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Lan Wangji frowned.
It didn’t quite look right – even with his careful hands, there was red all over the edges of his mouth. The colour was too bright, it chunked up it places it wasn’t supposed to, and it never reached the left corner.
He looked ridiculous.
Glaring at the rose gold tube on the counter, Lan Wangji forced himself to admit defeat to lipstick.
Wei Wuxian made it look so easy. His lips always, always looked beautiful – perfectly shaped, with a gorgeous colour and (if Lan Wangji was lucky) not transferable. This lipstick was clearly of the transferable category, as it was somehow everywhere; on his nose, his chin, and inexplicably, his right ear.
This was preposterous. He took a napkin and wiped down the top of the lipstick, the same way he did when he started. Then, Lan Wangji swiped a makeup wipe from his boyfriend’s constantly dwindling supply, making sure to remove every bit –
“Lan Zhan! Hi, I’m back!”
Of course.
Lan Wangji tossed the lipstick into the drawer where it came from (to be fair, the drawer had no semblance of organization to it), clutching the makeup wipe behind his back as Wei Wuxian jumped into their bedroom.
Slowing down, Wei Wuxian looked around. “What’s in your hands?”
Lan Wangji debated the positives and negatives of eating the makeup wipe.
Getting closer, Wei Wuxian squinted. “What’s on your nose? It’s kinda red.”
He reached around behind Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji tightened his grip around the makeup wipe, the liquid squeezing out and coating his hands. He fought the furrowing of his eyebrows; it was cold.
“Is that makeup remover?” Wei Wuxian took a step back, eyes roaming over Lan Wangji like he was a picture. “Were you trying to put on my lipstick, Lan Zhan?”
Lan Wangji wanted to slide under the sink and live there, permanently. “Mm.”
“Let me help you, then!” Wei Wuxian jumped over. “Do you like that colour?”
Lan Wangji shrugged.
“Can I pick out a colour for you?”
“Mm.” He didn't think Wei Wuxian would be upset, or that he would laugh at him, but there was still something in his chest that made him want to hide away - something that Wei Wuxian helped heal every day.
Wei Wuxian bumped his hip against Lan Wangji’s as he pulled out a bottle from inside his drawer. “I mean, honestly, anything and everything looks good on you, Lan Zhan! I feel like gloss, though, is more your style. This one is super shiny, forgive me.” Wei Wuxian turned his big eyes on Lan Wangji. “Is it okay?”
Lan Wangji inspected the circular bottle. “Mm.” It’s not like he knew anything about lipstick; like he would deny Wei Wuxian anything, anyways.
“Sit, sit! Ooh, your lips are so nice, Lan Zhan, for lipstick and for kisses.” He pressed a quick kiss to Lan Wangji’s mouth, butterflies beating through his chest. “Ah, I already want to kiss you. I always want to.”
Lan Wangji felt his ears grow warm. Luckily, Wei Wuxian had already pulled him to the bed, and was focused on opening the tube. “It’s new, I haven’t used this one yet. I heard it’s supposed to be super glossy, and the colour suits you. Well, every colour suits you. It’s not fair.” He pouted, “So pretty. Come on, open your mouth.”
Lan Wangji obliged, eyes wide as a fuzzy applicator coated in red came towards him.
Wei Wuxian laughed, “It’s not going to hurt you. It may be a bit cold, though.”
The first touch was indeed cold, oddly wet – but not unpleasant. The product glided smoothly along his bottom lip, Wei Wuxian’s hand not shaking one bit.
His brows furrowed as he moved to the top lip; Lan Wangji tried not to move. Wei Wuxian’s tongue was poking out slightly, focusing on applying the gloss. Sometimes, he’d swipe a careful finger over the edges of Lan Wangji’s mouth to wipe off any stray product, reverently. It was tender, soft and intimate, a bonfire in Lan Wangji’s chest, growing and spreading warmth through his veins and arteries from the tips of his toes to the top of his throat. He choked on his love, drowned in it.
“All done!” Wei Wuxian beamed, bouncing off the bed and throwing some sort of compact at him. Lan Wangji caught it, opening it to look at himself in the mirror.
It was alright. His lips felt a little bit sticky, and were shinier and redder than usual.
Wei Wuxian once mentioned that he wore lipstick like clothing – sometimes he wanted to look more fancy or less fancy. Different colours were a different look, and he wore what made him happy.
Lan Wangji felt no difference. There was no repulsion or happiness which came from the product, but if it made Wei Wuxian happy –
Wei Wuxian. Who was staring at him intently, eyes burning with something darker than flames.
“You…” he whispered.
Lan Wangji gulped with the intensity of the stare. “Wei Ying?”
Wei Wuxian got closer, closer, swinging his legs over Lan Wangji’s hips, pressing their bodies together. “Ah, you look so good. I wanna just –” He dipped forward.
“No.”
Wei Wuxian blinked. “Hm?”
Lan Wangji kept his eyes firmly locked on the top button of Wei Wuxian’s black shirt; he would surely erupt if he looked anywhere else. “No kissing with lip gloss on.”
Wei Wuxian huffed out an exasperated laugh. “Why not?”
“You don’t let me kiss you when you wear lip gloss. Same rules apply.”
“Astute observation,” Wei Wuxian murmured, voice dipping low, hot. “But I really, really, want to kiss you, Lan Zhan. And I spent fifteen minutes putting that gloss on you but now I really want to mess it up. Wouldn’t you like that?”
Lan Wangji was going to overheat. “Mm,” he said, in lieu of a proper response. What could he say? Please pin me to this bed and kiss me until I can’t breathe?
Ridiculous.
It must have been something in his eyes, or maybe Wei Wuxian was becoming exceptionally good at reading him, because he did just that.
Kissing Wei Wuxian was exhilarating, possibly Lan Wangji’s favourite thing to do. It started soft, because it always did, reverent; Wei Wuxian’s hands cupping Lan Wangji’s cheeks, Lan Wangji’s hands rubbing circles into Wei Wuxian’s hip bones. He loved him, he loved him so much, like a forest fire, a tsunami.
It grew warmer from there, burning hotter and hotter as Wei Wuxian pushed him down and laid on top of him, slotting their bodies together, biting and pressing harder. Wei Wuxian made these soft sounds in between breaths, and Lan Wangji had to concentrate amongst the haze to stifle his own moans. Wei Wuxian had a way of breaking that concentration.
He pulled away, looking down at Lan Wangji. With the way Wei Wuxian’s eyes got darker, Lan Wangji was certain he looked as wrecked as he felt.
Wei Wuxian was breathing harder, eyes locked on Lan Wangji as if he were starving. “Lan Zhan…”
“Wei Ying.”
“The things I want to do to you, Lan Zhan…”
Do them.
Lan Wangji felt drunk on a power he couldn’t understand. It came from somewhere low in his stomach and blurred the lines in his brain separating logic and lust.
Lan Wangji’s eyes caught on the clock in the corner. “We have dinner with my brother. Must leave in fifteen minutes.”
Maybe, if he was lucky, Wei Wuxian would let him get on his knees quickly and –
Wei Wuxian huffed. “What? Just my luck. Fine, fine, I remember now, and we did say we would go.” Eyes full of promise, he leaned forward, murmuring, “But when we get back…”
“Mm.”
“Do you want to take the gloss off?” Wei Wuxian asked. “I don’t want it to get messy while you’re eating, but it’s already a little bit of a mess. I would apologize, but...”
“I will remove it.”
When he entered the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror. Red lip gloss smeared and hair tangled, he looked like he had been kissed within an inch of his life. He debated calling his brother to cancel and barging back into the room to finish what they had started.
If he had to be honest with himself, this was something he wanted. He didn’t doubt Wei Wuxian’s desire for him for a second; it was obvious in his words and his touch and his eyes. But there was a difference in the way he looked tonight with Lan Wangji under him, the easy confidence in the way he stole Lan Wangji’s breath, the low huskiness coating his voice.
Lan Wangji wanted to be destroyed by him.
It was utterly shameless. He wanted it.
He wiped off the lip gloss – truly neutral in his feeling towards it, but more than pleased with Wei Wuxian’s unexpected reaction. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was wearing lipstick, or if it was Wei Wuxian’s lipstick. His boyfriend said it was a new tube, but he imagined putting on lipstick that his boyfriend had worn without wiping the top. Indirect kiss. It still made him giddy despite the knowledge that Wei Wuxian’s lips had been all over his body, everywhere.
Ridiculous.
Pulling on the black jacket Wei Wuxian liked, he slid the tube of red lip gloss into his pocket and pushed through the doors.
Hopefully, dinner would end early. Knowing Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji would have a long night ahead of him.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.