Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

All That Glitters

They were walking around the outskirts of town, Lan Zhan holding Wei Ying's hand and Jiang Cheng in front of them.

It was after a night hunt and Wei Ying was metaphorically eating popcorn and occasionally refereeing between two established cultivators, one of whom was flexing his petty side and releasing his inner commentary.

Jiang Cheng was stewing.

"Where did you say your friend's restaurant was again?" Wei Ying let a little bit of a whine escape and smiled when Lan Zhan brought their joined hands up to kiss his side.

A fire was kindled immediately as silver flames erupted upon seeing those golden eyes smoulder with need.

"If you two would just pay attention, I'm sure we'd find it easily." Jiang Cheng threw them a sideways scowl.

"If Wei Ying is hungry, we can find somewhere else." Lan Zhan offered too readily, his shapely lips curved up in a knowing smile.

"I'm sooo hungry for something else…" Wei Ying shot him the naughtiest grin, and fluttered his eyelashes too, beaming when his beautiful husband tripped on air.

There were gagging noises coming from the man in front of them.

"I would not expect a single person to understand the language of love." Lan Zhan says, the glint of an incoming barb shining in his amber orbs.

"Yeah, Jiang Cheng! When you find the right person for you, I'm sure you'll have a hard time keeping your hands off them, too!" Wei Ying's face transformed into a stunning smile.

Lan Zhan was never prepared for it.

Wei Ying was so unconsciously captivating that whenever he flashed these visions of delight so nonchalantly, tossing them out as if they were nothing, that Lan Zhan was left feeling stupefied and utterly at his mercy. He was dazed and lightheaded, and it felt like falling in love all over again.

A light rosy blush dusted along his round cheeks, his silver starlight eyes hiding a galaxy of diamonds under thick, curved lashes…and then Wei Ying's cute little button nose…

Lan Zhan gave up and pulled him closer, swallowing his yelp of surprise with his own lips.

Kissing Wei Ying was an endless activity, something they could indulge in for hours on end.

They could lose themselves to this tranquil delight, which could at any moment, burst into a wildfire of temptation and passion.

Of course, then it became a race to see who could shed their clothes the fastest, and Lan Zhan only recently discovered how precise Bichen could be in helping them escalate their nightly adventures.

Zidian crackled dangerously close to them and Lan Zhan was tempted to use the silencing spell, just because the Jiang Sect Leader had been wearing on his nerves since they'd set out tonight.

Luckily, he was great at multitasking, and he chose to concentrate on the delight in his arms instead, and ignore the Purple Gripe.

Wei Ying moaned, his lovely lips all swollen with these kisses, his dexterous fingers tangled in Lan Zhan's hair, but then he yanked on the precious white headband and Lan Zhan growled, ready to throw him on the ground and ravage him.

"If you guys could just fucking concentrate for, like one fucking second -" Jiang Cheng was pinching the bridge of his nose, face aflame with embarrassment.

"Remind me again? Why aren't we back home in the Jingshi, alone??" Wei Ying mumbled, melting against his stunningly gorgeous husband's lovely chest and bemoaning the fact that there were clothes in the way.