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

[28.] Nothing's changed.

This sentence seemed to trigger old, repressed emotions because suddenly Lan Zhan was holding his face in his hands, his lips were parted and  he was breathing heavily;  he was looking at him with burning eyes and such utter seriousness and desire that Wei Ying wanted to cry.

- You are here, aren't you?  -  Lan Zhan breathed.  -  I'm not just dreaming of you?

Wei Ying could only nod.

- You are really here, within my grasp, aren't you?  –  Lan Zhan gnashed his teeth.  –  I am not dreaming this. You are real?

Wei Ying nodded, tears rolling down his face and into Lan Zhan's palms. He let go of him and foolishly stared at the drops of clear water cradled in his hands, mesmerized.

- I remember your tears. And I remember your smile.  They were mine. I remember the taste of your skin, and I remember the sound of your breathing. And you?  Do you...?

Wei Ying leaned in and nodded. He remembered Lan Zhan and his tenderness all too well.

- Nothing has changed for me. I still love you, and I still need you,  Lan Zhan. –  he whispered, breathless.

Lan Wangji gave out a little sigh.

- I cannot possibly be so lucky. -  he shook his head in disbelief.  -  All my life I have been all but out of luck. Do you want me to believe now that the most beautiful boy in the world is in love with me?  –  Lan Zhan said coarsely.

- Yes. Yes. I am definitely not the most beautiful, but you are,  Lan Zhan...

Wei Ying leaned in closer and his lips touched Lan Zhan's gently and carefully. He was afraid to do anything more brusque, although all his being was screaming for him to touch him, to hold him, to rip his clothes apart and kiss him all  over. He was shivering badly as their lips connected, and he just waited for a reaction, not daring to move, or breathe.

How could he ever doubt. Lan Zhan was still Lan Zhan. His Lan Zhan.

He immediately pulled Wei Ying in, pressing him against his own body so hard that it left them both out of breath, and they were panting and kissing each other ferociously, greedily, urgently, teeth accidentally clashing and tongues pushing further down, in anticipation of better and more obscene pleasures. Wei Ying thought that Lan Zhan could kill him just by taking his breath away. And at that particular moment  -  he wouldn't mind.

Lan Zhan was ready to start undressing him, desperate and yearning, and  -  with what felt as almost  physical pain  -  Wei Ying had to try to stop him. 

He begged:

- Please... Lan Zhan... please...  -  he panted. – Someone might come in... please... Your brother might come in any moment...now... -  he was gasping for breath as his lover never stopped kissing him, even as he spoke.

- I want you...  -  he growled.  –  I want you so bad it hurts, Wei Ying...

- I know... Trust me, I know so well.... – he moaned into the next kiss as Lan Zhan's hand was now between his legs and stroking his hard-on. – My love, my only love... we have to stop... -  he whimpered, as the ecstasy was so overwhelming he had to put everything he had into stopping Lan Zhan in this moment.

Lan Zhan was lost, sinking in his burning, in his desire.

- Ahh,  my only love... Those words.. those words... you have no idea what  monstrous  power you have over me, Wei Ying... -  Lan Zhan  cried.

The Lan boy was fighting for his breath, his face buried in Wei Wuxian's chest; he was trying hard to put out this wild fire burning deep at his very core.

Finally, he managed to pull himself away and rolled to the side, and there they were, lying on their backs on the floor, panting like they had just run a 10-kilometer stretch each.

- Well, this sucks. –  Wei Ying puffed in a couple of minutes.

- Yes. –  Lan Zhan huffed in reply.

Then they both laughed out loud, not knowing that at this precise moment Lan Xichen just approached the door to Lan Zhan's room to check on them, but hearing their burst of laughter, he decided against entering. 

Zewu-Jun nodded contently, and congratulated himself for the good decision. He really could not remember the last time he had heard Lan Wangji laugh. 

His brother was in good hands, he was sure of it.