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“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying’s tone was a mix of plaintive and frustrated, “If you keep that up and I’m never going to be able to finish and you will just have to go have breakfast with Xichen-ge with a half-shaved face. Or worse I will nick my beautiful husband’s face.” He was much more worried about the latter, despite the fact that it would be healed within a few hours.
It was quite early in the morning, not to long after five in the morning, and Wei Ying had chosen this morning to get up and help his husband get ready for the day. He didn’t do it often, just to save his brother-in-law some embarrassment. Lan Zhan didn’t need or want to embarrass his older brother by showing up for breakfast with is freshly fucked face on every day.
Lan Zhan sat on the bed with Wei Ying sitting on his lap, the latter had his legs wrapped around his husband, while the former was supposed to be keeping his hands to himself, or at least resting on Wei Ying’s hips.
Wei Ying had been trying to finish shaving his husband, but every time he brought the shaving knife up to scrape it down Lan Zhan’s oiled face, the latter would choose that moment to drift his fingers down Wei Ying’s back, or gently pinch is waist, or like the last time tweak his nipple. This is what Wei Ying got for not tying up his robe before starting the task.
At Lan Zhan’s subtle nod and with his husband’s hands once more where they were supposed to be, Wei Ying brought the shaving knife up and continued to drag it down and then scrape it up to remove the hair from his husband’s face, chin and neck.
Don’t get him wrong, he loved feeling the days’ worth of face stubble against his bare skin, especially when it was rubbed against his sensitive skin when his husband was deep inside of him. The downside was that if Lan Zhan went one day to long without shaving he started to look to much like his uncle. Wei Ying could not, would not have that. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make. Thankfully for Wei Ying his new body didn’t grow facial hair that fast, or thick. He could go days without worrying about shaving.
“You have those trade talks today, right?” Wei Ying asked as he gently adjusted the position of his husband’s head so he could get under his chin. “I don’t have to be there, do I? I promised the juniors I would help them with the lightening talisman today.” He wiped the blade off on a cloth and reached for more oil to apply to his husband’s face.
“No. It’s just a contract signing today. More a formality than a meeting.” Lan Zhan answered, trying to calm his heart as his husband caressed his face with more oil. He had little restraint on mornings when his husband decided to spoil him like this, and he found his hands roaming upward to Wei Ying’s waist to pull him forward.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying was affectionate in his scolding, “Your hands.” He stuck his bottom lip out in a cute pout, only to have Lan Zhan cup his cheek and brush a callused thumb across it. In retaliation Wei Ying opened his mouth and sucked the offending thumb in and gave it a gentle bite. He knew his mistake immediately when he saw his husband’s pupils dilate and his face darken with lust. It was a good mistake at least. he thought as the knife was taken from his hand, set safely aside, and he was pulled against his husband and was most thoroughly kissed, the invasion of Lan Zhan’s tongue welcome as their mouths moved against each other.
It wasn’t long before they were both once more naked and moving against each other in the most pleasurable ways possible.
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While their pleasure of each other was hurried, it was no less passionate and left Wei Ying feeling once more sleepy and content. He laid against his husband’s chest enjoying a few last moments of cuddling before Lan Zhan had to get up and finish getting ready for his day of meetings. “Are you sure you have to go to all those meetings? Wouldn’t you rather stay here and play with me and A’Xiao?”
Lan Zhan kissed his Wei Ying on the forehead “Mn.” Was his reply and then he kissed Wei Ying tenderly on the lips before getting up and going to get a damp cloth so he could clean up his husband before taking the time to clean himself up, finish shaving and getting dressed.
As Lan Zhan went about those tasks Wei Ying watched him, occasionally starting to slip into sleep before he caught himself. He wanted to watch his beautiful husband as long as he could, heavy eyelids be damned.
“Wei Ying?” the soft call of his name pulled him out of his sleep and he looked up with a sleepy smile at Lan Zhan, who was cradling their baby girl in his arms. The baby was a heavy sleeper and didn’t protest or stir when she was handed into the waiting arms of Wei Ying.
“Our little A’Xiao is such a good sleeper.” Wei Ying cooed as he settled the infant stomach down on his chest and began to pat her gently on the back. He looked up at his husband and his heart skipped and soared at the loving affection he saw in Lan Zhan’s face.
Lan Zhan leaned over to give his two precious people a kiss on the head “Love you both.” He whispered to them.
Wei Ying captured his hand and brought it to his lips and kissed the tips of the calloused fingers “We love you.” A’Xiao was still a few months from speaking, though she had already started making sounds that sounded like words. Until she could say it herself, Wei Ying would say it for her. He held the hand to his cheek for a moment before freeing it so Lan Zhan could go. He didn’t fall back to sleep until he heard the jingshi door slide gently shut.