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There were things Lan Xichen had learned about Jiang Wanyin even before they started seeing each other romantically

Jiang Cheng came off as someone who was overly angry and always had something to complain about. While it was true that Jiang Cheng had a temper, Lan Xichen had learned throughout their time as friends that Wanyin had a beautiful smile. He'd learned what made him happy and what brought a smile to his face. He had learned what made him laugh. Unhindered and full of life that Xichen would immediately be unable to think of anything else other than the innocence hidden in his laughter.

Lan Xichen had learned about things that really brought forth his anger, kept in mind to avoid topics that made him get a faraway look in his eyes when they were brought up. Lan Xichen had learned that Jiang Wanyin's anger was sometimes brought forth in order to conceal other emotions he didn't want to feel, knew he yelled when he would otherwise cry if he didn't raise his voice.

After they had gotten together, Lan Xichen had tried his hardest in making Wanyin more open to expressing his feelings when he was around. When it was only them two and no one else, Xichen had coaxed him into seeing the value of his existence, the joy it brought to many people whether Wanyin was willing to see it or not.

There were times when Lan Xichen couldn't do much but be there for his partner, a hand at the back of his neck in a steady grip as he planted kisses over his face, soft lingering touches of his lips to his cheeks and over his eyelids. Wanyin's hands seemed to always grip at Xichen's robes when that happened, looking for a safety net to grip onto so he wouldn't float away into his own thoughts and so he could focus on Xichen's words, on his whispers and the praise he had longed for secretly his entire life.

Sometimes it was harder to make Wanyin focus his thoughts. Sometimes it wasn't enough kissing his cheeks and his lips and sometimes words irritated him rather than helped. Those were the times Lan Xichen really brought forth his calmness, his patience as he gave Wanyin what he needed.

Today seemed to be one of those days.

Lan Xichen watched as Jiang Wanyin fidgeted restlessly as he poured them both tea. His fingers were constantly toying with Zidian, twisting the ring without pause as he once again huffed through his nose.

"Wanyin, how are you?" It was probably the most basic question he could have asked, but he really did want to know how he had been throughout the two months where they'd both been unable to visit each other as sect responsibilities swarmed them both. He wanted to ask what had gotten him in this mood, frown on his face when he normally would've relaxed seconds after entering the Hanshi .

"Fine." Jiang Cheng responded with a calmness in his voice that was betrayed by the way he twisted Zidian even faster.

"Wanyin," Xichen called softly and reached forward to grab a hold of his hand to stop him from rubbing his finger raw. Jaing Cheng let him grab his wrist, but Lan Xichen took notice in the way his jaw tightened and his fist curled. "A-Cheng."

Jiang Cheng almost practically melted once the form of endearment left Lan Xichen's lips, a soft whisper that halted his rising temper and lulled his thoughts to something quieter if only for a few seconds.

"Huan-gege…" Jiang Cheng's voice came out surprisingly soft, a murmur that was almost lost in the quietness of the Hanshi. "I-"

Xichen waited, they had practiced this so many times and yet it never seemed to get any easier for Wanyin. Either way, Lan Xichen would always wait until he was ready to ask. Waited with a gentle smile and a soft grip to Wanyin's wrist. No matter how long it took, seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months or years… Lan Xichen was ready to wait.

It took a few minutes this time, Lan Xichen had stopped looking at him in order to let Wanyin get his thoughts in order, to let him think of what exactly he wanted to ask for. Instead, Xichen had gone back to sipping his tea, eyes reading over one of the Lan Sect's music books half interestedly.

"Lan Huan," Jiang Cheng lightly touched his hand and Lan Xichen raised his head to look at him, expression always so soft when he looked at his Wanyin.

"Is Wanyin ready to talk?"

Jiang Cheng sucked in a gulp of air visibly, his hand pulling Xichen's own away from where it had been gripping his wrist still. Lan Xichen watched as he brought their hands up and pressed their palms together. Like this, Lan Xichen was more aware of how much more smaller Wanyin was than him. It was only a few inches in height, but in everything else he was bigger, the way he would always be bigger than Wanyin brought a flaring softness into Xichen's chest.

Wanyin looked at him with clear exhaustion on his face, his eyes droopy and lips halfway to falling into a pout. He looked adorable. After a few seconds, Lan Xichen felt a faint heat wrapping around his hand, his fingers tingling as he looked towards their hands. Purple glowing light surrounded them for a few seconds before it gradually faded into nothing.

Zidian now rested comfortably on Lan Xichen's middle finger.

Xichen's pulse seemed to quicken a tiny bit, his eyes moving to look at Wanyin with a silent question. He knew what this meant. It was hardly the first time Wanyin had done it, it had happened countless times and yet Xichen still never seemed to get over the amazement in his chest. The warmth that coiled around his entire being.

"Huan-gege..." Wanyin whispered barley loud enough to be heard, voice so small as he licked his lips and looked downwards to where their hands had settled onto the table between them. "Wanyin needs Gege's help, please?"

Lan Xichen was halfway to melting into a puddle of affection at Wanyin's feet.

"A-Cheng, you know you have to be exact." Xichen gently linked their hands and Wanyin's index finger immediately moved to toy with Zidian. "I cannot help if I don't know what A-Cheng wants, what you need."

Jiang Cheng avoided his gaze, his face flushing red in embarrassment as he gripped Xichen's fingers for dear life.

"I need… I need you. You inside me. Need quiet where I don't have to think." Jiang Cheng breathes out in a rush, his hands trembling and his face flaring red. "I need to- to concentrate and just rest. Huan-gege, help me."

Lan Xichen exhales sharply, his breathing coming just a tad bit faster as he looks at Wanyin and smiles. A smile so unlike any of his others, one just for Wanyin, for A-Cheng. Lan Xichen nods and pulls his hand away, stands from his spot on the floor and straightens his robes before extending a hand towards Jiang Cheng. Zidian catches the light and shines almost as if it were telling Wanyin that it was okay. That he could let go. It was one of the reasons Jiang Cheng let Zidian go to him, almost like he was giving Xichen power over him or to not feel the weight of his responsibilities as Sect Leader Jiang, Sandu Shengshou, even if only for the amount of time they were hidden away in the Hanshi.

Jiang Cheng's hand reaches for his and Xichen pulls him up, pulls him close and then he kisses him. His lips stay soft against Wanyin's, a gentle caress that makes Wanyin melt against his chest and grip at the front of Xichen's robes.

"Come, A-Cheng." Lan Xichen pulls him in the direction of where the bed is, his hold soft but his grip steady.

Jiang Cheng follows after him obediently, his hand tightening around Xichen's when they're stood right at the foot of the bed. Xichen turns to him and to calm his nerves, he leans in for another kiss. They've done this before, Xichen has lost count on how many times they've done this and yet it's always something he will always handle with so much care.

Lan Xichen reaches for the sash of Jiang Cheng's robes, undoing the winding of his robes slowly as he presses impossibly closer to him. His kisses remain soft and he only allows his tongue to graze over Jiang Cheng's lips but doesn't kiss him any harder.

For a few seconds all that's heard within the Hanshi is the sound of their lips sliding against each other and the sounds of their breathing as Xichen lets his hands pull away Wanyin's outer robe. He pulls away and takes a look at Jiang Cheng's face, looks down at him with gentle eyes and a soft smile that makes Jiang Cheng melt against his chest with what can almost pass as a whimper.

Jiang Cheng's hands come up suddenly to pull at Lan Xichen's own outer robes, tugging at the cloth until he's able to push the robe off Lan Xichen's shoulders and onto the floor. It lets Xichen know that what Wanyin needs now isn't soft worshipful touches against his body, he's back to fidgeting and Lan Xichen clicks his tongue softly as he lightly lets out a laugh.

Jiang Cheng huffs in response, his face rubbing against Xichen's chest as his cheeks pinken once again. Lan Xichen bends down to kiss him again, holds him in place so he'll stop squirming and fidgeting and to ground him as his head no doubt begins filling with whatever it is that's gotten him in this unsettled mood in the first place.

"Huan-gege, please." It's the same words as before, the same plea, but Xichen hears the underlying need hidden within them. Please hurry.

There are times where all Wanyin needs is to feel him, not soft touches or kisses, but just him. Lan Xichen worries about those situations the most. The ones that make his Wanyin so desperate to feel him close he doesn't want anything else, not when it keeps him from getting what he needs for longer than he deems necessary.

This being the case, Xichen makes quick work of getting Wanyin naked, peeling off each layer of clothing until he's stood bare before him, his chest heavily rising and falling with every breath he takes and his eyes hooded and glinting with a need that's nowhere near lustful. Lan Xichen strokes his hair once and then begins undressing himself until he's equally as nude. Wanyin reaches for him immediately, his arms wrapping around Xichen with a force that makes him grunt.

Wanyin doesn't flinch at all when Xichen's hands move down his waist to his hips and then to his lower back. He stays still with only the rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathes. Xichen moves his hands down further and Jiang Cheng gasps, body arching into the touch as he hides his face in Lan Xichen's chest.

"Come," Xichen tugs him onto the bed, pushing him to lie down until he's on his back, looking up at him hovering above his body.

Xichen reaches over to a small bedside stand where he keeps oil stored, his fingers closing around the jar and pulling it closer. Wanyin is looking at him, his brows furrowed and a grimace on his face that Xichen knows is there out of embarrassment. It always starts off this way, Jiang Cheng still holding himself back even if only by a thin thread until Xichen is pressed as close as he can get. Only then does he let himself complete go, mind empty and chest no longer heavy with whatever was burdening him.

Lan Xichen quickly but thoroughly coats his fingers with the oil before he's placing it back on the small table, his eyes moving down to Wanyin's body and further until he reaches his spread legs. Looking so intently, Xichen notices them trembling as Jiang Cheng's hands curl around their bed sheets tightly. Waiting.

He looks for no longer than a few seconds before he's reaching down with oil slick fingers teasing down Wanyin's thigh and down, down, down until he reaches that hidden place that's only for Lan Xichen to see.

Xichen doesn't do much but circle his fingers around the furled rim of Jiang Cheng's entrance, coating him with the oil and watching in amazement as the muscle twitches and clenches with every press of his fingers.

"Xichen-" Wanyin groans and Xichen murmurs a soft apology and then finally pushes one of his fingers into Wanyin.

He's tight. It's been two months.

Jiang Cheng gasps and he clenches around his finger, his thighs trembling and hands pulling at the sheets. It's barely anything, just barely one finger and yet Wanyin is so needy for feeling him inside, any part of him.

Xichen strokes Wanyin's thigh with his free hand, soft grazing touches that make Jiang Cheng tremble.

The first finger moves with no problems, Wanyin welcomes it with soft sighs, and fluttering lashes as he closes his eyes. When Xichen pushes the second finger into him, Jiang Cheng whines, pushes back against the two digits and claws at the bed sheets with soft huffed mewls. The third finger and Wanyin is close to crying, Xichen shushes him and places a kiss to his knee. Jiang Cheng is barely even half hard, but Xichen doesn't even think about reaching for his member as he pets over Wanyin's toned stomach, feeling as the muscles jump with ever curl and spread of his fingers inside him.

"Huan-gege," it's all Xichen needs to hear, traces of desperation and the same plea in the simple call of his name.

Lan Xichen pulls his fingers out of Wanyin, shushes his whines at the loss and uses the leftover oil on his fingers to coat his own member, stroking it to get it completely hard and then guiding it towards Wanyin's entrance.

They both groan as soon as he presses inside, Jiang Cheng feels heavenly. He's warm and slick from the oil and Xichen murmurs a soft praise filled, "So good, A-Cheng."

Jiang Cheng's hands move to curl around his back, fingernails digging into his shoulders with a ferocity that makes Lan Xichen coo into his ear softly.

As soon as Xichen is fully sheathed inside, he stills. His breathing is coming faster and his pulse is creating a racket in his ears and yet he doesn't move. His hands softly caress any part of Jiang Cheng's body he can reach while he presses soft kisses to Wanyin's temple and against his eyelids.

They stay like that for a few minutes, Jiang Cheng's breathing gradually beginning to slow until he's blinking his eyes open and looking up at Xichen with an openness reserved only for him. Wanyin smiles, soft and relaxed and Xichen rubs the tips of their noses together.

"Better?" Wanyin nods, shy and hesitant until Xichen smiles and strokes his cheek lovingly. "Good."

Another round of comfortable silence and Xichen closes his eyes, leans down and rests his head on Jiang Cheng's shoulder.

"'M uncomfortable." Wanyin's voice is a nice soft whisper against Xichen's hair and Lan Xichen pulls himself up to look at him. "Switch."

Lan Xichen grins, silently leans down to place a kiss on his nose and turns them over so he's the one on his back now. Wanyin sits atop him, perched prettily on his lap and Lan Xichen reaches up to graze the pad of his finger against the tip of Wanyin's nose. Jiang Cheng huffs and turns away, but eventually his mouth pulls into the smallest of smiles and he leans his whole body down until he's lying down over Xichen's body.

The Hanshi falls into a peaceful silence once again, the faint faraway noise reduces until they both tune it out and all they can hear is each other breathing. Wanyin sighs and Xichen feels the moment his body completely relaxes, his hips moving to get even more comfortable before Wanyin settles down once again and rubs his cheek against his shoulder.

Sometimes this is what Wanyin needs, soft and quiet and stillness with nothing else but Lan Xichen to make him feel full. For the stretch of Xichen inside him to push anything in his head, thoughts and unwanted, unnecessary bad feelings out. Needs to be surrounded by Lan Xichen alone with only his presence to ground him and make him center his attention back to where he's no longer fidgeting and fighting a silent war with himself in his head.

Whatever it is that Wanyin needs, Lan Xichen will always give it to him as long as it's in his power to be able to do so. If what Wanyin needs is this, quiet and fullness then that's what he'll give. If later, when he's feeling better, he wants more, wants Xichen to move and make him feel a different sort of pleasure, wants him to move his hips and really take him, then Xichen will do that too.

But until then, Lan Xichen will gladly lay here with his softening cock inside Wanyin while he lays on top of him.

Whatever Wanyin needs.