bakerstreet | A tub for two

Wangji is somewhat surprised when Xichen-xiongzhang insists that Wei Ying and he are best suited to tame the spirits haunting the hot springs near a far off village; the job feels more suited for the juniors. Still, it is a welcome break and Wei Ying seems to light up at the mention of a hot spring. The cold springs of Cloud Recess are healing, baths are a nightly treat, but a hot spring is a different sort of thing. An indulgence, though one can always argue for the health benefits found in soaking.

So Wangji does not argue, simply nods and smiles to himself at the thought of returning to the road with his soulmate.

Any time with Wei Ying is precious, treasured in Wangji’s heart. No matter the nature of it, be it a night hunt, a quiet morning, or a late night in the Jingshi.

When it comes to the spirit, Wangji is happy to say they are quickly able to tame it and bring peace to the souls. When thanks is sent in his direction, he points out to the innkeeper that it is Wei Ying who held his ground, who did most of the work and thus deserves his thanks more than Hanguang-jun. Properly chastised, the innkeeper at least properly thanks them both for their efforts and allows them to reep their reward.

After their belongings are settled in the finest accommodation that the inn can offer, they make their way to the hot spring. Wangji watches Wei Ying as he steps up next to him, the corners of his eyes slightly crinkled as contentment settles in his heart. When Wei Ying looks his way, grins, his heart flutters in a way that has become familiar following the events of Guanyin Temple.

“You did most of the work, Wei Ying. This is your reward,” he says with a softness to his eyes, the corners of his mouth also smoothing into an expression reserved for his soulmate.

The hot spring is empty when they reach it, reserved for just them, but when he removes his layers, Wangji keeps his inner robe on - planning only to remove it in the water. He folds the rest of the robes, sets them down nearby with Bichen resting on the fine fabrics. “Give me your robes. I will fold them as you settle in,” he says once he has arranged his own, hand held out for the other man’s robes. He knows Wei Ying will not fold them himself, if given the option.

Wei Wuxian was already shedding layers as he walked towards the water, ready to drop them in untidy piles en route. He didn't particularly care if they got wrinkled or dirty and so he has a tendency to just toss them over whatever is around. In this instance he is focused on the water and so they were going to simply end up in a long path leading to the edge. But before he can even drop the first piece the other man mentions folding them.

He pauses and looks over at Lan Wangji as he makes his offer. He laughs softly as he hands him the already removed upper layers. Lan Wangji has become their savior once again, "You don't have to put so much care into my robes, Lan Zhan. Why do you have to be so tidy?" The belt already discarded somewhere in the room along with his shoes. They will have to be located at some point but he isn't too concerned at the moment.

Despite how he teases, that tidy nature is just one of the many parts of what he enjoys about the other man. For some reason there is just something endearing about the care he takes with everything. Especially when it comes to Wei Wuxian. It took him a long time to accept that anyone would want to watch over him in the way that Lan Wangji does.

Without any more hesitation and not bothering to make sure no one is looking, he also steps out of his pants and proceeds to the water. It's a hot spring after all. One is supposed to be naked so they can enjoy all the benefits of that water. And they were given a basically private spring to do as they desired so there is only one person who will see that toned backside as it slips into the water. And Wei Wuxian doesn't really mind if he pays attention to it.

As he settles down into the water and sits on one of the smooth rocks beneath the surface, he groans in contentment. Shifting down until the hot water reaches his shoulders. This is exactly what someone needs after a job is completed. Not the frigid temperatures of the Gusu cold springs. Those are hardly relaxing at all!

"It feels amazing, Lan Zhan! We definitely need to thank your brother for sending us on this mission."

[ooc: just a heads up, this is obdurating! got a rename token]

"Rule one thousand and forty three," Wangji answers, not looking up from his task, smoothing the layers of Wei Ying's robes to fold them into a neat pile. The rule states 'Do not disrespect the belongings of others' and while it does apply, the desire for neatness does not step from rules learned over a lifetime but truly from Wangji's preferences.

All clothes, including pants, folded, he takes in his work and then lets his gaze be drawn where it always wishes to go. To Wei Ying.

He has missed the chance to take in the long lines of his frame, the planes of his back and muscles of his legs. The loss feels great as Wei Ying steps into the water, giving Wangji only the shortest of moments to enjoy his backside.

Pushing himself up from his kneeling position, Wangji smoothes the folds of his robe and steps into the water. Once it is past his waist, then he slips the robes from his shoulders but does not fold it as he sets it on a wet stone. "Mn." he hums in agreement on the matter of his brother, now sure that the aim was to maintain a semblance of quiet in Cloud Recess for a short time.

"Let me massage your shoulders." Wei Ying has been rubbing them since they vanquished the ghosts and Wangji, who may not be the best healer in Gusu, still knows enough to ease the tension.

[ooc: nice! I was wondering when I saw the name in my inbox XD]

Wei Wuxian snorts softly as the man lists the exact rule from whence the decision to fold his clothing came. Wei Wuxian may have had to write the rules a hundred times but that doesn't mean he remembers the exact order of them, or chooses to follow them despite the fact he basically resides in Cloud Recesses now.

He watches as the other man joins him in the water and finally removes that upper top. It's amusing that he chooses to be so proper despite it just being the two of them. But at the offer to massage his shoulders, Wei Wuxian sits up eagerly.

Moving closer and shifting around so that his back is to the other man he positions himself in preparation of those strong callused hands to ease some of his tension. "I'll gladly accept a massage from the esteemed Hanguang-Jun."

He reaches up and gathers up his hair to pull it over his one shoulder and out of the way as much as he can. He could probably tie it up with the ribbon that has now been soaked in water but that would take far more time and he is ready to enjoy those hands right away.

That earns a snort from the very man, a quiet sound but not one lost over the sound of movement through the water. "And from Lan Wangji?"

Without the answer, he still slides his hands over Wei Ying's biceps and shoulders to knead at the tense muscle revealed to him. The line of the other man's neck is always distracting, as are the backs of his ears. When they had been traveling together, before Guanyin Temple, and long before any confessions were exchanged, Wangji had always wanted to kiss them -- had found himself utterly unable to think of anything else when Wei Ying pulled his hair up even for a moment.

Wangji leans forward, presses his lips just below Wei Ying's hairline to indulge the sudden whim. His hands continue their ministrations, not working out the knots yet but mapping where the tension is concentrated to then relieve it.

He hums his appreciation at the hands even as they are just moving across the flesh and not actually massaging him yet, "I'll always accept anything that Lan Wangji wants to give me." The man could give him a rock and Wei Wuxian would probably keep it with him always. How can one even consider turning away anything that the man who has confessed his love would give?

When he feels those lips against his neck his smile is soft and just that little touch is enough to make him feel the relaxation and contentment that being in this man's presence causes him. He enjoys that mouth and he didn't realize how much until Lan Wangji started to kiss him in places he never expected to get attention to. His neck is one of those spots. Of course if that mouth starts to explore a little too much, relaxed is the last thing that Wei Wuxian will be.

"The same is true for Lan Zhan too. His gifts are the best."

His head tips forward just slightly, as if offering Lan Wangji as much of that neck as he could possibly want. The man has had to hold back so much over the years, never revealing his feelings until recently. Wei Wuxian doesn't want him to ever have to hold back ever again.

One of them, at least, can maintain focus. It would be a lie to say that it is always Wangji, who takes the offering and presses his lips along the column of Wei Ying's neck as he begins to work the muscles at the base of his neck with practice thumbs. "Wei Ying is biased."

Wei Ying is stiff, the muscles tense, but Wangji hopes to offer this relief before they stray to old habits and grow distracted by one another. He smiles against Wei Ying's neck, offers one final kiss and gentle nip before focusing on his task.

That feeling of teeth sends a shiver down his spine. Lan Wangji's mouth is a powerful thing, talented in so many ways. He might not say a lot but he puts it to good use when it comes to Wei Wuxian. He tries to not get too distracted by those thoughts as he feels those hands working away at those tense muscles.

"Of course I am. Lan Zhan spoils me so why wouldn't I be biased?"

He gives an appreciative groan as the man his one particularly nasty knot and starts to work it out of his neck. His mouth and his hands can work some lovely magic on Wei Wuxian's body.

There are rules Wangji could quote, easily, but instead he hums a non-answer and sets his focus on working out the first knot and then one to the right of it. Wei Ying is tense under his hands, muscles quivering.

"Was it this tense this morning?" he asks, worry coloring his voice. Had he missed it the night before or is this simply the result of the difficult night hunt behind them? In his worry, he can hold off the desire to take teeth to skin again, to draw out more groans from Wei Ying's lips in a different manner.

His mouth is definitely going to voice his appreciation of the work those hands are doing. Lan Wangji can call him shameless as much as he wants and Wei Wuxian will still make these kinds of sounds any time the man touches him.

"Most of it is from today. We've worked hard so of course I'd be tense. It's not easy holding up chenqing for that long when they are particularly stubborn."

He doesn't want the other man to think that he might have neglected him in anyway. And he can't be certain how long those tense muscles have been plaguing him. All that matters is that they are disappearing now beneath the expert hands of Hanguang-Jun.

The sounds, music to Wangji's ears, are each appreciated and committed to memory. He replays them to himself sometimes, when petitioners seem more interested in arguing amongst themselves then heading guidance or his warnings.

"Mn," the words abate his concern, soothe the crease between his brows. "A massage when you are laying down will be needed." He cannot work out all the knots, though he does try. When he is satisfied with what can be done now, he runs his hands over Wei Ying's shoulders and back, around his flank to rest them over his stomach as he pulls him to his back.

"Better?"

He smiles as he settles against Lan Wangji, "Mm..Much better. So I get to look forward to even more when we are out of the water?"

Unless they get distracted of course. Which he wouldn't be surprised if they do since that is often what happens when they find themselves alone. But for now he is content to enjoy the rejuvenating feeling of the hot water and the comfort of those arms around him.

He covers Lan Wangji's hands with his own beneath the water as he lays his head back against him with a content sigh.

"I can't promise my hands will be as skilled as yours but I could try to give you a massage as well if you want." It's only fair since the man made his back feel better. Lan Wangji's body is much stronger then his and he can handle a lot more, but that doesn't mean it can't get sore as well.

"Of course." There will always be more, if Wei Ying wants it. Wangji is insatiable when it comes to touch, to giving his beloved what he asks for. He can temper it behind what some might call indifference, a cold mask, but it is always there.

"Lying is forbidden. Wei Ying's hands are skilled. " He hums softly, tucking his chin over Wei Ying's shoulder and moving them back so he is seated against a natural rock bench with Wei Ying in his lap. "The hot springs will help, I am not so sore." It is the cold that does him in, that causes him to slow and breathe through the pain. The cold springs of Cloud Recess heal, but it is the cold air that has him stiff and sore with the scarred skin of his back feeling as if it is on fire once again.

He laughs as he gets called out on yet another rule. At least that one he doesn't mind as much. He doesn't like lying and would much prefer to always tell the truth, particularly to Lan Wangji.

As they shift and settle on the rock he closes his eyes and just relishes being like this for a little bit. It's so rare that they get to enjoy such a nice hot spring and he feels like he owes Xichen a gift when they return for suggesting it.

"Fine. My hands are skilled but yours are better. Skilled at everything they do." His own hands play with those strong fingers that are resting against him. Running over them and the back of Lan Wangji's hands lightly.

"Do you think they would mind if we spend a few extra days here before heading back?" He is pretty sure Cloud Recesses wouldn't mind having a little peace and quiet for a few days.

That earns a soft huff, Wangji's brows crease slightly and he decides that the kiss he has decided to press below his beloved's ear will be followed by a, for now, gentle bite. "Value your skill," in his eyes, after all, Wei Ying's hands are better.

He spreads his fingers as he feels Wei Ying's splay over his own, so the shorter man's fingers can slip beside them, and then interlaces their fingers. It's difficult, in this position, to guide both of their hands down Wei Ying's stomach, lower still to rest on top of his pale thighs.

"There is nothing precess to return to." Which is not wholly true, but Wangji will stay here if Wei Ying wishes to stay longer.

A small shiver goes down his spine from the feeling of that bite on his neck. Not wholly unwelcome despite the fact it was done in a scolding manner. "Okay Okay. I agree I have good hands too." that enjoy feeling all over every inch of Lan Wangji's body whenever he gets the chance.

"Then I think we deserve the break." And that might only be because Wei Wuxian sometimes have a bit of a lazy streak that likes to come out once in awhile. He enjoys night hunts and teaching the disciples. But he also can't help but enjoy simply laying around, drinking wine and enjoying Lan Wangji's presence whenever he gets the chance.

"I will inform xiong-zhang." Wangji's nose scrunches slightly, a barely there motion hidden but learned from time with his beloved. Speaking of his brother right now, though briefly and with need, draws a frown to his features.

He focuses his attention to something else, gently massaging the muscles of Wei Ying's thighs. At this angle, it does little to relieve the tension build there. Instead, as he hooks his chin over Wei Ying's shoulder, it is an excuse to enjoy the view. "Good hands, good legs. All of Wei Ying is good."

Wei Wuxian hums his appreciation over the feeling of those hands on his thighs. He turns his face slightly so he can rest his cheek against that of the other man's while he rests on his shoulder. A small smirk spread across his lips as he listened to Lan Wangji's praise.

"You are very biased, Lan Zhan. I don't think there is any part of me that you don't see as good. Are you enjoying the view?"

He always enjoys the view when it comes to Lan Wangji and he isn't afraid to tell him so. The other man has a wonderfully strong body and Wei Wuxian takes great pride in the fact that it is all his and he is the only one who gets to enjoy it.

"A bit biased," Wangji admits, turning his head slightly to press his lips to Wei Ying's cheek. He has always been biased, lacked objectivity when it came to the other man. It would have been one thing if he saw a problem with it, but he did and would not.

"Mn, always." He knows this game, the path that it leads them down and he's always more than willing to go down it. "A very tempting view. Hard to only keep looking."

"Ah then Lan Zhan...why aren't you giving into that temptation? Do you still feel the need to restrain yourself?"

Wei Wuxian certainly isn't going to pass up the chance to encourage the other to misbehave. They have the entire hot spring and adjoining room all to themselves after all. And although he can't promise to be quiet so as to not disturb any neighbors they might have, he is pretty sure lan Wangji wouldn't care about that.

He turns his face slightly so that he can see the other man from the corner of his eye as he shifts a little against him, grinding his butt against him teasingly.

"No, not restraining myself," Wangji says softly, nipping at Wei Ying's neck again. It is not that he doesn't want to give in, not at all, it is that he has something else in mind which is equally as tempting. "Tell me how you want me to touch you. I want to hear that."

One hand reminds on Wei Ying's thigh, the other moves to his hip to stop the distraction there. His own cock twitches in response to it, filling up from the press of the other man so close, but he's determined now to have this go a certain way - to only give Wei Ying exactly what he asks for.

His eyebrow shoots up, a bit amused by this request. Lan Wangji always seems to have this desire to please him in his heart and Wei Wuxian almost feels bad about taking advantage of it. Except he knows the other man gets just as much out of it as he does.

"I want you to touch every inch of me, all the time. Is that not enough of a request?"

He is playing, finding a kind of thrill in the fact that the man wants him to be so specific with his requests. To talk about such things and speak their actions into existence.

"The how and the where is different if we are in the water or if we are in the bed. There is only so much you can do in the water."

Not that their adventures in bath tubs haven't proven that they can actually do a lot more then one would think humanly possibly in such a confined space.

"I want you to touch what you were just admiring most of all."

What Wangji wants, what he will accept in this game, is specificity. He lets out a soft hum when Wei Ying finally gives him that, though is not specific enough for him to not to take advantage and tease him in the way that they both enjoy.

"Like this?" he asks, voice painted with an innocence that's fake but what any one would expect from Hanguang-jun. His hand slides from where it's covering Wei Ying's to his cock but he only presses his palm against it, adds no pressure, does not indulge either of them by wrapping his hand around him and pumping him slowly as he likes.

Wei Wuxian's breath catches in his throat at the teasing way that Lan Wangji touches him. There is definitely something enjoyable about this game as he stifles a small groan. No reason to give him that satisfaction quite yet. The piece beneath the man's palm responding to that touch.

"Mm..Close but that's not quite right. I want to feel more of that strong hand wrapped around me."

He could drag this out, really enjoy the full potential of Lan Wangji's touch on his body. A slow and tantalizing step by step of motions to draw out the sensations of his hands on him.

Wangji hums in response, a gentle sound as he does as instructed and wraps his hand around the length of Wei Ying's cock.

"Wei Ying will have to be specific. Has he not heard? Hanguang-jun is pure," which is what the inn keeper's daughter had been gossiping about as they passed, hushed but not for a cultivator's hearing. He is amused by the thought, of course, by the fact that no one would believe that he is the one with less shame between them.

this is great ♥︎

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omg i just noticed the html error so sorry ;;

Its okay <3

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