What a good place for his hands to be. Wangji produces a soft noise of encouragement and leans up to kiss him again.

Wei Wuxian kisses him for a long time before murmuring, "Ah, Lan Zhan, so beautiful, when I saw you again for the first time I realized I had forgotten just how beautiful you were. The most beautiful person in the whole world." 

"No." Untrue. Wei Ying is clearly the most beautiful person. Wangji will make this argument by kissing Wei Ying's neck very aggressively.

"A-ah!" he gasps, collapsing on top of Lan Zhan. 

"Love you." Kiss. 

"Ahah, Love you Lan Zhan." Kiss. "That was very distracting, my neck is awfully sensitive with all the abuse you've put it through." Kiss. "How am I supposed to take the initiative when you do things like that?"

Mm, good point. "I will stop."

He gently kisses Wei Ying's neck one more time and then relaxes back into the grass, baring his own throat.

It is a good throat and it deserves kisses. Kisses and a nuzzle and then, 

"What you said about the Wen brand--show me where?"

He guides Wei Ying's hand to his chest, to nearly the exact spot where Wei Ying had received his own brand. "Here."

And Wei Ying leans down to kiss it, gently at first, before applying himself to ensuring that Lan Zhan has a very different kind of mark there instead. 

Oh.

Wangji moans. His hips roll and press up against Wei Ying. He’s really really glad to have Wei Ying’s mark there again.

Wei Ying grinds down against him in return and makes a little pleased smug noise, grinning against where he seems to be making it his mission to ensure that every speck of skin that would have been touched by the brand is as thoroughly marked by his mouth as possible. 

This is both intensely arousing and oddly relaxing. Wangji goes soft and content underneath him while he waits for Wei Ying to be satisfied with his work, occasionally gasping or humming in appreciation. 

When these marks fade completely, he is determined to have Wei Ying reapply them.

When Wei Ying is satisfied with his work on the former location of the brand, he rolls Lan Zhan over onto his front, reaching underneath to continue stroking him, and begins the same process with Lan Zhan's back. 

"I want," he breathes into his beloved's ear, "to take every place that remembers being hurt, and make it so they only remember me instead." 

The sound he makes isn't a whimper, really, but it isn't... not a whimper.

It's a happy sound. Wangji presses into Wei Ying's hand and arches his back and muffles his moans in the grass. He's getting more dirt on his face like this but it doesn't matter because Wei Ying -

"Yes. Mm. Mmm - ah. Love you. Yes."

"Love you. Love you. Mine," he growls between sucking bites of the flesh of Lan Zhan's back.

He moans. "Love you - love - ahhmm. Mm. Close, already."

"Do you want to come now, or do you want to wait?" he asks, briefly stilling his hand movements. 

He considers it seriously. "Wait."

So he takes his hand away and brings it forward to lace his fingers with Lan Zhan's as he continues lovingly mauling his back. 

He feels very loved and very mauled. He squeezes Wei Ying's hand. "This will take you a very long time," he comments, not sounding like minds.

"We have time." He presses a gentle kiss to the most recent mark, then bites again. "And I don't mind if it takes multiple sessions." Mmnibblenibble. 

"Mn."

Contented sigh. "Want to make you feel good too."

"Mmmmmmmm." 

The hand not currently holding Lan Zhan's drifts to a particular place. He makes a questioning noise. 

His breath catches. "Yes."