"Brother," Lan WangJi said; "how's the temperature now?"

In the dim light of the lanterns, Lan XiChen reached to take a small wooden bowl from WangJi, he tentatively slid his fingers along the smooth edges and appeared momentarily introspective; "This should do it," he smiled.

On the mat before them they had Wei WuXian, lain on his front and partly invested in reading a novel, clearly very bored. Naked as the day he was born.

"That took you lot forever," he complained; "I was about to get dressed and hop on outside."

For a moment, he half-expected some comment out of WangJi about how going outside past curfew was forbidden, but it never came; he was growing much more lenient these days.

With mild curiosity he put his novel aside and leaned over to have a look of the bowl; both brothers watched while he dipped his finger experimentally into the oil as to get a feel of its consistency and temperature. "You know," he said; "we could have just used scented bath oils, that always worked great when I used them on myself."

Lan XiChen laughed politely into one hand while he noticed the subtle flush on his brother's cheeks; without shame he replied, "I think you'll find that this recipe feels nicer than the bath oils. Brother, help me get this ready."

Meanwhile, clearly Wei WuXian wasn't about to make this easy on either of them; in the past months he'd come to understand exactly the sort of impact he had on WangJi, and he practically lived for the thrill of getting him frustrated. Entirely unashamed of his nudity, he got into a scandalous pose— one he imagined might be featured in a pornographic novel involving cut-sleeves, if he'd ever properly looked through one.

"You know you want this, HanGuang-Jun," he said in his best approximation of feigned seduction; "No woman can resist me, and now you can't resist me either."

For a moment, he could just barely detect the slightest hint of agitation on WangJi's face when his eyebrows twitched— but as much as he enjoyed riling him up, for once he couldn't help a certain sense of guilt. "I'm sorry," he laughed good-naturedly. "I was only teasing— you know you're the only one for me."

All the while, Lan XiChen watched with infinite patience, he waited for them to be finished and then smiled at Wei WuXian; "Young Master Wei," he said. "How would you like to be positioned for this?"

At his side, Lan WangJi appeared perfectly composed, but Wei WuXian knew better; WangJi could just barely hold back, he knew, he was utterly prepared to ravage him. Wei Wuxian had half a mind to get into the most profane position imaginable, just to mess with him. He hadn't expected that, of his own accord, Lan WangJi would say clearly and calmly, "He should get on his hands and knees, with his behind facing us."

At that, for some seconds Wei WuXian regarded him in mute astonishment, and at last he burst into laughter; "I bet you'd like that…!" he snickered. "You love seeing me that way, you're really so dirty!"

Within moments he'd assumed the position and wiggled his hips a bit before deliberately reaching back to strike his own behind; "Y'like that?" he asked, and then he rapidly switched to a shrill-voiced imitation of a coy maiden. "HanGuang-Jun," he pouted comically; "be gentle with me, won't you?"

Under any other circumstances, Lan WangJi might have been annoyed by his obnoxious jokes, but at the moment indeed he was transfixed; while his expression remained impassive, Lan XiChen could tell through subtle nuances that he was inwardly fighting for self-restraint. XiChen turned his gaze from his brother and toward the obscene way in which Wei WuXian had positioned himself, and he couldn't help a small, nostalgic sigh.

Moments like these, he really missed Lianfang-Zun.

"WangJi," he said amicably; "come here."

He directed his brother to come closer while they set the bowl aside, and then he took some moments to have a closer inspection of Wei WuXian; after a bit of scrutiny he spoke introspectively to Lan WangJi. "Just here," he said while sliding one digit carefully over the small entrance; "Brother, you need to be gentler." After turning his attention back to Wei WuXian he shook his head; "You've taken a lot of abuse here, haven't you?"

"It's fine," came the reply; "I like it when HanGuang-Jun—"

His voice dissipated to nothing when there came an absolutely divine sensation; silent swears issued from him while he hung forth his head, and he muttered, "Do that again…!"

Just behind him, Lan XiChen withdrew where he'd been carefully lapping at his entrance with his tongue; "WangJi," he said while prompting him closer. "Do it to him the way I showed you."

With complete dutiful attention Lan WangJi went on to do as he'd been instructed, and at that Wei WuXian really came apart; his arms gave way and he gripped uselessly at the mat with both hands while he couldn't help pressing back against Lan WangJi. At first he could barely form coherent words, but before long he was swearing eternal devotion to him and promising he'd do anything he wanted, for the rest of all eternity, if only he kept that up.

And Lan WangJi loved it about as much, XiChen could tell, for a moment it took him back to a time at Koi Tower, when…

"Bloody hell," Wei WuXian muttered hoarsely; "we should've been doing this ages ago… can you get it farther in?"

Lan WangJi hardly needed prompting; his hands pressed into the flesh of Wei WuXian's behind without any of his usual regal grace, while loud, profane sounds issued from where he had at him relentlessly. Beneath Wei WuXian his cock glittered wetly with fluid, which streamed forth to the mat beneath; he couldn't help getting one hand on himself and began to stroke, but soon Lang WangJi's hand came on his wrist.

Still out of breath, Wei WuXian regarded him from over one shoulder, his eyes glistening with desperation; "H…hey," he laughed. "Come on, you can't expect me to ignore it...?"

However, not a word came in reply, and the hand still hadn't released his wrist; Wei WuXian's gaze turned to Lan XiChen instead, but no help came from him either. Instead, he merely looked on with quiet introspection, a small smile on his lips; "I wonder…" he said softly. He suspected that, in truth, even Wei WuXian actually liked having to wait to be touched there.

After some time at last he asked WangJi to pause, and observed while he carefully withdrew from where he'd been lapping at Wei WuXian; glittering streamlets of fluid adhered from WangJi's lips to the small entrance as XiChen reached forth to kiss him. "You're doing so well, brother," he said with a kind grin; "I think he's really going to like this."

While Wei WuXian watched them from over his shoulder he couldn't help reaching back to touch his own entrance experimentally; WangJi had got him so slick that his finger slipped in without much resistance, and he'd got aroused enough that he couldn't help sliding it farther in. However, even without breaking the kiss with XiChen, WangJi reached forth to get one hand on Wei WuXian's wrist again as to stop him from touching himself. Gradually, when at last the brothers turned their attention to what Wei WuXian had been doing, Lan WangJi felt his ears go hot.

Even Lan XiChen gave a quiet laugh; "He does look good doing that, doesn't he?" he asked.

Now Wei WuXian snickered, even while his voice came with audible arousal; "You like this, do you?" he asked, where clearly the question was directed at Lan WangJi. He managed to wrestle his hand loose from his hold and then deliberately slipped the digit farther inside himself, with full intention to make it seem as obscene as possible.

"Oh, HanGuang-Jun," he crooned in a ridiculous impression of timid impatience; "I wish it was your gargantuan cock inside me, and not just my finger…"

But any attempt at jokes fell completely flat, because he really did look bloody good doing it.

That was about it for self-restraint; without a word Lan WangJi's aristocratic fingers went for the binds of his own robes, and he was partway to getting them unraveled when XiChen's hand came on his wrist. At that, WangJi paused his ministrations; very slowly, his gaze moved toward his brother, who was all smiles and amicable grace. XiChen shook his head; "Not yet," he said kindly.

(On to Chapter 2)

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