The Fearsome Yiling Patriarch

+ from his body, pinning them to the ground. He sits up straighter, grinning in triumph.

"I think I've won," he declares. "What prize do I get, hm?"

Ah he's held nice and tightly, kept nice and warm. He smiles brightly and shakes his head. "No, you caught me," he says. "Ah, did /you/ get hurt?"

He already knows he wasn't, it wasnt a rough fall, but he uses the pretend concern to his advantage to grab Lan Wangji's hands and pull them away +

+ The grin he gives doesn't hold the same teasing he'd given before and he knows it, but he attempts to anyway.

"Lan Zhan, you'll kiss anywhere else before my lips?" He pretends to pout. "Is my mouth not pretty, er-gege? Or are you going to make your poor Wei Ying beg, hm?"

+ look away, unable to handle the attention to that specific scar. He needs a moment to compose himself, to swallow around the lump in his throat and remember how to speak.

He needs to stop whatever is happening. He reaches to hold Lan Wangji's face in his hands, directing his gaze back up. +

Those words wash any lingering worries away completely, and he relaxes until a kiss is pressed to /that/ scar. He chokes on the next breath in he takes, looking down at the top of Lan Wangji's head. He went straight for it. Does he know? Did he find out? How?!

"Uh," he forces himself to +

+ feels a /mouth/ against the tail, he can't cover his mouth fast enough to stifle a moan completely. His other hand reaches back, pushing at Lan Zhan's forehead as if to try to get him away, but there's no strength left in him. He's growing limp against the table, unable to fight back.

+ after all, but he never expected to be manhandled like this. He shivers pleasantly, surprised at the arousal stirring within him as he's spread out like a feast to be eaten.

"Wait!" He cries, squirming only enough to feel the hold on his body. "Lan Zhan?! What are you doing?!"

And when he +

+ the treatment at all, in fact he starts to wiggle his hips a bit so that the tail is pressed more firmly to the other's palm.

When he's grabbed, he let's out a cry he tries to smother with one hand over his mouth. Of course he knew Lan Zhan could move him however he wanted to, he was stronger +

Feeling hands touch him somewhere that didn't exist before now...that must be why the tail is so sensitive. He's so focused on making sure his breathing doesn't sound strange that he doesn't hear the apologies given. It feels so sensitive, but good. Undeniably good. He couldn't protest +

+ rest, hm?" He settles the doll in his lap and gets to work.

The little hits barely feel like anything more than a tap. He grins and laughs, then scoops up the doll so that he can bring him to the nearest desk. He'll start researching right away and find out how to break the curse.

"Don't worry, don't worry. I'll figure this all out, why don't you just +

[ pouts at him as cutely as he can ]

if i'm sleepy though? will you cuddle me?

+ safe with the man before him. "Wh - what are you going to do?"

+ brightly, but he pauses. He's at war with his own mind, frightened for the other's safety and the words he'd spoken -

...what does he mean?

"You won't...what?" He asks, retracting just a bit. All of this is a lot for him to process, he can't help but feel wary even though he knows he's +

Watching the resentful energy coil around Lan Wangji's arm makes him suck in a sharp breath. Alright, that's not what he had expected - this is far more worrying. His hands twitch, wanting to reach out to try to help draw that power away from tainting the golden core he's certain burns +

lan zhannnnn

[ Whines and reaches for him ]

i'll sleep if you sleep with me I promise!

don't want to hmph

then i won't sleep!! (*′口`)

....irrelevant

will you sleep with me? (,,•́ . •̀,,)

head hurt....:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡

+ as they're set aside. He's much less careful with his own clothes, throwing them aside without looking where they fall.

He lifts Lan Zhan up and settles them both in the water, holding him in his lap and settling against the edge of the tub.

"Warm enough?" He asks, reaching for the soaps.

"I won't!"

Kisses to his head, then he starts filling the bath and drawing a talisman to warm the water. As it heats up he starts undressing his mate, as gently and lovingly as he can manage, folding each layer neatly. He lastly removes the hair ornaments and forehead ribbon, careful with them +

[ He sneaks around, looking for someone familiar in this strange place he's woken up in... ]

He blinks his eyes open, looking at his surroundings in confusion. Just where did he wake up??

+ forehead, over his ribbon. "Just a second, I'll make it nice and warm for you and we can soak for as long as you want."

"I have you."

He picks him up and starts heading back to their home, doing his best to return the physical affections where he can. It's hard to nuzzle back when he's carrying his mate.

When they get home he has to set him down so he can fill the bath, and he gives a kiss to Lan Zhan's +

"I'm here, I'm here."

Holds him tightly to his chest, humming a song. He doesn't point out the tears, just let's his mate cry on his shoulder if he needs it.

"My poor Lan Zhan. Shall I take you home? I'll give you a bath and cook you whatever you what, how does that sound?"

"Ah?"

He can smell it in his mate's scent. He rushes to hold him.