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Lan WangJi was used to the quietness in the JingShi - he lived there on his own for quite a few years and was never bothered by it, but somehow, now that Wei WuXian was out on a night hunt with A-Yuan and the rest of the disciples, Lan WangJi felt rather lonely and the silence filling the JingShi felt heavy over his shoulders as he made notes in the reports piled on his desk.
Furthermore, not only was he feeling lonely, but he was also feeling sleepy; the bed seeming too big without Wei WuXian and not as comfortable and inviting as when his lover was laying there with one of his warm and bright smiles that always stole Lan WangJi’s breath away.
He decided to move to another activity after he almost made a mistake in his notes, so leaving the pile of reports to the side, he reached for the book of poems that Wei WuXian had recently bought for him, (Lan WangJi was very surprised and he was a bit scared it probably was an obscene book), and barely started to read the first page when his heart started to beat faster against his ribcage at hearing the sound of those gentle footsteps that he knew by memory: quick, light and firm - it was Wei WuXian.
Lan WangJi came back to his reading, acting as if his heart was not pounding like crazy and slowly pumping blood to his ears. He let out a breath, trying to calm down just as Wei WuXian opened the wooden doors just a little so his slender body could sneak in. Lan WangJi noticed with hidden amusement how Wei WuXian jolted at finding him by the desk.
“Husband!” Wei WuXian said, placing a hand over his heart. “You surprised me. I am back. Why aren’t you asleep? Did you miss me?”
The quietness was definitely gone and Lan WangJi was glad. “Welcome back, Wei Ying,” he said softly, making Wei WuXian smile brightly at him as he approached him with heavy steps, perhaps a little too tired. “Did everything go well?”
Lan WangJi barely moved when Wei WuXian collapsed by his side, letting out a rather loud groan as he leaned against Lan WangJi’s arm.
“Yeah, everything was good, it really was nothing,” he said, slowly climbing up onto Lan WangJi’s lap until he was cradling him just like a mother would hold her baby.
Lan WangJi looked down at his lover and nearly rolled his eyes fondly at the sight of Wei WuXian’s lips puckering, wanting to be kissed.
“Shameless,” Lan WangJi mumbled, but he actually leaned down to chastely kiss Wei WuXian’s lips. “You should take a bath.”
Wei WuXian groaned, “Lan Zhan, I’m too tired! You know? That fierce corpse was only attacking me! I am so sore from jumping and dodging its attacks!”
Lan WangJi raised himself again and looked at his tired husband in his lap. “Wei Ying,” he gasped. Wei WuXian laughed at his almost offended reaction and waved carelessly.
“Don’t worry husband, I’m just tired! It’s not like it hurt me,” he said.
“Are you hurt?” Lan WangJi asked with worry. He understood Wei WuXian’s words very well, but he also knew what often the underlying meaning was. Wei WuXian was always ‘fine’.
“I said I’m not~” Wei WuXian pouted up at him. Lan WangJi’s eyes softened and he leaned down to kiss those pouty lips again. Wei WuXian, not expecting the kiss, giggled and wrapped his arms around his neck, initiating more kisses, but still Lan WangJi moved back up again, and with Wei WuXian’s around his neck and his own arms around his smaller body, he could easily lift him.
“Woah!” Wei WuXian yelped in surprise as he was carried towards their bed.
“I will check you up,” he offered. Wei WuXian began to squirm in his arms, huffing.
“Lan Zhan, no! I’m not hurt. I’ll take a bath, okay? My unhurt body will feel a lot less sore after a bath, you’re totally right!” he whined. Still, Lan WangJi positioned his reluctant husband down on their bed and tugged at his robes, quietly demanding to see his bare skin. Wei WuXian was quick to give up on struggling, obviously knowing very well that Lan WangJi wouldn’t let him go before confirming he really was alright.
“Fine,” Wei WuXian said with that cute pout lingering on his lips, and without struggling he allowed Lan WangJi to undress his upper half. The moment his torso and arms were bare for Lan WangJi to see, his pout disappeared as his lips stretched into a cute, seductive smile.
“See? Totally fine, also - ahh!” Wei WuXian gasped when Lan WangJi touched his shoulders. “Why- Why are your hands so cold?!” Lan WangJi shrugged his shoulders (a very unlikely gesture on him), barely paying attention at Wei WuXian’s words as his fingers gently touched the bone structure of his shoulders and collarbones.
“Oh, that feels nice, Lan Zhan,” Wei WuXian said and Lan WangJi fought the urge to roll his eyes again. “Can you press a little hard- ah, yes, just like that.”
“This is not a massage,” Lan WangJi said, his touches moving to Wei WuXian’s upper arms, his elbows, his forearms and even his knuckles and fingers, everything seemed to be perfectly fine… around his arms at least. “Mn. Your arms are good.”
Wei WuXian giggled. “Oh? Are you flirting with me? Because I think your arms are be- eek!” Wei WuXian squeaked when Lan WangJi lifted his arms up above his head. “Wh-What are you doing, dear husband?”
“I will check up the rest of your body,” he explained calmly, his golden eyes looking for the next spot, when he found it, he gently let go of Wei WuXian’s wrists. “Keep your arms up, Wei Ying.”
“Lan Zhan, you are worrying too much! I am not hurt- aah!” Lan WangJi stopped right away.
He had barely placed his hands right under Wei WuXian’s armpits, his fingers gently squeezing his shoulder blades, but Wei WuXian suddenly jolted with a squeak, his arms moving halfway down as Lan WangJi squeezed that spot a little harder, causing another squeak to escape from Wei WuXian’s mouth.
“You told me you weren’t hurt,” he reproaches with furrowed eyebrows.
“I- I am not! I really I’m not! Lan Zhan, it’s because it tickles when you do that!” Lan WangJi’s gaze softened as he watched his husband giggle and acting all cute and vulnerable.
“...Does it?” He didn’t even notice he had sounded so teasy, but Wei WuXian made a loud dramatic gasping noise.
“Lan Zhan!” he whined, and he twitched when Lan WangJi continued to check on his body.
“Nonono Lan Zhan, I said it tickles! I’m fiiihhine!” Wei WuXian was adorable, and Lan WangJi chuckled very softly.
“No, no. I need to check very well.” His thumbs found their ways to the hollows of his husband’s armpits and he pressed and rubbed them in circles. They weren’t necessarily moves that should tickle like mostly did by scribbling at the sensitive skin, or poking or digging, but still it was plenty to leave his sensitive husband howling.
“Lan Zhaaaaahaahaan!” Wei WuXian called out dramatically, his giggles turning into the sweetest laughter.
“You’re making it harder, Wei Ying,” Lan WangJi said in all seriousness, but a smile was tugging ever so slightly at his own lips. His left hand found Wei WuXian’s wrist again and lifted his arm over his head so he could properly check on his armpit as if he was a doctor. Wei WuXian’s legs kicked adorably.
“HahahanGuang-Jun! Have mercy on your poor husband- hahaha! I’m all checked up now! Ahaha!”
"Okay," Lan WangJi said as his fingers travelled down to Wei WuXian's highest rib. "I will check your ribs right now."
Lan WangJi felt the corners of his mouth trembling as he tried to hold his smile to grow wider when he saw the way Wei WuXian's eyes widened; he tried to talk his way out of the situation, but his words quickly dissolved into loud laughter as soon as Lan WangJi's fingers made contact with every sensitive bone, vibrating and squeezing them, focusing on those that made Wei WuXian laugh the hardest.
He kept doing that for a while and then he moved to the other set of ribs at the other side of Wei WuXian's body, repeating the same treatment until he had Wei WuXian laughing nearly in hysterics and his other hand had joined the one pinned above his head.
"Looks like your ribs are in good state too," Lan WangJi declared solemnly and with a tiny nod of his head as he let his poor husband catch his breath, letting go of Wei WuXian's wrists. "Did you feel pain anywhere, Wei Ying?"
"No!" Wei WuXian squeaked out, giggling breathlessly as his ribs kept vibrating with residual tingles. "I- I dihihihidn't! I tohohold you I w-was not hurt!" He giggled, looking up at his husband with a bright smile and sparkling eyes. "Are- are you done, husband?"
Lan WangJi bit down his tongue and felt a funny sensation spreading across his chest, making his heart flutter. Wei WuXian was so beautiful, he could barely stand it!
"I am not sure. I do not know if I checked properly," he looked down at Wei WuXian's heaving stomach and the beautiful dips of his hips. "I still have many places to check…* Wei WuXian’s eyes widened when he saw where Lan WangJi was looking. His hands shot down to cover his stomach first, which Lan WangJi already suspected. So he grabbed a hold of both his hips and squeezed softly, his thumbs digging in and rubbing in circles.
“TAHAH!” Wei WuXian’s hands went from his stomach down to catch Lan WangJi’s hands on his hips. Lan WangJi’s hands went the other way, his stomach. He clawed a little, and Wei WuXian cackled again, his hands following immediately again. The funny routine continued for a little, making Lan WangJi chuckle. His husband was laughing too much to keep up with the speed of his own hands.
Stomach - hips - stomach - hips “Husbahahand! This isn’t fahahair! You are not even chehehecking!” Wei WuXian cried out after another failed attempt at catching and stopping those swift nimble fingers.
“Am I not?” Lan WangJi wondered aloud. No. He was not. At this point he was just tickling him.
“Eeehehehe I ahaham tirehed! T-tired!” Wei WuXian whined. Ahh. Admiring his husband’s cuteness, Lan WangJi slowed down.
“I apologize,” he said. Very slowly, he ceased the tickling and simply rested his hands against Wei WuXian’s hips while he caught his breath.
“Hee - hee. Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” Wei WuXian said with a disapproving tone in his voice, shaking his head as he continued to pant and wheeze.
“Mn?” Lan WangJi watched him fondly. Wei WuXian finally sighed, seemingly gathering his breath again and recovering.
“Such a sloppy job. You barely checked my entire body,” Wei WuXian teased and Lan WangJi blinked a couple of times before feeling his ears burning up.
"Shameless," he said, but he let out a huff through his nose which sounded like a little chuckle. "Well, I can still check Wei Ying up while he bathes," he said, his hands squeezing Wei WuXian's inner thighs, making him squeak, but also let out a little pleased sigh.
Wei WuXian smirked, his eyelids closing half way, "yeah? Checking where?"
Lan WangJi let his hands rub Wei WuXian's thighs. "Here. And here," he said, massaging Wei WuXian's crotch, making him arch his back a little. "And also here."
"Oh!" The soft sound surprised Lan WangJi and he quickly picked Wei WuXian off the bed and over his shoulder, smiling a little when he heard him shriek. "L-Lan Zhan! I c-can walk- ahahaha! Wahahait! Don't cheheheck thehehere!" He giggled out when he felt Lan WangJi's fingers squeezing and pinching his butt. "Sh-Shahahamelehehehess!"
Lan WangJi chuckled at that as he tugged at the rest of Wei WuXian's clothes, making him squeak again and giggle happily. Yes, maybe Lan WangJi was a little shameless if that meant he could have these kinds of moments with his dear Wei Ying.