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He doesn't say anything else, he just continues towards the kitchen. He feels like he desperately wants a drink now. Lan Wangji still seems bent on completing his chores so Wei Wuxian is just going to continue the party on his own.

He doesn't even bother grabbing a glass as he fetches a bottle of wine, ready to drink it straight from the bottle as he sets to work finding a way to uncork it.

With a heavy sigh, it's going to take him about two hours to get chores done so he puts his feelings aside and ignores him just for a while, so that's why he didn't want to stay at the church for long.

He cleans, he checks the rabbits huddled in their hutch and it seems his brother has taken care of them, he then prepares and cooks dinner for the whole family while Wei Wuxian drinks away.

Part of him wondered if Wei Wuxian is the one he is willing to spend his life with. He has waited a lifetime for him. Over the months, the years, his feeling haven't changed at all. It kept burning even long after his death and it never stopped.

Once he's freed from his chores, dinner is ready and done, and by the time he finished his first glass, his thoughts freed up, he noticed the sun is setting and it's a nice orange, and he figured it's now the time.

"Wei Ying, come out to the garden with me. I will tell you. I need to tell you." He removes his apron and heads to the back door, wanting him to follow him outside. "Wei Ying, it's important."

He had intended to ignore him. The longer it took for him to do those chores, the more annoyed he became with everything. He had been ready to take another step forward and instead he was pushed aside for..what? For cleaning the house or feeding the animals? Maybe he was too slow in finally opening up his heart. This is what he deserves after all.

Well through the first bottle and contemplating a second when the man finally beckons him outside. He pushes himself up from the chair he had plopped himself in to drink his frustrations away in. He follows the man out but keeps his distance. He isn't sure what the man has to say but at least he is still sober enough to listen.

It falls on Wangji to take responsibility for the family. Not all of it, some, and to clear his thoughts, and remembering what Wei Ying said back at the church and reconnect their thoughts and feelings.

"It won't take long." Once he joined him outside to see the setting sun. He waited a few moments.

"Wei Ying, I waited a lifetime for you. I always think you're the person I wanted to marry and...I wanted to propose if that something we can do next year. You're more than a friend to me. I like it. I love you. I want to devote my whole life to you."

He smiles softly. "I'm sorry for making you wait, but I waited for you for many years. Lost you for 16. I never once believe in miracles, but you came back, I'm starting to believe again. I'm so happy that you came back to me with the same smile and heart because you never let anything get you down."

So turning to him, "So I love you. I love you a lot. I should it said it sooner, and I want to say it everyday like I mean it."

He looks at the man as he talks, watching him as he professes his love. The thought of marriage shocks him and he gets momentarily stuck on that even as he continues with the rest of what he has to say.

Some of that anger eases from his face to give way for surprise. Marriage feels like a heavy subject for him at the moment. Not after having all these uncertainties about what his future is going to be like. But the rest he can understand and accept.

"I'm not sure I'm ready to think about marriage yet, Lan Zhan but...I'm happy to share in your love. I believe I love you too"

He sets the bottle he was holding down and moves closer.

He felt a weight relieved from his chest and even though his face said nothing, it gives him the relief of telling him what he wanted from him.

"Mn. All right." Then softly, "We can discuss later." Seeing he's coming closer, his heart beats faster, eyes look hopeful. His emotions picking up from where they left off.

"Can we continue from what happened in the church? I know we're busy on most days, but I'm not busy now and...I have the night free."

"I'm off work tonight, Lan Zhan. You aren't going to get too many opportunities where that is the case and the house is empty." Better take advantage of that Lan Wangji. You are finally getting the green light from Wei Wuxian to do more then simply kiss.

He reaches out to tiptoe his fingers up Lan Wangji's chest teasingly.

Well, not empty. Brother is in the house. Rabbits too. Everybody else, they should be on their way back from work.

"Wei Ying, I want to be sure...if we're going to spend the night, that you'll be here tomorrow, the day after that, next weekend, end of the month..." Then his voice trails off, soft. "Everyday."

The flames of passion that flickers from their kiss at the church begin to spark as Wei Ying's ghost his touch over his chest. His breathing quickens.

"My room is empty." He takes his hand to kisses it, then lacing his fingers. "If you want. My bed is comfortable."

"Both beds are comfortable, Lan Zhan. But let's go to your room. And I can't promise that the world won't whisk us away at any moment. We have to just take each day as it comes."

Wei Wuxian won't make a promise he doesn't have any control over keeping. This place is too chaotic for that. But he will promise that he isn't going anywhere by choice.

Lan Wangji's heart is racing fast, even though he kept his expression calm. He truly wasn't expecting anything. So with a quiet nod, he leads him back to the house, and up the stairs to his room.

His room looks like the jingshi in his style similar to cloud recess. He opens the door for Wei Ying, and there's a bed, all white, soft, and puffy like a cloud.

Wei Wuxian is slightly nervous about this but he knows what he wants and this is it. It's the next step for them and although Lan Wangji has already thought well past to marriage, Wei Wuxian needs to chew on that for a bit longer. For now he wants to be able to enjoy their time together and let those feelings of love increase.

He walks into the room and towards the bed. He stops in front of and turns to face Lan Wangji with a smile. "You ready for this, Lan zhan?"

Lan Wangji closes the door, and that moment Wei Wuxian is close next to his bed, smiling at him Lan Wangji sat on the bed, and then he wrapped his arms around him, pouncing him and nestle his face between his shoulders and throat, wanting to feel the figure and shape of his body and his warmth, feeling the warmth and heat of his love for him.

"Mn. Wei Ying..." He hands roam over his back and stroking through his long hair. "I love you."

He laughs as he gets pounced and wraps his arms around the other man. "I love you too, Lan Zhan." It's still odd to him to realize that and say it out loud but he knows that it is true.

"Are you sure you are ready for this?" He's mostly teasing since he knows that he's been waiting for this moment for quite some time.

"I'm ready when you are and I want you more than anyone. I love you the most in this world and back home in our worlds." Who knows how many worlds out there?

He hugs him tight as he nuzzles on his shoulders and lay a kiss on his cheek. The scent of cool sandalwood on his robes. Gentle and slow touches, feeling calm.

He looks into his eyes and he smiles, "What should we do first? Take off our robes?"

He laughs at the suggestion, "Pretty sure that is generally how you are supposed to start these kinds of things. I don't think we will get very far with our clothes on."

His fingers come around to tug teasingly at the man's clothes, undoing ties slowly.

"No, we don't." That laugh sends a thrill of heat, making his heart race. In the meanwhile, Lan Wangji, curious, tentative, and slow reaches to undo his sash, give it a tug, and unravels it loosely. The robes loosen to see his bare shoulder and chest, that even the sight of that made him excited.

"Are you sure you wanted this?" Lan Wangji's skin is smooth and pale like the snow fallen in gusu city. "I had my regrets when I'm not by your side."

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure, Lan Zhan." He pushes those robes off Lan Wangji's shoulders. He doesn't want there to be any more regrets. Not for either of them.

He shifts so that he can stand up, pulling off his upper layers so that they can drop to the floor. This is easily followed by the red under shirt that he adds to the pile, leaving only the pants on his body.

One by one, Lan Wangji removes more layers of his robes, his inner shirt, and adds to the pile. The more he strips, the more he felt lighter and bare and is now quite naked. He shivered to the cold, but he's anticipating that he will feel warmer soon.

"Wei Ying, your pants. Remove." He tugs at the hem of his pants, teasing, wanting to unzip his fly, and pulls it off him, but not quiet yet.

He reaches down and pushes the waistband of his pants down slowly over his hips, eventually revealing himself to the other man. Once low enough he releases them to fall the rest of the way to the floor, stepping out of them and nudging them away to join the rest of the clothing pile.

"Do you like what you see, Lan Zhan?"

Wei Wuxian has no shame about standing completely naked before the other man. Moving close to stand right in front of him.

Lan Wangji eyes were on him, drinking in the sight of him. There's a slow rush of blood pumping through his veins as he felt a tingle of heat to his cock. He's very handsome, lean, slender, muscular strong and his skin pale.

"Like? I love Wei Ying. I want to see more." He murmured and reaching out to him, wanting to touch over his smooth skin and feel him.

"Shall we start? I can touch you?"

He steps forward and drapes his arms lazily over Lan Wangji's shoulders. "Go ahead and touch all you want Lan Zhan."

There is no holding back for either of them now. Time to let their passions soar and let their feelings show. He leans down and presses his lips against Lan Wangji's kissing him gently.

His breath hitches and quickens, his usual stoic expression drops, revealing a warmer expression. His hands roam over the figure of his body, for the skin to skin contact.

How he longs for this. His hands nearly tremble as he feels him, finding him real. Slowly, his passion unraveled. Growing warmer.

The kiss is gentle. He closes his eyes and leans forward, seeking more of those soft lips. He tilts his head, kisses back, and kisses more, demanding as he brings Wei Wuxian to the bed to kiss him properly.

He lets Lan Wangji drag him onto the bed and lets the kiss intensify. He opens his mouth and beckons Lan Wangji's tongue in with his own. He wants to drown in the taste of the other man as he wraps himself around him.

He didn't realize how much he wanted this until that moment when he finally loses himself in Lan Wangji's embrace and the feeling of his kisses.

At the invitation, he moans softly, opening his mouth tentatively to curl his tongue around his. Not accustomed to kiss him like that other than chaste kisses. It's warm, and he tasted like the fine wine he drinks.

The warmth and heat of the kiss spark his desire and all ever wanted is to feel him. His hands roam over his body to feel him. He can't help but to smile softly against his lips into the kiss, dazed and in love.

"Wei Ying, this is real? It feels good."

"Of course it is real, Lan Zhan." He dives back into the kiss, enjoying that intensity as his own hand traces along the scars he can feel on the man's back. Those marks that are his fault and that he endured because of Wei Wuxian. A sign of the man's heart even though he has been blind to it.

But he forgets all of that now that he is in his embrace and those hands are mapping his body.

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