“Wei Ying,” hisses Lan Wangji as the other boy drags him out of the Library Pavillion. “You — you cannot keep doing this.”
“I can’t keep doing this? It takes two to do this,” says Wei Wuxian, grinning from ear to ear as they make their way out to a secluded clearing in the gardens, set far back from the rest of the buildings. Here, a magnolia tree sheds its fragrant petals against a crisp spring breeze. “You could have said no, you know.”
Lan Wangji purses his lips. “I was not aware that was an option,” he mutters.
Wei Wuxian laughs. “Now you’re just playing coy,” he says, leaning against the trunk of the tree and beckoning him closer. “Now then, Lan er-gege, where were we in our lessons?”
Lan Wangji swallows and complies, noting the tangles of leaves and twigs in Wei Wuxian’s wild hair, the smudge of dirt on his cheek, the sun-kissed freckles along his nose like little dusty stars. “If we are caught, we could be punished for promiscuity.”
Wei Wuxian laughs at that. “But we haven’t even gotten into the worst of it!” he exclaims, fondly running a hand along Lan Wangji’s cheek. Lan Wangji suspects his own face may be streaked with dirt now. He’s a bit terrified at how much that excites him.
“The worst?” he breathes. “What do you mean?”
“Well, that’s things that would definitely be considered obscene,” teases Wei Wuxian, now twirling Lan Wangji’s hair around his finger. “But… there’s nothing wrong with kissing, is there?”
Lan Wangji exhales. “No,” he agrees. Wei Wuxian grins.
“Well, then, there you have it.” Slowly, he tangles his hands further in Lan Wangji’s hair, mussing up his careful hairstyle. Lan Wangji’s heart stutters in anticipation. “Let’s review our kisses, yeah?”
“Mm,” concedes Lan Wangji, and leans in to capture Wei Wuxian’s lips with his own.