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Who: Lan Wangji and Everyone and Anyone
What: Lan Wangji is has the flu and is pretending he does not have the flu as he's never actually been sick before due to being a super boss wizard back home. He is not amused.
When: Timed for March 8th
Where: around Asgard
Warnings: Ridiculous behavior from a grown man.

Lan Wangji has seen the healer in Asgard once, on his first day, and only under duress. He'd had an open wound and it was festering and in his relief to find Wei Wuxian alive and well he likely would have agreed to anything. There have been trips afterwards but related to Wei Wuxian's own injuries but that is where Lan Wangji has drawn the line. The Lan Sect does not fall ill to common ailments. Sickness of the body (separate from one's magic) is weak and a failure on the part of the cultivator. He cannot help still feel this way.

But he threw up in an alleyway and isn't certain where he is, so he may need to find a better place to hide his newfound failure.

He'd thought exercise and fresh air would help. He thinks. His memory is muddled and he is strangely sweaty despite the cool weather. Meditation had proven fruitless so this is surely the right recourse but he had overestimated his endurance. He's uncertain he's properly managed to do his hair but he knows his ribbon is in place as it is the only spot on his forehead that is currently cool. He must get home. This was a mistake. Wei Ying will find him and fuss at him and make him visit the healer. He turns, trying to gauge through sore, bleary eyes where he is when he finds himself sitting down suddenly on the ground. He is unsure why his legs have done this, why they have betrayed him. He hates them.

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"Mm," Lan Zhan hums, eyes fluttering shut as he tries to decide if the cloth or Wei Ying's hand is more soothing. He does not want it to stop and grabs at his wrist, wanting Wei Ying's fingers in his hair. He wants Wei Ying, wants him close.

He tries to scoot over closer to the edge, tugging Wei Ying's arm as he goes.

"Get the book," he mutters. "Book then here with me. Want to know what Wei Ying would like."

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian admonishes, both fond and a little overwhelmed by the idea that even this ill, Lan Zhan wants to find new ways to make him feel good. He won't leave it, either, so Wei Wuxian gets the book and crawls into bed with him.

He pulls Lan Zhan's sheets towards his chin and draws his own knees up, resting the book against them. "Are there pictures?"

"I saw diagrams," he admits, shuffling and squirming until his head is resting against Wei Ying's side. He can feels his face burning just thinking about the diagrams, beyond the fever.

"They are...explicit. Thought Wei Ying might be less shocked by them. Explicit but instructional."

In truth, Lan Zhan had dropped the book out of shock at some of the positions and hadn't had the courage to look at it, again. But he thinks Wei Ying might enjoy something of this nature rather than the more dry text of Lan Zhan's other books.

"I don't think it could shock me," says Wei Wuxian. "I've seen lots of Nie Huisang's books, though those were all men and women." He opens the book curiously, his eyes widening when the random page he's flipped to show a man lifting another by his legs like a plough and driving into him.

"This is too exhausting for one's shoulders," he muses.

Lan Zhan peeks over, ears burning as he rests his head on Wei Ying's shoulder and mutters.

"Not for my shoulders."

He is not certain if such a position would feel nice for the person on the receiving end but he could do it, if Wei Ying wanted such a thing.

He skims the page with aching eyes, too stubborn to simply rest. There is one where one man is standing, the other pressed against a wall with legs wrapped around his waist. They are pressed as close together as possible, facing each other. It seems, it seems desperate in a way. Perhaps they could not wait to get to a bed. Perhaps they had to make do but still wanted to do it in a way they could be close.

He lets a finger skim over the drawing, not brave enough to voice any of it.

"I meant for the man balanced on his hands," Wei Wuxian replies, not for one moment thinking that the positions might be reversed. So far, Lan Zhan hasn't been terribly receptive towards receiving in many ways, and for once Wei Wuxian hasn't pushed. He does actually know how to approach something delicately, it's just that he usually chooses not to.

He follows the path Lan Zhan makes with his finger and announces, "I like this one. Perfect for you and your impressive shoulders."

"Does," he finally starts, hand dropping back down to curl in Wei Ying's robes. "Does Wei Ying actually want to do such an act?" he asks, frowning as that is not how he wanted to say it. Even with a tongue loosened by illness, he is no good at expressing such things.

"I make lists of wants. I discover things and do them to you. I think I take too much. Take what I want. Do you want me inside you?"

Wei Wuxian feels a flush creep over his cheeks, one of only a handful in his life. It isn't that he's ashamed of what he wants - it's that he wants it so much, it might startle even Lan Zhan and his surprising appetite.

"You don't take too much. I like that you want me so much. And I think of what you did with your fingers all the time," he admits quietly. "And if it was you fully inside of me, and we both felt so good at the same time...I think that would be very nice," he finishes in a rush.

His fingers twitch, clutching at Wei Ying as he lets out a steady, relieved breath. He's been so afraid that Wei Ying, aside from any pleasure the acts may have brought, has not desired them for himself, simply for Lan Zhan.

He's read book after book but none of them can tell him how much desire is normal. He cannot tell what is allowed after a lifetime of being told the answer is nothing at all.

"Feeling good at the same time is easiest for me," he murmurs, knowing Wei Ying is fully aware but feeling the need to explain himself, nonetheless. "It feels allowed. Making Wei Ying feel good feels allowed. Simply feeling good, receiving pleasure does not feel allowed."

"It is," says Wei Wuxian, not for the first time. These ideas have been ingrained in Lan Zhan since birth, but they can be uprooted. It will take time, that's all. "You feeling pleasure brings me pleasure. But I know it is very hard."

He collects Lan Zhan's hand from the mattress to thread their fingers together. "I think that you will get there, Lan Zhan."