straight boy wei ying making a game out of stealing articles of clothing from his best friend lan zhan's apartment without him noticing and then texting him pics of him wearing them when he gets home

it starts in winter, with wwx asking to borrow a hoodie, and then wanting to give it back but being like :/ about not having anything that smells like lan zhan anymore, so he just secretly swaps it out for a sweater and then send him a selfie in it

lwj keeps buying softer and softer sweaters, almost like he WANTS wwx to steal them, what is he supposed to do, resist temptation? plus they go fancy places together sometimes and it just makes more sense for him to wear lwj's objectively much nicer clothes

it just sort of... keeps happening once it starts getting warmer, and wwx swaps out a sweater for one of lwj's very thin overly expensive white t-shirts even though it's loose on him and sits too low over his collarbones.

he maybe sleeps in it, bc it's SO comfy, but he's pretty sure the selfie he sends to lwj in the morning doesn't make that obvious. he made an effort to fix his hair, even. he could just be chilling in bed.

meanwhile lan zhan has a) started meditating again for self control reasons and b) set up google alerts for online sales of clothes wei ying would like

once again I am as a person caught between "overly expensive but boring clothes" lan zhan and "overtly queer fashion icon" lan zhan bc, on the one hand, lwj going insane over wwx in plain white t-shirts is very good. on the other hand, wwx straight up stealing a harness

I guess this is solved by "lwj buys a harness so wwx will steal it" which is the best of both worlds. it's lwj's colors, though, white leather. it goes missing for a full week w no pics while wwx a) googles how to wear it & b) loses his mind over the idea that LAN ZHAN wears it

where does lwj wear it? why has he never worn it where wwx can see? does he go to parties without wei ying? are they. are they sex parties? does lan zhan go to sex parties?? are you supposed to wear clothes under these things??? presumably not to sex parties, but????

the best way to find out is to ask, so he takes a pic of himself in it—no shirt, it's not like lwj hasn't seen him shirtless!—and sends it with "lan zhan where do you even wear this kind of thing :0"

it takes lan zhan a long time to answer, which is unusual - he's such an attentive best friend! - and then he says "fashion events," and wwx is like ah shit i SHOULD have worn a shirt and then lwj says, "and sex parties, occasionally" and wwx nearly drops his phone

"!!!!!!!!" he sends, & then, before he thinks it through, "lan zhan! i didn't know you went to those, what do you do there?"

a pause. "i believe the name is self-explanatory."

"well, sure, but we never talk about sex haha. what are you, like, into"

best buddies know this stuff about each other, right? wwx doesn't have a lot of close male friendships but he's pretty sure this is normal, even if lwj is gay. and it's less weird over text, and lwj would say something if he was uncomfortable! so it's fine.

another pause, & wwx can picture lwj's face, steady, regarding him. deciding if he's worthy to know the details of his sex life.

"I like to be in control," the text comes, & wwx is having trouble breathing—maybe he tightened the harness too much. he squirms but doesn't loosen it

"that's hot," he sends, & then realizes what he's said, and scrambles to follow up. he types "I mean, if I were a girl—" but that's wrong, bc lwj is gay, so he erases it, & then types, "if I were a g—" but he IS a guy, so that doesn't work either. he's really messed this one up!!

"if i weren't straight I mean and I went to sex parties, and you were there, it'd be hot that that's what you would want," he finally manages. "you must be really popular at these things haha"

nailed it. flawless recovery.

"what would you want?"

wwx stares at the text. it's just—information exchange, right? he'd asked what lwj was into, it's only fair that he return the question. but. he hasn't, quite. he's not asking what wwx is into, but what he WOULD be into, in his hypothetical.

if. if he were into men. if he were into men, and he were at a sex party, and lwj was there. "what would you want?"

he licks his lips. his mouth is so dry. he—he doesn't know. but that's what's so perfect about lwj being there, right? lwj knows him, & lwj wants to be in control.

he could just. let him. he /would/ just let him, he realizes. he imagines being in a room full of people, but held by lwj's gaze, by lwj's harness wrapped around his chest. imagines having all of lwj's attention. imagines being wanted, wanted /most/, and aches.

suddenly he's not having fun anymore. it's not real, this weird daydream; he's not into men & lwj doesn't want him. he struggles out of the harness & drops it in the corner, then feels bad abt mistreating lwj's things & tries to fold it. probably you're supposed to hang them up.

he drapes it over his desk chair as compromise bc he doesn't have any free hangers and drops backwards onto his bed, still in his jeans. it's only when his phone vibrates against the floor that he realizes he never actually responded to lan zhan.

"wei ying?" lwj has sent, & then, vibrating in his hand: "I apologize if i overstepped."

"no!!" he sends immediately, because, god, wwx is the one fucking this up, as usual. "you're fine i just" & then, disjointedly, separate texts: "weird hypothetical idk" "bc i'm straight"

"straight people do attend sex parties," lwj texts, somehow managing to convey his dry tone, and wwx swallows, hard. oh. oh, of course, he hadn't—he hadn't ever meant to ask what wwx would want from /him/. of course he hadn't, wwx is such an idiot.

"though perhaps not the same ones," lwj continues, and wwx sends him a wildly disingenuous series of laughing emojis. he presses a hand over his eyes. god. he's so glad he'd swallowed down his brief urge to respond to what he thought lwj was asking.

"hypothetically, i'd let you do whatever you wanted to me" would have been an insane thing to text your best friend. bullet fucking dodged. he should feel relieved, not weirdly hurt. he takes a breath. "well I don't really know," he types. "not a ton of experience over here."

"you date," lan zhan responds.

wwx snorts to himself. "date, yes. singular is right, i'm an expert on first dates. not enough of one to get second dates, though."

another long pause. lwj must be really distracted tonight. then: "wei ying. are you a virgin?"

"no," says wei ying, and then, "well, maybe? the concept of virginity is a social construct, lan zhan, I thought you were more woke than this."

he can see lwj's unimpressed face in his head. he grins at his ceiling. "i've done, like, hand stuff," he continues. "it was fine."

lwj still hasn't said anything, but that's not unusual, for their text conversations. if anything, he's been remarkably forthcoming tonight. "I had no idea our experience levels were so mismatched," wei ying teases. "maybe you should help this poor virgin out."

"take me to a sex party or something, show me the ropes," he continues, and then realizes. "oh, but you said they were separate parties, right? that's too bad. but maybe you know someone? someone, like, bi, or whatever, that does both?"

a response, finally, neutrally: "maybe."

wwx swallows. "sorry," he texts. "that's crossing a line, maybe. obviously if you wanted me included in this part of your life we'd have talked about it before now haha"

"i said occasionally & meant it. it is not a large part of my life," lwj responds.

that, weirdly, makes wwx feel better. the idea that lwj was some kind of—sex fiend, casually domming people every weekend or whatever, is. it makes wwx's stomach squirm unpleasantly in a way he doesn't want to think about.

"but if wei ying wishes it, I will ask around."

wwx thinks about that. it would, of course, be nice to have sex. obviously. but being in a room full of people for that express purpose, without lan zhan there to steady him, make him feel less alone... "no thanks lol" he texts. "i was just messing around"

"i kind of want it to mean something, you know?" he continues. "there probably have been some first dates that could've had happy endings, if you know what I mean, but. it never felt right." he gnaws on his lip. "it's not like I'm waiting for The One or anything haha i just"

"i want it to be someone who won't forget about me in a month, is all," he says finally, which is pathetic as hell, but. whatever. "silly."

this time, lwj's response is instantaneous. "not silly. you deserve that." the little bubble that means he's typing remains for a long time

finally:

"you deserve someone who wants you, fully, for who you are, and who will help you know what you like."

wwx takes a little breath, then has to rub his eye. it's so—stupidly close to his little daydream, to how he imagined he'd feel, if. lwj really is the perfect friend.

for some reason, though, all it does is make him sad. "lan zhan," he texts. "if i weren't straight"

he stops. what's wrong with him tonight, caught in these weird alternate universes? "nevermind. i should sleep. i mean, YOU should sleep - it's so late for you."

the bubble appears again, and then disappears, like lwj has changed his mind. "alright," he says at last. "goodnight, wei ying."

"gnight " wwx sends, then shimmies out of his jeans pulls on lwj's shirt that he still hasn't returned, & curls up in stubborn, unthinking ball.

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wwx tries, harder, after that, with dating. he's never really prioritized it, being pretty chill with his social life as it is. he's got the best best friend in the world, who needs a girlfriend? but. now it feels like there's some weird, like, power imbalance, when they hang out

he knows lwj would never think less of him for being a virgin but it's still—it's just weird! and he should get on with it, anyway, or whatever. so he dates, more. and lwj, being the aforementioned best best friend in the world, helps him get ready

wwx wears his own clothes, bc—whatever. but one day he's getting ready in lwj's bedroom mirror, messing w his hair—put it up? keep it down?—& he sees, on the dresser, a sort of choker. more like a collar, really, white leather, like the harness he'd snuck back into lwj's closet.

wwx swallows and picks it up. lwj is somewhere else—in the kitchen, he thinks, letting wwx have his privacy, and. wwx slips the collar around his neck and fastens it at the back. he pulls his hair into a ponytail, exposing his throat.

it's. it looks nice. like the harness, wwx wonders why lwj has it—he likes to be in control, he'd said, and this kind of thing sort of spoke to the opposite of that, right? unless. unless lwj wore the harness & then put this on his, his partner, for the night, so they matched?

he swallows against the leather, and that alone feels. wow. he thinks about the other boys that might've worn this. thinks about them, swallowing against it, thinks about what might have made them swallow. /what/ they might have been swallowing. he feels hot all over.

he raises a hand to tug at it. would lwj pull it tighter? slip his fingers against the nape of wwx's neck & twist? the thought alone makes his breath grow short, shallow, makes his lips part.

"wei ying," lwj says from the doorway.

wwx spins to face him, hand still raised.

lwj is holding a cup of tea—presumably for wwx. for a moment, he is absolutely stock-still. wwx has never been caught in the act before, and while lwj obviously knows he wears his stuff, they've never actually /addressed/ it. certainly not in person.

for a second wwx thinks lwj might be mad at him - the hand not wrapped around the mug flexes, once, in midair - but then lwj sets down the tea on his bedside table and crosses the room to him in two long strides. his eyes drop to wwx's throat.

"do you like it?" he asks. his voice is low, & something in it sends a spark shivering up wwx's spine. he resists a wild urge to raise his chin, show off.

"yeah," he says, & it comes out breathy, almost a whisper. he tears his gaze away from lwj & looks at himself in the mirror.

it's. worse. bc he can still see lwj, standing close, how tall he is, how broad his shoulders in his soft t-shirt—one of the ones wwx had stolen for a while—but he can also see his own face, the color in his cheeks, down his throat, highlighting the white leather against his skin

lwj lifts a hand—wwx watches it, in the mirror, mesmerized—and places it on wwx's shoulder. it's a perfectly innocent touch, unremarkable, and then he runs his thumb over the clasp on the collar and wwx has to slam his eyes closed, clenching his jaw, hard.

there's a rushing in his ears, & he almost misses it when lwj asks, still in that low tone, "will you wear it on your date?"

his—fuck, his /date/. he'd completely forgotten; he'd forgotten anything existed at all outside this room & lwj's gaze on him & the warmth of his hand.

"haa," he manages, more breath than word, and blinks his eyes open. lwj is watching him in the mirror, eyes dark and steady. "uh. yes?" he licks his lips. "I—yes."

he wonders if the other boys call lwj "sir," & then instantly stops thinking about that, forever. he has a date.

a date with a girl! a girl he likes, for reasons he is having a hard time bringing to mind right now. he blows out a breath, tucks some loose strands of hair behind his ear, and smiles at lwj in the mirror. "what do you think?" he asks. "dateable?"

lwj's hand tightens on his shoulder—not hard, but enough to bring a little of that rushing back to wwx's brain—and then he lets go. "mn," he says. "drink your tea, wei ying."

"yessir," says wwx automatically, and then wants to fling himself into the sun.

he drinks his tea. he goes on his date. he remembers why he likes this girl—she's an astrophysicist, which is just adjacent enough to stuff he knows about that he can learn a lot from conversation but contribute without feeling dumb. or he could. usually. previously.

today he is having—concentration problems. he'll be doing fine, absolutely vibing with her description of her phd research, and then he'll take a sip of wine and swallow and the collar will make itself known and then he spaces out so hard he misses six key points of her argument.

he can still hear the way lwj had asked him if he liked it. he remembers the text message from the other day— someone who will help you know what you like.

would his date, if he asked? would she take him home & twist her fingers in the collar, just to see what sounds he made?

she might. they could even cast it as a science experiment, and there's an appealing severeness to her, a reserve he'd like to get behind. but. he realizes he doesn't want that. not tonight, not with her, not. it's lan zhan's collar, he shouldn't—not with someone else.

his body doesn't seem to get the message, though, because he remains distractingly half-hard the entire dinner, & when she kisses his cheek & tells him she'd like to do this again he agrees & then halfway down the block realizes he's gotten a second date. huh. must be the collar.

he should be pleased. he should go home and collapse into bed and be smug that at last his dating efforts are paying off, and maybe jerk off to the idea of. of fucking her, next time, or whatever.

instead, he goes back to lan zhan's.

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it's not too late—they hadn't lingered, at the restaurant—but still late enough that lwj might already be asleep. wwx rings his doorbell anyway. he should return the collar. and. there's an energy under his skin, a fluttering, racing thing. he needs to see him. confirm—something.

there's no response at first. wwx rings the bell again, & then immediately feels guilty for it. lwj is asleep. he hadn't been expecting—he'd probably assumed wwx would go home with his date, or still be out with her, there was no reason to think he'd come crawl—

the door opens.

lan zhan is shirtless, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. he doesn't look sleepy, but he looks—rumpled, his hair coming loose from its braid. "wei ying?" he asks, concern lining his beautiful face. "are you okay?"

"sorry," says wwx. "i'm fine, I just—can I—"

he slips past lwj without waiting for a response, then turns to drink him in, some of the anxious energy running through him settling as he allows his eyes to run over the planes of lwj's back, his shoulders, the dip above his ass. he lets himself look, and he lets himself want.

"wei ying," lwj says again, still in the doorway. "I—"

"I know it's late," says wwx in a rush, "but I—I had to see you." He swallows. He—he's not sure where to begin, how to put this longing into words. "I—"

"lan zhan?" says an unfamiliar voice. "what's going on?"

wwx turns.

there's a boy—a man. emerging from lan zhan's bedroom. he's pretty, wwx registers through his shock, shorter than either lwj or him. slender. delicate wrists, one of which has a pair of padded handcuffs hanging off it, & he's wearing. he's wearing lan zhan's shirt.

he must've picked it up off the floor where lwj had left it, to come investigate wwx interrupting their—date? hook-up?—but the sight makes wwx's chest hurt, sharp. he—he can't look at lan zhan, but he can't keep looking at this dude, either, knowing—he forces a laugh.

"oh my god," he says. "I am SO sorry—I'll get out of your hair, bro, I should've texted—" he's already moving toward the door, skirting around lwj, when lwj catches his wrist.

"wei ying," he says, eyes on his face, & wwx stares—anywhere else, & does everything he can not to cry.

"i'm good," he reassures lwj. "It's all good, lan zhan, I—um. I got a second date." he pastes on a smile & tugs his wrist away. "enjoy your evening," he manages, & flees.

behind him, he hears lwj snap, "xuanyu, take that off," & hunches his shoulders. ha. right back to business.

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The next day wwx wakes up still wearing lwj’s collar, refuses to take it off out of some kind of weird self-flagellation, and breaks things off with astrophysics girl.

“I’m really sorry,” he texts her. “I’d like to be friends, but I’m going through a whole thing right now where I’m coming to terms with feelings for my best friend and even though nothing will probably ever happen I wouldn’t be able to—“

He erases that and starts over.

“sorry, but can we just be bros? having a sexuality crisis u don’t wanna have to deal with lol”

much better.

He receives: “wait r u not out? I def assumed u were bi lmk if you emerge out the other side and wanna get pegged” so like, she’s way cooler than he deserves anyway.

/I def assumed you were bi./ He runs his hands over his face. Is that—is he?

If he is, does he have to tell lan zhan?

It’s—he feels both like he’s the only one wwx wants to know—the only one who deserves to know—& like he can’t, ever. bc the moment he knows wwx isn’t straight, the whole thing comes crashing down, the entire—stupid structure of joking flirtation he’s had going on for so long.

all the times he’s thrown himself into lan zhan’s lap, all the times he’s gotten hard when lan zhan gives him a massage after practice, all the “gege’s” & questions abt what lwj likes in bed, it.

once there’s a serious note in that symphony it shifts the key of the whole thing, from friendship to obvious, overbearing, unwelcome desire.

lwj would let him down easy, ofc. he would never touch wwx’s heart with anything but the gentlest hands. but he would still let him down.

But he hasn’t, not yet. & maybe wwx doesn’t have to tell him anything at all. It’s just—it’s just new, this self-knowledge; new and getting in his way. He just has to pretend nothing has changed, and he’ll—not get over it, bc the idea of getting over lwj is laughable, but.

Maybe get used to it, enough that it could live beside other feelings, other wants, even if just temporary ones. maybe he /will/ come out the other side of this and want to get pegged.

He takes the collar off to shower, washing his hair and his body with brutal efficiency so he doesn’t have to remember the boy from last night, the way lwj’s hair was mussed from his hands. And then he puts it back on, and takes a selfie.

it's different than the one he would’ve taken, before. he recognizes now the ways he’s always pushing, always desperate for lwj’s eyes on him. This time, he just smiles. no biting his lip, no touching the collar, just—smiling, & trying to show lwj his fondness, not his want.

“come over,” lwj texts him immediately. “or I can come to you.”

he gnaws at his thumbnail. he’s not sure he wants to be in lwj’s space, right now. he wonders if the boy from last night—xuanyu—stayed over. he wonders if lwj made him breakfast. lwj makes /him/ breakfast, when.

He thinks if he has to go over and see two mugs in lwj’s sink, he might throw one at the wall.

“you come here,” he says, and then, for an excuse, “I’ll get those pastries you like from the place on the corner.”

he doesn’t actually manage to get off his ass until lwj’s almost there, though, and then darts out at the last minute and has to jog back and ends up meeting lwj at his own front door. “hey,” he says, grinning up at him, and lwj says, “wei ying,” and maybe everything is fine.

once they’re inside, lwj accepts a pastry with grace, refuses wwx’s offer of tea, and takes his usual seat at wax’s kitchen counter. it’s all—familiar. normal. absolutely fine. “so,” wwx chirps, “did you have a good night?”

lwj hums, neutral, which. wwx isn’t sure why he expected anything else, it’s not like he wants lwj to give him details & he wouldn’t, anyway, & then he says, “mo xuanyu left shortly after you did.”

“Oh,” says wwx, intensely relieved. “ah, I’m sorry, I fucked up the mood, huh.”

lwj frowns, which isn’t really a no, and wwx’s stomach twists with guilt in the wake of his relief. “It upset you,” he says. “Seeing him.”

“no,” wwx says instantly, and then winces. “I—no.”

lwj just waits. no one waits quite like lan zhan; the silence is not expectant, exactly, just deeply, unbearably /empty/, and wwx knows from long experience that lwj will not be the one to break it.

“It just—I didn’t like,” that it wasn’t me you were handcuffing to your bed, “seeing him in your shirt, it. it’s stupid. but that feels like—my thing.”

“he did not have permission to wear my clothes,” lwj says coldly. wwx is only almost too sad for that tone to do things to him.

he laughs, a little hysterically. “lan zhan,” he says. “neither do i.”

lwj looks at him for a long moment, his expression—odd, complicated. “it is different,” he says at last.

wwx snorts. “sure,” he says. “you don’t want me.”

it’s not—he doesn’t really mean to say it, it just happens, & then he can’t do anything about it, can’t—unwiden lwj’s eyes, can’t reclaim the normalcy of the day.

“wei ying,” lwj says.

wwx winces, not looking at his face. “ah. forget I said that, please? it—it doesn’t matter.”

"would it?" lwj asks. his voice sounds a little strained.

wwx blinks and looks at him. his eyes are still so wide. "what?"

"would it matter," lwj says, more steadily this time. "if i did."

wwx feels himself flush, a sick, full-body rush. "I."

lwj stands up.

he paces over to wwx's chair, but doesn't reach out to touch him. "the other night," he says, "you began a sentence to me that you never finished."

wwx has a moment of confusion—surely he's done that a lot, it's kind of how he talks—and then realizes. /if i weren't straight/.

"ah," he says, & swallows hard, lifting his eyes to the ceiling. "i. yes."

he expects more interminable, torturous silence, but lwj nods—he can see it out of the corner of his eye—as if pleased wwx has allowed him to bring it up. "would you mind if i suggested an ending to it?"

wwx blinks. "no? um. go—go ahead."

lwj nods again. he's well within wwx's personal space, but still not touching. it's wildly distracting, enough that it takes a minute for wwx to process what he says next.

"if you were not straight, and you wanted it, I would take you apart. I would tie you down and learn every inch of your body. I would suck you off and then open you up, slow and thorough, until you were begging."

"if you were not straight, and you wanted me, I wouldn’t let you leave my bed for days, wearing nothing but my collar.” He pauses, considering. “Maybe my shirt.”

wwx stares at him, ears ringing, lips parted. “lan—lan zhan?”

lwj raises a hand & finally, finally touches him, fingertips against his jaw. “If you were not straight, & you wanted me, I would kiss you right now," he says, "& show you that I have always wanted you, as I have always loved you." the corner of his mouth turns up. "hopelessly."

wwx stares at him. "fuck," he breathes. "god. lan zhan. kiss me."

lwj makes a small sound—as if he wasn't the one who'd just delivered a speech so hot it completely destroyed wwx's ability to process human language—and leans down as wwx leans up.

for a moment it's soft, unbelievably so, and then his fingers tighten on wwx's jaw and wwx whimpers, opening his mouth to him and surrendering to the sure sweep of lwj's tongue. it's—god, wwx has kissed people but in this moment he's not really sure he's ever /been/ kissed.

he reaches up and wraps his arms around lwj's broad shoulders, letting lwj haul him upward, only nominally to his feet, before hoisting him even higher. he sets wwx's ass on the kitchen counter, the hand on his jaw dropping down to his throat as he continues to devour his mouth.

wwx can't stop making stupid, broken little noises against his lips, and when lwj slips his fingers under the collar he keens, high and embarrassing. lwj breaks the kiss to pull back and stare at his face, one eyebrow slightly raised in question.

"yes," says wwx, nodding wildly. "yes, lan zhan, ple—"

lwj pulls the collar tight, cutting him off. his other hand is in wwx's hair, suddenly, pulling his head back, making him arch. wwx thrusts his hips up, against nothing, scrabbles at his shoulders, trying to pull in air.

he has no leverage, nothing to push off against, his heels drumming ineffectually against the cabinets below him, but he needs—he needs—

lwj lets the collar loosen, & wwx gasps, taking in three huge breaths before he tightens it again.

lwj releases wwx's hair to skim over his chest, thumb over his nipple through his shirt, & wwx shakes, curls, catches his hand & holds it. an anchor, to keep him from floating away. he thinks, hysterically, of telling lwj he'd done 'hand stuff'. he had; it hadn't felt like this.

lwj lets the collar go again, and wwx gulps sweet, cool air. lwj leans in to mouth over the mark the leather must have left in his skin. "good," he murmurs, his voice shifted low and rough. "wei ying is so good for me."

wwx—comes, entirely untouched.

"oh," he says, when he can form words again. "um."

lwj seems to—shake himself, unfreezing & stepping back, a little, to look at him. he doesn't let go of wwx's hand, though, so he can't be too disappointed.

"ah, ha. embarrassing," says wwx, face unbearably hot. "um. sorry."

lwj stares at him, his eyes so, so dark and a little bit wild. "sorry," he repeats, as if disbelieving.

"I can still—I can suck your dick?" his own gives a little half-hearted kick in his ruined jeans at the thought, & he rephrases. "I would really like to suck your dick."

lwj takes a sharp breath, his eyes going even darker, & then shakes his head. "no," he says.

wwx blinks at him, dismayed. "no? you don't want—"

"not yet," lwj says firmly, leans in to scoop him up, cradling him against his chest.

"first i will eat you out until you are hard again," he says, matter-of-fact, as if they do dirty talk like this every time he comes over for pastries. "after your second orgasm, maybe third, then you may blow me."

"okay," says wwx, dazed, and leans his head against lwj's pecs.

"so, like, three days from now, then," he jokes, and when lwj huffs, amused, his heart /sings/. "lan zhan," he breathes. "lan zhan. I love you."

lwj takes a tiny breath, and the amusement in his face melts into something even softer, pleased and amazed and so, so beautiful.

"I hope you know I'm never wearing my own clothes again," he warns as lwj carries him towards his bedroom. "it's nothing but boyfriend shirts from now on."

he holds his breath—it's presumptuous, to say the least. but lwj just pulls him closer. "good," he says, & kisses him slow.

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