The Cloud Recesses are always peaceful. One morning is much like another, before one gets up and interacts with the world.
This morning is a little bit different. But the only part of it he can perceive right now is in him, in the absence of pain.
"My Lan Zhan. I have no idea what I ever did to make you feel this way but I want to do it again and again forever."
"Lan Zhaaaaaan," he says, burying his face in the other's shoulder. "You keep saying things like that!!! It's ridiculous, you're so sweet, I wanna marry you."
"I love you so much, Lan Zhan. I never want you to let go of me again either."
"How is it that you can say things like that and I'm the one who's shameless???"
"I'm reasonable!!! Nobody could not say the things I say with your mouth on them. Partly because nobody else gets to have your mouth on them ever but that's not the point." Maybe if he kisses Lan Zhan long and hard enough immediately after saying this he won't have time to disagree.
Also it involves kissing Lan Zhan which is great!!!
Oh hey they're currently A) naked and B) in teenage bodies with teenage hormones.
Even Wei Ying cannot talk while having the breath kissed out of him (yet, growth mindset) but that doesn't mean he can't be VERY EMPHATICALLY APPROVING in his vocalizations.
This is acceptable.
Having sex makes words even more of a challenge than usual, but Wangji eventually channels most of his concentration into articulating, "You are - very beautiful," between gasps. It's just very important that Wei Ying is aware. "Love. Love you."
"Ah, Lan Zhan, nobody is more beautiful than you," he gasps. "Love you, love you, so beautiful, my Lan Zhan."
Wei Ying is very in favor of those results.
"So beautiful, so good to me, you make me so happy, I can never look away from you."
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He comes too fast, because of course he does, but Wangji reapplies himself to pleasuring Wei Ying as soon as he's aware of his body again.
"Love you," he pants into Wei Ying's neck. "Love you, love you. Mine."
"All yours, yours forever, never been touched by anyone else, never want to touch anyone else, love you, Lan-er-gege, oh you touch me so good,"
Wrists can be pinned out to the side. Neck can be marked. Very marked.
"Shameless," he whispers. "My shameless Wei Ying. I will touch you forever."
He whines, high and deep in his throat, head thrown back like Lan Zhan having less than optimal access to his neck is the worst thing imaginable.