Lan Wangji is not certain of the last time someone touched him like this. Treatment by a doctor or someone acting as one is different, of course. Even more different, and utterly treasured, is the passion that runs between him and Wei Ying now. But this--
No one touches the icy, remote, peerless Second Jade of Lan. Not casually, and certainly not with such intent. No one reaches for Hanguang-jun, not in passing, and never like this.
No one but Wei Ying. Wei Ying, who has always been easy to touch, who for so long thought nothing of slinging his arm around another's shoulders, of friendly, warm camaraderie, and who cannot possibly realize just how overwhelming that is to him, just how much it means. Wei Ying, who ignored the distance that Lan Wangji had tried to set between himself and the rest of the world from the start, and who now has become the most beloved person in it.
He closes his eyes, tries to steady his breathing, and gives himself over to the sensation of being cared for, with love.
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Lan Wangji is not certain of the last time someone touched him like this. Treatment by a doctor or someone acting as one is different, of course. Even more different, and utterly treasured, is the passion that runs between him and Wei Ying now. But this--
No one touches the icy, remote, peerless Second Jade of Lan. Not casually, and certainly not with such intent. No one reaches for Hanguang-jun, not in passing, and never like this.
No one but Wei Ying. Wei Ying, who has always been easy to touch, who for so long thought nothing of slinging his arm around another's shoulders, of friendly, warm camaraderie, and who cannot possibly realize just how overwhelming that is to him, just how much it means. Wei Ying, who ignored the distance that Lan Wangji had tried to set between himself and the rest of the world from the start, and who now has become the most beloved person in it.
He closes his eyes, tries to steady his breathing, and gives himself over to the sensation of being cared for, with love.