomach. First poking so fiercely it almost created a hole in his tummy besides his belly button, then doing the opposite, touching too lightly.
"I could show you too, so you learn the best techniques. From feeling it. If you are any ticklish at all, Er Gege." Expecting immediate rejection, Wei WuXian raised his eyebrows in surprise when Lan WangJi agreed, "fine."
Wei WuXian climbed back into a sitting position, looking at him as he leaned further towards him.
"Really? Okay then." Bless the heavens and the totally-different-from-the-past Lan WangJi. An opportunity to find out if he was ticklish like this was the last he ever expected, and Wei WuXian beamed with happiness. Leaning against him, he scittered his fingers up his sides, testing the sensitivity, and Lan WangJi jumped instantly. His lips slightly parted, he looked a bit taken aback.
Lan WangJi asked, "Will I laugh?", looking like a shy child, and Wei WuXian thought he sensed some nervosity.
"Maybe, yes." With a smirk on his face, Wei WuXian began to tickle him with wiggling light digging fingers.
"Hhhah!" Lan WangJi doubled over, his head leaning on Wei WuXian's shoulder as he trembled from the sudden sensations. Bingo.
"Who would have thought you are ticklish. Do you feel what I'm doing? I could do this-" Wei WuXian scribbled his fingers up and down Lan WangJi's ribcage right under his armpits.
He then switched to a playful way of clawing and squeezing, "or this...", and Lan WangJi let out a surprised laugh.
"Or this!" Diving his fingers into his armpits, Wei WuXian watched in awe as Lan WangJi threw his head back with another laugh.
His long hair swayed as he did, and he looked absolutely beautiful. His laughter was restrained, but he wasn't blushing or looking like a pig as Jiang Cheng would always describe Wei WuXian when he was getting tickled. No, only Lan WangJi could be tickled and look charming at the same time.
"S-stop!" To his limits already? Wei WuXian couldn't help himself and leaned closer, breathing into his neck, "why? Is it too much for you to take? I can know. I am very ticklish. Master this skill and you could make me do anything. You could even use it to punish me. You could do it so we can laugh together. I am only teaching you because it is fun and a handy trick." Unaware that this was his own very deep grave that he was digging, Wei WuXian continued to tickle and tease Lan Zhan.
Pushing him down and leaning over his squirming body, he discovered many sensitive spots and enjoyed exploiting them immensely.
The best kind of laugh was the one he got for squeezing the back of his knees. Also, his inner thighs. Another wonderful spot.
"Such a place...!" Lan WangJi couldn't say much, he just laughed a lot that night. It was the first time tickling came into their relationship like this, and the first time they laughed together like this, but not the last. Definitely not the last.
Now, back to present time, Wei WuXian was suffering from a severe punishment by tickling. He had taught Lan WangJi well. Taught him well how to actually tickle someone to death.
"Mhmmm! Mmm!" Including the silencing spell was harsh. Tickling someone who was unable to laugh and move could be counted nearly as bad of a punishment as the whip of discipline. Wei WuXian tried to tell his partner that with begging eyes.
It magically worked, in the end. Removing the spell, Lan WangJi smirked slightly, what made him look way too attractive, and spoke to him in a teasing way, "what, is it too much for you to take?"
Even his own ways of teasing were backfired like this. Wei WuXian was still laughing from the relentless tickling, yet he was beaming with pride. He really had taught him well. Tickle fights were now a fact in their relationship, and so were tickle punishments in which Lan WangJi didn’t actually play fair. But all was fair in love and war, Wei WuXian had to give him that.
Nodding frantically, he begged, “y-yes. Too much! Hehe p-please hehe, no more. Mercy! HanGuang-Jun! Have mercy on me! ”
Lan WangJi, “Have you learned your lesson, Wei Ying?”
“Yehehes!” In all honesty Wei WuXian had been tickled to a point where he didn’t even quite remember his wrongings that lead to his current predicament. Luckily he was wise enough not to mention that, and luckily enough Lan WangJi took his word and decided to let it slide.
Wei WuXian could move his body again, and Lan WangJi was no longer tickling him. Still tired and breathless, Wei WuXian leaned his head backwards, sighing in relief, and he smiled up at Lan WangJi’s handsome face.
“Kiss me.” You at least owe me that, he thought. Lan WangJi actually did so, maybe not because Wei WuXian asked him to, but because he wanted to.
“It’s past nine. We should sleep,” Lan WangJi finally said after a disappointedly short kiss. Wei WuXian snorted.
“You cheat in tickle fights and now decide to abide by the rules?” He only noticed Lan WangJi’s hands were still on his sides when they squeezed, and he let out a laugh.
“Not tickle fight. Punishment,” was his cold yet somewhat teasy and playful answer. Wei WuXian shook his head at him when he felt his hands steady on his body to tickle him again.
“Nonono, not again. I will behave. Let’s sleep.” Lan WangJi’s fingers dug into him, making him yelp.
Wei WuXian, “I swear I will tickle you back with all I’ve got.”
There was a playful twinkle in his partner’s eyes.
“We will see about that.” Silencing him with a kiss this time, for almost no reasonable reason he renewed his tickle attack, until long past nine to the point where Wei WuXian had no choice but fall asleep from exhaustion.
Lan WangJi, the grand master of tickling, but only thanks to the grandest master of it all, Wei WuXian. Who would have thought.