Kiss Prompt: 'drunk’ kiss
My darling, I have written you a thing! Please consider this one a slightly belated PhD present ;)
Disclaimer: I have read Mo Dao Zu Shi, and as such, I feel compelled to point out that all drunken kissing in this is done with explicit CONSENT, in case anyone was worried.
The chirping of cicadas is the only sound that can be heard through the open window of the jingshi. Wei Wuxian’s senses are all pleasantly dull, his vision blurred around the corners, focused only on the figure in white sitting across from him. He’s pretty sure Lan Zhan hasn’t touched the Emperor’s Smile, but his face is flushed and dewy, and his eyes look like two dark pools that Wei Wuxian wants to dive into and never come out of again.
“Lan Zhan,” he tips forward gently, “are you drunk?”
He’s very well familiar now with what a smile looks like on Hanguang-Jun’s face even when it isn’t evident from the curvature of his lips. His eyes crinkle and shine like stars.
“I’m not either,” he lies. Lan Zhan raises a solitary eyebrow, entirely unconvinced. “All right, all right, I am drunk. But I’m lucid. See?”
Lan Zhan raises both his eyebrows. “I… see,” he says, and it’s about as mocking as Wei Wuxian has ever heard him sound.
“I’m not altered!” Wei Wuxian protests.
“Mmhm,” Lan Zhan hums, and that’s about the top of assholery for Hanguang-Jun here. Wei Wuxian is very familiar with the entire cornucopia of “Mns” and “Hms” in his repertoire. That one was just downright offensive. He should punish Lan Zhan for that “Mmhm.” When he’s sober and can think rationally.
“Anyways, the point is, you should kiss me,” he says. So much for punishment. “Since you’re not drunk. And I’m freely available.”
Lan Zhan sucks his lower lip in, biting it between his own teeth, and that’s not fair because if anyone should be sucking and biting that lip, it should be him, Wei Wuxian.
“Ridiculous,” Lan Zhan mutters under his breath and moves closer. He takes Wei Wuxian’s hand and places it into his own lap, petting it gently as if it were one of his fluffy white rabbits.
“Are you worried once you kiss me, you won’t be able to stop? And that your Uncle will hear us and descend into a rage-induced coma?” Wei Wuxian grins and gently squeezes the thigh his hand is resting upon.
“The thought has occurred,” Lan Zhan says with a sombre nod. The smile is much more apparent on his face now. Wei Wuxian wants to kiss the soft dimples in the corners of his mouth. He wants to trace the bow of his lip with the tip of his own tongue and taste the tannins from the tea upon his breath.
“You’re so beautiful, Hanguang-Jun,” Wei Wuxian says with a wistful sigh. “And every moment you’re not kissing me feels like the three months I spent in the Burial Mounds after Wen Chao threw me down there.”
The look of concern that comes over Lan Zhan’s face is so profound that Wei Wuxian wants to slap himself. “Wei Ying,” he says with a dozen of different emotions imbued into two syllables.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” he tries to backpedal. “I told you I was drunk.” His hand rises and caresses the side of Lan Zhan’s face. “I only wanted to kiss you, not to remind you of things better left forgotten.”
“I never forget,” Lan Zhan whispers, his face leaning into the touch of Wei Wuxian’s hand. “I would never forget.”
That’s quite a bit of words for Hanguang-Jun, and Wei Wuxian pulls gently with his hand, luring him in, fingers tugging at the thick hair at the nape of his neck. “I’ll be quiet,” he promises. And he knows, deep down, that may not be a promise he can keep, but he feels so warm and happy, and he needs to feel Lan Zhan’s mouth press against his own. He’s like a man dying of thirst in the desert, and Lan Zhan’s lips are the oasis.
When Lan Zhan’s arm wraps around his lower back to pull him against his body, it is as if a dam bursts inside Wei Wuxian. Their mouths land on top of each other, at first clumsily, then slot in comfortably for a slow and careful exploration. Surprising no one, least of all himself, Wei Wuxian feels a moan escaping him, even as its stifled by Lan Zhan’s kiss. His head is spinning from the Emperor’s Smile and from the feel of Lan Zhan’s tongue exploring his mouth, his lips, his very teeth. He’s drunk from the feel of Lan Zhan’s fingers in his hair. From the way Lan Zhan whispers his name into his mouth as if it were a mantra, “Wei Ying, Wei Ying, Wei Ying.” Wei Wuxian never knew where he had been for those sixteen years. They had been nothing but a fevered dream to him. But to Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan who lived through every single day, Lan Zhan who remembers everything, who will never forget, the fevered dream had been a prolonged nightmare. And Wei Wuxian wants to kiss every painful memory away, until nothing is left but ashes of ashes, buried in the untenable past.
“Take me to bed,” he begs, face buried in the warm crook of Lan Zhan’s gorgeous, long neck, while his teeth worry the tender skin there.
“Tonight, not tomorrow. I’m fine,” Wei Wuxian insists, even as his vision begins to spin.
“I know,” Lan Zhan says in that soothing, patient tone and with his arms still around Wei Wuxian, who is not fooled, and knows Lan Zhan doesn’t believe his lies about being totally fine. He’s heard enough of them for one lifetime, after all. “Tomorrow,” he says again. “I promise.”
Tomorrow then, it is a promise. And that will have to be good enough for tonight.
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