[[忘羡 | WangXian 3]] : Our Flesh And Bones

[25.] Birthday mess.

And soon the day came, and it came with a full moon. 

Bai Li was absolutely sure that there will be problems, and she blamed the upcoming madness of the moon for it. Wei Wuxian was sitting on a bench, observing all the commotion in his honor, his arms crossed on his chest and grinning. He was up early, he could hardly sleep. Now he squinted his eyes as Lan Zhan approached and bent down to kiss him.

- Happy birthday, my love. As you see, I have not  forgotten.

Wei Ying smiled in his neck, pulling him down, and as Hanguang-Jun fell to his knees in front of him, he pulled him in for a fuller kiss, saying nothing but hugging him tight.

- What about my present, Lan Zhan? Do you have one for me? – he grinned, panting.

- Mmmm. We'll see. Tonight.

- Oh? – Wei Ying blushed and his face was beaming. – Ummm... well, you know what I want....right?

- No. What do you want, sweetheart?  –  Lan Wangji asked innocently.

Wei Ying bit his lip, and sighed deeply, longing, his heart beating faster once again, and he murmured in his husband's hair, his hands sliding down his back and squeezing Hanguang-Jun's buttocks through the robe:

- I want you. Deep.

He felt Lan Zhan breathing get quick and shallow, his heart pumping like crazy, and he knew. His lover could take him right here, right now. He licked his ear gently and breathed in his neck:

- Are you hard? Do you want me?

- Yes. Yes... – Lan Zhan gasped. – Always. Constantly. It is torture.

- Tonight... - Wei Ying murmured. – Tonight you will show me... you will show me how much you love me... Just how much, Hanguang-Jun... Just how much, my love... 

Lan Zhan felt he was falling. He desperately wanted to be closer, to be touching, kissing. The hot breath of his beloved on his neck and his mouth was making him weak, and his hands still grabbing his ass and pulling him slightly towards himself were driving him insane – he barely controlled himself, breathing shakily. They stared in each other's eyes, hardly blinking, all flushed and aroused.

- Papa!

Lan Sizhui's voice made them finally let go of each other, and Lan Zhan got up again, trying to calm his breathing.

- Happy birthday, Papa! – he leaned in to hug Wei Ying, all smiles and happy laughter. - Wait until you see my present! – he exclaimed, excited.

- Ha! Let's see, my love! – he smiled gently. – We were just discussing your father's gift, hmmm.

- Do I want to know? - Lan Sizhui raised an eyebrow.

Lan Zhan shook his head and Wei Wuxian laughed out loud.

- Uh, I see. You two are awful. Awful! – he scoffed, but still, handed over a slim package to Wei Ying, beaming. – I do hope you like it!

Wei Wuxian placed it carefully on his lap and started unpacking. Soon he exclaimed:

- Oh! Oh, A-Yuan...

He was holding an absolute replica of Chen Qing, up to the red tassel. Only this one was as white as milk. Wei Wuxian got up on his feet and hugged Lan Sizhui tight.

- You are a good boy. And you are a good son, Wen Yuan.

- I love you so much, Father! – the young man was sobbing. He knew what this all meant for Wei Wuxian. He put a lot of effort to get the flute done by the best craftsmen. – You can name it however you wish... I hope it's a new start... I hope you are happy when you play it... I hope you think of me when you do....

- Oh, my love! – Wei Ying pressed him to his chest. – How can I not? I miss you all the time. You are my joy, A-Yuan!

When they let go of each other, Lan Sizhui just hugged Lan Wangji and rested his head on his shoulder. They were watching Wei Wuxian try the sound of the flute immediately, nodding his head, satisfied.

- Hmm, I suck with names, but... I think I will name this one "Chóng Shēng", "New Life". – he smiled at Lan Zhan and saw a gentle smile on his lips too. 

It was perfect.