[[[忘羡 | WangXian 1]] : The Second Kiss That Came Too Soon

[8.] The kiss.

- No, you idiot. You are not. – Wei Wuxian laughed again, this time more light-heartedly. – It is not a life-and-death situation, you understand that, right?!? Uhhh, and I will not want revenges...or... compensations... from you... - he smiled.

- Then... - the blushing boy dared not hope. – What will you...want...from me?  – he stuttered.

- Well, - Wei Wuxian grinned – I am pretty sure this was your first kiss too, Lan Zhan? – he impishly waved a finger at the now terrified Lan Wangji, who was shaking his head, dreading whatever was coming.

- What I suggest is....ummmm... a case in study, if you will? I have your confession, but I need proof too. Who knows, maybe you are covering for someone else  from your Clan, huh?  –  Wei Ying smirked, kneeling closer now. – So what I demand from you, Young Master Lan, is a second kiss, so that I can study and compa ---

It only took a split second for Lan Zhan to grab Wei Wuxian in his arms and merge their lips together. His face was on fire and he was kissing him as if their lives depended on it. It was like fever, a kind of insanity, acting on impulse – thinking about the consequences later, or never. He smelled the scent of grass, and soil and wine on Wei Wuxian's skin, breathing him in, needing to drink him, kissing him deeply.

Wei Ying was smitten off his feet so suddenly he  just relaxed into the kiss. He knew it was coming, but he had expected some bargaining on the part of the proud Lan Zhan. His mind went back to last night, when he was describing his first kiss to his Shijie, remembering the words he used – strong, powerful,  passionate, like being struck by a lightning... 

This second kiss was longer and he enjoyed it better. After the initial surprise, he slid his hands over Lan Zhan's back, reaching his shoulders, hugging him tightly. He could smell the faint whiff of soap and aromatic oils on Lan Zhan's body, and also the blood of the dead, and he now felt the softness of his skin, and his lips. 

The kiss started off wild, a little forced, and so passionate, but as Lan Zhan realized that Wei Wuxian was kissing him back, he slowed down and, opening his eyes, stared lovingly into the eyes of the one person most precious to him. Wei Ying was blushing, hot, as if burning up. They were holding each other so closely that they could feel each other's hearts pounding. 

He had never felt so turned on in his whole life. What did it mean?

Ahhh, that kiss stirred something deep inside him... Something that was waiting to be awoken... fully... soon...

Lan Zhan interrupted the kiss so that they both could catch their breath, and blurted out:

- I am sorry... I think I was a bit...too eager. Again...  –  he lowered his eyes, afraid to see Wei Wuxian's reaction.

- Lan Zhan... - Wei Ying leaned in, and rested his forehead on Lan Zhan's shoulder, panting heavily. – Lan Zhan, I really must say that... this second kiss...was way way... way  better than the first. – he smiled and grabbed the young boy's chin, turning his face up so that he could see it. – I think I will forgive you. No, actually, I have decided – I fully  forgive you, Second Young Master Lan! – he laughed.

Lan Zhan's face lit up, and he smiled back. He thought bitterly that he could not remember that last time he had smiled... but now he was happy. 

A rare, precious moment of happiness.