The Jingshi was bathed in the warm, late afternoon glow, casting long, delicate shadows across the room. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had spent the day in quiet companionship, moving through their routines with a shared sense of purpose and growing anticipation. They had grown closer with each passing moment, each step forward bringing them deeper into the folds of their bond.
Today felt different, though. Wei Wuxian could sense the subtle shift in the air between them—an unspoken agreement that they were ready to take another step, to delve deeper into the intricacies of their connection. As they finished their meal, Wei Wuxian turned to Lan Wangji, his eyes glimmering with a blend of excitement and apprehension.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian began, his voice soft but steady. “I’ve been thinking about how we’ve been exploring… and I think it’s time we try something that requires more trust and communication. It might be a bit challenging, but I believe it could help us understand each other in a whole new way.”
Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian with his usual calm demeanor, though the light in his eyes betrayed his curiosity. “What do you propose, Wei Ying?”
Wei Wuxian took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. “I’ve read about a practice called ‘guided touch.’ It’s where one person guides the other’s hand, showing them how they like to be touched. It’s more intimate than what we’ve done so far, but I think it could be a way for us to truly learn each other’s desires and boundaries.”
Lan Wangji nodded, his expression contemplative but open. “I trust you, Wei Ying. If you think this will help us, I am willing.”
Wei Wuxian smiled, a rush of warmth spreading through his chest at Lan Wangji’s unwavering support. “Thank you, Lan Zhan. I know this might be a bit outside of our comfort zone, but we’ll go slowly, and we’ll stop if anything feels too much.”
They prepared their space in the Jingshi, ensuring that it was as comfortable and inviting as possible. Wei Wuxian arranged the cushions into a soft nest, while Lan Wangji lit a few sandalwood incense sticks, their calming fragrance filling the room with a gentle, soothing aura. They both settled onto the cushions, facing each other, and took a moment to center themselves.
“We’ll start with something simple,” Wei Wuxian said, his voice calm and reassuring. “I’ll guide your hand to places where I like to be touched, and you can do the same for me. It’s not about doing it perfectly—it’s about feeling and understanding.”
Lan Wangji nodded, his posture relaxed but attentive. Wei Wuxian reached out, taking Lan Wangji’s hand in his own. His touch was warm and firm, a silent reminder that they were in this together. Slowly, he guided Lan Wangji’s hand to his cheek, pressing it gently against the soft skin.
“Here,” Wei Wuxian said softly. “I like gentle touches on my face. It helps me feel close to you.”
Lan Wangji’s fingers moved delicately, exploring the contours of Wei Wuxian’s cheek with a feather-light touch. Wei Wuxian’s eyes fluttered shut, savoring the sensation. He could feel the careful, deliberate nature of Lan Wangji’s movements, each stroke filled with a tenderness that spoke of his deep affection.
After a few moments, Wei Wuxian guided Lan Wangji’s hand lower, tracing a path along his neck and down to his collarbone. The touch was exploratory, Lan Wangji’s fingers gliding over the skin with a blend of curiosity and care. Wei Wuxian’s breath hitched slightly at the sensation, his pulse quickening under Lan Wangji’s touch.
“Is this okay?” Lan Wangji asked, his voice barely above a whisper. There was a note of concern in his tone, a quiet fear of overstepping or causing discomfort.
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Whispers of the Silk Road
Fanfictie--- **Summary:** In a realm where ancient traditions govern daily life, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji find themselves entangled in a love that transcends the boundaries of their world. As cultivators of the Yiling and Gusu sects, they have faced fierce...
