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Lan Wangji stirs, squinting as light filters through the large floor to ceiling windows to his left. The heavy velvet curtains have been pulled open, letting light into the room and bathing everything in the sweet, golden glow of a spring morning. As he glances over to the window, eyes still adjusting to the brightness of the mid-morning, He sees a familiar figure silhouetted against the light.
It’s rare that Wei Wuxian is up before him, even rarer that Lan Wangji allows himself to sleep in to the scandalously late (for a Lan) hour of 8AM, but it’s always a treat to watch when it all lines up. Turning on his side towards the window, he watches as Wei Wuxian slips on his chemise, the fine but sturdy linen of the undershirt hiding Wei Wuxian’s lithe figure subtly shadowing through the fabric as the morning light shines through the cloth and defines the outline of the torso underneath.
As Wei Wuxian pulls his long hair out from underneath his chemise, Lan Wangji catches the sight of love bites littered around the skin of Wei Wuxian’s neck and collarbones, just barely peeking from the collar of the chemise before Wei Wuxian has a chance to fasten the three buttons and hide the evidence of their passion away from the world like a secret between them only. At the angle Lan Wangji is watching, he also catches a sight of the nape of Wei Wuxian’s neck—of the creamy, unblemished skin and the short, fine hairs too short for his usual ponytail that stubbornly love to cling to Wei Wuxian’s neck when he sweats. Lan Wangji feels his lips tingle with the urge to kiss that oh so delicate skin, to feel and hear his husband shiver under his feather light touches.
He watches as Wei Wuxian reaches for black silk stockings, the linen chemise just short enough to hide anything improper, since Wei Wuxian seems to have gotten straight out of bed and just not bothered to put on under breeches. Lan Wangji’s mouth goes just slightly dryer as Wei Wuxian puts his foot on the nearby chair and slips one stocking on, chemise riding up just enough to show off the blooms of purple and red that Lan Wangji so kindly left all over his inner thighs the previous night. He watches, enraptured by every movement as the silk stocking slips over unblemished skin, hiding it from view. Just above the knee, Wei Wuxian ties off a blue and white embroidered silk ribbon (one of two, gifts from Lan Wangji )as a garter. Lan Wangji swallows, fingers gripping the fine cotton of their bedsheets ever so slightly as he watches Wei Wuxian get ready for the day.
Wei Wuxian does the same for the other leg, showing off more marks in the process. He doesn’t seem to notice Lan Wangji is awake, humming softly to himself as he gets ready. His voice is so soft Lan Wangji barely hears it, a soft tune in the morning breeze almost drowned out by the birds chirping near their window. He watches as Wei Wuxian slips on his underwear, then his breeches over that—a fine black wool that emphasizes his best...assets (Lan Wangji feels his ears burn a little at that). He slips on some red suspenders, another gift from Lan Wangji. The red fabric brings a pop of color to the otherwise monochrome layers he has on.
Over the chemise and the suspenders, he slips on a red silk waistcoat—absolutely scandalous for the time of day, but Wei Wuxian has never been someone to follow all the rules (Lan Wangji loves that about him). With deft fingers, he fastens the buttons, still humming. Reaching for the red ribbon on the table, Wei Wuxian gathers his unruly hair (giving Lan Wangji another flash of his nape in the process) and ties it off into a relatively neat ponytail; or at least as neat as it will get with the way Wei Wuxian’s hair seems to have a mind of its own, waving and curling in seemingly random directions that seem to come together in a seemingly impossible and cohesively neat wave. The red ribbon compliments the waistcoat perfectly, falling in a beautiful contrast against Wei Wuxian’s black hair.
Lan Wangji watches as Wei Wuxian slips into his shoes, then shrugs on a black tailcoat, fiddling with the cuffs and doing up the buttons. Sometimes, he asks Lan Wangji to help him do the cuffs up so Wei Wuxian has an excuse to have Lan Wangji touch him, but there’s no such chore today (not that it would ever be one to Lan Wangji, who thrives on touching Wei Wuxian as much as is socially acceptable).
He watches as Wei Wuxian fixes and perfects their appearance in the mirror, smiling to himself and nodding. He can hear Wei Wuxian mutter “oh those stuffy Jins are going to have an absolute fit when they see me in this when Lan Zhan and I promenade today.” and Lan Wangji has to bite down a quiet huff. Jin Zixuan would have a conniption seeing Wei Wuxian dressed in such a scandalous amount of red during the daytime. Wei Wuxian reaches for some cream colored gloves and slips them on, turning to face the bed and grinning when he sees Lan Wangji is awake and watching him.
“Lan Zhan! good morning my love! You slept in today, how are you feeling?”
Lan Wangji sits up, taking Wei Wuxian’s offered hand and using it to steady himself as he slips out of bed. He hums as Wei Wuxian gives him a tender kiss and undoes the blue ribbon Lan Wangji wears in his hair to sleep, running his hands through and gently combing out the tangles with his fingers. “Good morning, Wei Ying” Lan Wangji sighs, eyes falling closed as Wei Wuxian massages his scalp. He allows Wei Wuxian to lead him to the chair, sitting him down and meticulously brushing Lan Wangji’s hair with the silver hairbrush they keep on the vanity along with their hair oils and assorted toiletries. Lan Wangji allows his eyes to close once more, feeling Wei Wuxian brush with long, fluid strokes as he counts to 100 under his breath to make sure Lan Wangji has no knots in his hair.
Lan Wangji allows himself to be led around and manipulated bodily by his husband as Wei Wuxan helps him get dressed, helping him change into a fresh chemise and undergarments, helping slip on stockings and breeches, even kneeling to tie on the red silk ribbons Lan Wangji uses as garters. Lan Wangji cannot help but smile down at his husband, bursting at the seams with love for the man. Truly, Lan Wangji is the luckiest man in the world to have such a wonderful man as his own. He watches Wei Wuxian turn pink, color blooming delicately on his cheeks as he stops trying to pull Lan Wangji’s boot on to cover his eyes with one hand. Ah, he must have voiced his thoughts out loud on accident.
“Lan Zhaaaaaaaan,” Wei Wuxian groans, shoulders shaking in happiness even as the redness in his cheeks deepens to match his waistcoat “Lan Zhan you have to warn me! I can’t possibly take this absolute onslaught so early in the morning! have mercy on your poor husband!”
Lan Wangji hums in amusement, knowing he will most definitely not be taking any mercy on Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian stands and shoves him playfully as a result.
“You fiend! You absolute brute! What would the rest of the world say if they found out the esteemed lord Lan Wangji was nothing but a cruel bully who mercilessly gave his husband heart palpitations every single day! Why, you would be ruined! the world would know just how shameless you truly are!” There is no true bite to Wei Wuxian’s words, and Lan Wangji knows he enjoys teasing Lan Wangji as much as Lan Wangji enjoys teasing Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji hums once more as Wei Wuxian helps him slip into a cream colored silk brocade waistcoat, giving just enough contrast to his white breeches and stockings, and standing perfectly still as Wei Wuxian does up the buttons and then neatly ties his powder blue cravat, tucking it into the chemise neatly.
“My reputation in exchange for the world knowing the extent of my love for you would be well worth it.” he says, taking Wei Wuxian’s gloved hand in his. “I would do it over and over without fail if it meant everyone knew just how much I love you.” Lan Wangji watches with a deep, burning satisfaction as Wei Wuxian splutters and attempts to hide his face, muttering about how Lan Wangji needs to warn him! Warn!! Lan Wangji just hums and closes his eyes, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He feels playful, mischievous even.“Warning.”
A shriek. “Lan Zhan, you fiend!!!”
Lan Zhan huffs out a quiet laugh and undoes the small red buttons on the inside of Wei Wuxian’s glove. Reverently, he gently pulls at each individual finger, just enough to pull the glove off halfway and reveal Wei Wuxian’s wrist and some of his palm. Leaning down, he brings Wei Wuxian’s wrist to his lips, reveling in the sharp intake of breath he hears. Lan Wangji leaves a soft kiss right at the pulse point, where the green-blue vein shines ever so slightly through translucent, delicate skin then glances up at his husband—Wei Wuxian’s eyes are wonderfully dark with promise. He knows his own eyes convey the depth of his passion along with his actions where his words fail him.
“Wei Ying,” he mutters, lips brushing against the skin as he speaks. “Wei Ying,” he whispers, leaving kiss after kiss wherever he sees skin. Lan Wangji pulls the glove off entirely and begins kissing every knuckle, every finger, every single inch of skin he can reach, determined to leave no skin unkissed. He can practically hear the steam coming from Wei Wuxian’s ears, hissing like a kettle with embarrassment as he goes impossibly red, so close to being overwhelmed entirely by Lan Wangji.
Lan Wangji begins to kiss up his arm, earning a choked sound from his husband as he slowly kisses his way up—light, feathery touches ghosting over fine fabric. He glances up once more and makes eye contact with Wei Wuxian, who is covering his mouth with the back of his free hand, face beet red as he nearly trembles with overwhelming embarrassment.
“L-Lan Zhan…” he chokes out, muffled by his hand. “Oh my god Lan Zhan...Lan Zhan you…” he whines and covers his face as much as possible with his hand. “Lan Zhan you’re killing your poor husband. You’re killing me. Are you satisfied? Are you happy being a sneaky little thief and running away with my heart?”
“Mn. Very happy.”
“ Lan Zhan!!!! ”
By the time they finish exchanging kiss after kiss, it’s 9am, and the warming rays of the sun make the room feel even cozier. Lan Wangji could stay here forever, with Wei Wuxian, just the two of them. Lan Wangji takes Wei Wuxian’s hands in his own and strokes the back of them with his thumbs, bursting with love for the man he has the privilege to call his husband. Lan Wangji wouldn’t trade these moments or their mornings for anything in the world.
Lan Wangji helps Wei Wuxian slip his glove back on, buttoning the little buttons with relative ease (“they’re so fiddly!” Wei Wuxian complains, making big eyes at Lan Wangji so he buttons them for him. Not that he needed to make the eyes in the first place.) Wei Wuxian then helps Lan Wangji into his white tailcoat, smoothing the little wrinkles in the shoulders. “My Lan Zhan is so handsome” Wei Wuxian grins, gathering Lan Wangji’s hair back into its usual side ponytail. He hands Lan Wangji his gloves (which Lan Wangji pretends to struggle with so Wei Wuxian will help him put them on—another excuse to touch his husband of course).
“Come on, let's go piss off some Jins on our promenade today” he laughs as he puts on his hat and hands Lan Wangji his own. Wei Wuxian threads their hands together, bringing them both up so he can kiss the back of Lan Wangji’s. Lan Wangji gives a comforting squeeze in return.
“Mn.”