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Wei Wuxian can’t look away from Lan Zhan.
Standing in front of the mirror in their bedroom, his nude body shines in the low, early morning sunlight. Pale skin glows, marred here and there by scars and bruises and lovebites. He’s as tall and strong as he ever was, his muscles leans but present, his long legs sculpted and covered in a light sheen of hair. Even his dick is beautiful, soft but long and thick, hanging over his balls and surrounded by a cloud of dark pubes.
If they didn’t have somewhere to be, Wei Wuxian would kneel on the floor in front of him and take that cock into his mouth, lovingly kiss and suck on it until it got hard, until Lan Zhan held onto him and made him take every drop of cum he could give.
But that will have to be for another morning. They have time for that, but not today.
Stepping closer, he curls his hands around Lan Zhan’s hips, his own nude body pressing into his husband’s. Spreading his fingers, he rubs at Lan Zhan’s stomach, thumbing through the thin trail of hair leading down.
Lan Zhan leans his head back, humming in pleasure. “Wei Ying,” he murmurs.
“We have to get ready, I know. What were you doing? Just looking at yourself?”
“Mn. I am fifty now but I do not look it.”
Wei Wuxian peers at him in the mirror. He’s correct that not much has changed—Lan Zhan looks as he did when they reunited, obviously an adult but young, hale, a whole life ahead of him. Wei Wuxian has changed more, though he doesn’t think he looks fifty either.
Lan Zhan’s hair is sprinkled with gray strands, and his cheeks are a little bit less chubby. Sometimes, like this morning, he’s slower to get out of bed than he used to be. Wei Wuxian’s hand slips down to touch his thigh, massaging the tense muscle. Many decades ago, this leg was broken and routinely re-injured, and now it pains his poor husband, his hip and knee and ankle all tender and fragile even though only the knee was truly broken.
“You’re still the most gorgeous man in the world,” he says, kissing Lan Zhan’s neck. “Even when you’re two hundred and have shriveled up and look like some old yeye, you’ll be perfect. No one can ever compare.”
“Impossible. How can I be those things so long as Wei Ying is here?”
Wei Wuxian wraps his arm around his middle in hug and squishes him, pressing kisses all over his shoulder blade. “Lan Zhan, don’t distract me! We have to make it to your party, they won’t be happy if we’re late because you’re too sweet and I had to suck you off for it.”
Lan Zhan’s stomach muscles twitch underneath Wei Wuxian’s hand. He pats it lovingly, shaking his head before letting go.
“Come on, I’ll help you get dressed, er-gege.”
Lan Zhan stands obediently as Wei Wuxian fetches robes, beautiful blue ones embroidered with silver clouds and white lotuses. He’s no longer looking at himself when Wei Wuxian returns, instead watching him with a small smile.
Laying the many layers out, Wei Wuxian grabs the pants first. He hates to hide these gorgeous legs but this is the first step.
“Use my shoulders,” he says, not letting Lan Zhan say no. Crouching down, he holds the pants out in front of Lan Zhan’s feet. He keeps them steady as Lan Zhan’s hand comes and uses him for balance, first his bad leg sliding into the hole, then a pause as he adjusts, and then his other leg. Wei Wuxian waits until he lets go before he pulls them up, smiling at Lan Zhan as he sneaks a quick kiss to his thigh.
As he grabs the zhongyi, he whines to Lan Zhan about mourning the sight of his body. Lan Zhan laughs at him, an understated but beloved sound.
It goes like this as Lan Zhan dresses—Wei Wuxian holds the robes out behind Lan Zhan’s back so he can slip his arms in, then ties them up for his husband before Lan Zhan can even think to reach down himself. Each layer adds more fabric between his body and Wei Wuxian’s, but it’s okay. He looks amazing like this too, so well put together, truly a Light Bearing Lord worthy of praise and honor and birthday wishes.
Happiness bubbles inside him as he gazes at Lan Zhan, standing on his tiptoes as he ties his forehead ribbon on.
“Lan Zhan, have I told you how much I love you yet today?” He knows he hasn’t. The last time he said it was when Lan Zhan fell asleep last night.
But still, Lan Zhan pulls him in close, kissing his mouth and his chin and his jaw. “Mm, you have. Let me dress you and tell me again.”