intimate bathing!

[matingseason]

the intimate bathing meme;

Grooming is an important part of many species' rituals. It keeps them clean, healthy, and content. And a good bath? It can change the whole tone of a day from terrible to relaxed and blissful. But nudity is sometimes viewed as a weakness - and it is almost always sexualized - so bathing is often kept a private matter. If you do share these moments with someone, they're almost always a significant other or a sexual partner. Like you're doing now. Whether it be after a battle or after sex (or before sex, even), the two of you are going to get clean. Be sure to help each other out with that, won't you? After all, there are places on the back that just can't be reached... HOW TO PLAY: Comment with your character, your prefs, etc. If there are other grooming-related practices or kinks you'd like to include, like shaving, hair washing, mention them! Reply to others!

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for qinzhen

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It had taken quite some time, for numerous reasons, but at long last Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian were properly all moved into their new home. Thankfully, too, as Wei Wuxian's patience was beginning to grow increasingly thinner by the day. He wanted to hurry up and leave their temporary residence where their belongings still partially remained boxed up in storage; granted, it isn't because there was anything particularly wrong about the place. It's the fact that this new house of theirs is one they had built, and Wei Wuxian's excitement moved much more quickly than his willingness to sit still and wait just that much longer.

There isn't very much to the house; it isn't especially large, but far from cramped. Sure, money has never been an issue, but that doesn't mean it should be flaunted and overdone in every way possible. Something simple while also aesthetically pleasing, but still fitting to their preferences: a music room and one for meditation, both equally soundproofed, as well as somewhere to train and exercise, among a few others. The view from such a position up in the mountains is breathtaking.

Wei Wuxian may already have a thing or two in mind for them when he finds his husband in their kitchen, presumably tidying up from dinner. He'd slipped away for a moment, only partially lying that he needed to use the bathroom.

"Lan Zhan~~ I'm back." He calls in an almost sing-song manner while approaching, playfully tapping a finger on one of Lan Wangji's shoulders. "You've finished, right? C'mon. I started the water already." It'll take a short bit of time, anyway, considering the size of their new, rather luxurious bathtub, but regardless.

"I'm all ready for you."

Sure enough, when he turns around, he'll find that Wei Wuxian has dressed down a fair bit, just wearing a pair of boxers and one of Lan Wangji's partly unbuttoned, longer and loosely fitted shirts. with his long hair already tied back in a messy bun.

[qinzhen]

He, too, had been eager to move into their new home. But as with all things, Lan Wangji had approached its arrangement with deliberation and care. All of their belongings, no matter how small, have been given a proper place - the end result of which is an eclectic, almost anachronistic, mix of elements in certain rooms, due to the differences in their individual preferences. It's one of many simple things about their lives together in which Lan Wangji finds peace.

He has finished drying the dinner plates when Wei Wuxian re-emerges, and Lan Wangji can tell by tone of voice alone that something awaits him. But he isn't prepared for the sight of Wei Wuxian in one of his pale blue button-downs and little else. The heat that suffuses him is a coruscating spiral of desire and affection, and for a moment, his breath catches. He decides there and then that there is a certain rightness to Wei Wuxian wearing his clothing, and that he will endeavor to have it continue into the future. For now, his fingers alight on Wei Wuxian's exposed clavicle, sliding gently under the collar and along the pale ridge of bone. When he speaks, his voice is warm.

"It suits you."

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For something so ultimately simple, the act of wearing Lan Wangji's clothes brings on a certain thrill. He loves the feel of it against his skin, and any traces of his husband's scent that lingers upon it. Wei Wuxian has to wonder a little about why he's never done so before.

He's so easily able to read even the subtle reactions and cues that Lan Wangji is expressing. (By now it simply comes naturally.) Wei Wuxian rather enjoys taking advantage of this by way of teasing the other man.

"I do aim to please." He takes a step forward when replying, maintaining direct eye contact until they're too close to do so. Still, while practically cheek to cheek, a slight, though creeping grin curls at the corners of his mouth as he catches and loosely threads his fingers with Lan Wangji's free hand.

"But, you know. . ." he continues, quiet and warm. His lips just barely brush against Lan Wangji's ear. "They're also for you to take off."

[qinzhen]

As he steps closer, Lan Wangji's hand comes to rest automatically at the small of Wei Wuxian's back. The distance between them is but a slip of paper, and his senses are full of Wei Wuxian, from his body heat to his scent. He tips his head to nip at Wei Wuxian's earlobe, a very gentle scrape of teeth.

"I intend to," he replies, ever straightforward. As much as Lan Wangji enjoys Wei Wuxian's current state of dress, (there's a small, possessive part of him that always, always, wants Wei Wuxian marked as his), there will soon be a bath waiting, after all, and more still.

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The subtle touch, familiar as it is, still brings on a warm chill. It takes Wei Wuxian a fair bit of effort to not immediately move in for a much more proper kiss, Instead (regardless), he's ever nearer. His eyes flutter shut with an exhale as he laces their fingers more securely, then slipping his free arm around Lan Wangji's waist, grasping against the back of his shirt.

"Carry me there?" On his back, in his arms, even over his shoulder; anything at all will be pleasing in ways.

[qinzhen]

It is nothing to take Wei Wuxian into his arms, and fondness surges through every inch of him. The walk to the bathroom is brief, and of course Wei Wuxian is more than capable. However, Lan Wangji knows that his partner loves to be taken care of in these little ways, just as much as he, himself, enjoys providing that sort of care. There is a balance they maintain, always, which has become as natural as breathing.

The bathroom is by no means lavish, although they had insisted on some amenities. A larger tub was a must. When they enter, it is still not quite full. After Lan Wangji gently sets Wei Wuxian back on his feet, he breathes in the steam, the scent of clean and new. Unable to resist, he reaches out to smooth a few loose strands of hair away from Wei Wuxian's cheek, tucking them behind his ear before moving in to kiss him.

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Being doted upon - by his most favorite and beloved person - is likely one of Wei Wuxian's top most guilty pleasures in life. Of course he enjoys returning the kindness as well.

He leans in against Lan Wangji's temple throughout the trip, even with the few moments that it lasted for.

The slight height difference between them is also something he rather likes. Wei Wuxian tips his head, both hands lifting to cup either side of his husband's face as he returns the kiss. He can't help but smile into it with a warm, exhaled breath. Soon enough, however, on of his hands slips down to wrap around Lan Wangji's waist, coaxing him ever closer as he takes a few slow steps back towards the sink counter.

[qinzhen]

The smile elicits one of his own- little more than a softening at the corners of his eyes that brings a warmth and intensity to Lan Wangji's expression, a rare reflection from within. His smiles have become more frequent over time; Wei Wuxian gives him many reasons to do so.

He follows the touch at his waist until he has his husband pressed against the sink counter, his hips pinning him in place. It's one of the key features of their home that he has plans for at a later date, if Wei Wuxian is willing, but for now, he cradles the back of Wei Wuxian's head as the kiss deepens, fingers slipping into his hair. He slides his other hand beneath the shirt to wander the along the length of his husband's back, trailing a soft touch down his spine.

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Wei Wuxian picked up rather early on that these expressions were for him, and him alone. (Well, relatively early, at least.) For as quiet as it is, the heart and fondness that fills it so wholly is something Wei Wuxian never imagined he would ever experience for himself. He didn't know it was honestly a thing to begin with.

Soon enough, somewhere along the line, Wei Wuxian hopelessly and helplessly found himself in love with being loved, and to be able to return those sentiments with the same amount of confidence and intensity. Maybe even more. It's enough to make him giddy.

Even so, it has him pausing for only a moment. The chill from Lan Wangji's drifting touch all at the same time leaves fire in its wake. It's a feeling he chases after by further parting his lips with a low, pleased sound from the back of his throat. Always being one who wants more and more, Wei Wuxian continues to take advantage by pressing into the kiss, nudging one of his knees between Lan Wangji's legs.

[qinzhen]

He feels privileged, as always, to see this softer side of Wei Ying, the side that accepts his affections so readily, the side that loves so wholly and completely. Lan Wangji feels bottomless in what he can give, and knows that his passions are met with equal fervor.

There is also the desirous part of him, equal in its wanting. He will never not want Wei Ying, in as many ways as he can, and with the press of Wei Ying's thigh between his legs, it's quickly becoming evident how much. His teeth close over his husband's lower lip as the kiss turns more intense, insistent, and his hands are busy as he sets about stripping off Wei Ying's borrowed shirt.

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It can be so very easy to rile Lan Wangji up, subtle as it may be to begin with. Wei Wuxian knows he has just that much of a hold upon him. Even after so long, there's a level of both excitement and smugness, even accomplishment, when he succeeds in doing so, and that much more.

It especially feels this way when Lan Wangji moves forth once again. He's hyper aware simply with slip of his clothing over the heat of his body, so much so that Wei Wuxian draws that much closer, shifting his leg inward. The gesture this time has him pressing in harder, likely making it a challenge for Lan Wangji to work his shirt off. But he really can't help himself. Due to a few certain decisions he made, more specifically when he excused himself to the bathroom earlier on, which Lan Wangji will discover soon enough, it's quite obvious through the otherwise thin material of his boxers. The movement is enough to momentarily break the kiss with a shuddered gasp. Not even thinking about what Lan Wangji is doing to his clothing, both of his hands move down to grip his husband's ass, pulling him in, while at the same time grinding forward tightly.

Reaching up with one hand, he tugs on Lan Wangji's forehead ribbon, intentionally slow, before it loosens and slips from his fingers.

[qinzhen]

When Wei Ying breaks the kiss, Lan Zhan presses his lips to the long column of his neck instead, sucking and biting bruises into the delicate skin. He feels his ribbon falling away, a cool slip of silk against his heated skin, and shudders. The shirt is open around Wei Ying's shoulders, but the two of them are so close, Wei Ying is grinding against his quickly-hardening dick, and Lan Zhan is unwilling to move long enough to pull the garment away. His hands drift down to Wei Ying's ass as he matches the movement, and for one delirious moment he has half a mind to exert just a little power and incinerate his boxers entirely.

But would never destroy Wei Ying's things, not unless he wants him to (and sometimes he does).

He freezes in place when his fingers brush against something, and the shape of it is immediately familiar.

"Wei Ying," he breathes, his fingers tracing the edge of the plug, the ring at the end of the handle. It had been another essential purchase and one they had spent considerable time evaluating. The set of seven is designed for anal training, each one of a different and increasing length and diameter. It isn't as if Wei Ying needs it; he can take Lan Zhan easily and always has, but the size differences allow for various kinds and intensities of play. The smaller ones confer a tantalizing but comfortable feeling of fullness, the larger ones stretch Wei Ying to his limits.

So this is what took Wei Ying so long. Lan Zhan feels tense and hot all over, from steam and his own desire, and suddenly aches for his husband with an affection and want he never knew was possible before they met.

The flared base on the plug prevents it from slipping but so far inside, but Lan Zhan takes hold of it anyway, pressing it deeper into Wei Ying in a slow grind, before pulling back and repeating the motion, a taste of what he wants to do to him, and soon.

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In ways, should one step back and consider, the fact that they spent such a time picking and choosing which toys to buy is a certain kind of amusing. A good variety was an absolute must. Those, along with other such items, including (but not limited to): ribbons and ties of different textures, means to aid with positions, the usual penetrating and vibrating, and of course flavored lube and condoms. All of these are kept neat, clean and organized, some tucked away in different parts of the house. It's never pleasing to break the mood.

It's true that Wei Ying took a bit of time after excusing himself from the kitchen. Not much was needed to work himself up. Especially not, seeing that this is an idea he had planned for earlier on during the day. By the time he approached Lan Zhan again, his skin was already warm and showing upon his face, the whole of him craving and desperate to be touched. It isn't the very first time that he's done something like this for his husband, nor will it be the last. Lan Zhan's expressions and reactions are more exciting and pleasing each and every time.

Trying to decide on how he wants to move next is far easier said than done. A tip of his head lets him give Lan Zhan all the more room. Grinding forward adds all the more pressure and friction to his rapidly stiffening cock, and the heated, prickling chill of the smooth fabric of Lan Zhan's shirt against his nipples. However, it's the way his one hand moves that pulls a more unabashed, keening moan from the back of Wei Ying's throat, his hips stuttering back with a harder grind. No, it isn't very much compared to the whole, satisfying way that Lan Zhan fills him, but still more than something to be desired.

At the moment, Wei Ying is only more able (willing) enough to bring his hands around again, both clumsily hurrying to undo the fastenings of Lan Zhan's pants. Although, only one ends up doing so, as the other grips his husband's cock through his pants, seeking to add more attention to around the head. He continues to grind against Lan Zhan's hand, aching to fuck himself on the toy.

All the while, the water level in the tub grows higher and higher. Wei Ying is too caught up with his trembling breath, broken pleas of his husbands name, and desperately needing to remove his clothing.