“Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi,” the deceptively calm voice of Lan Wangji called out, “What do you think you are you doing?”
Sizhui froze mid kiss, his mouth planted firmly on Jingyi’s and his hands still buried in the other’s tousled hair with the clan headband tangled into his fingers. It took a few seconds longer for Jingyi to catch up to the situation, but once he did, the speed at which he stood up from the bed and straightened his appearance was frightening.
Turning slowly to look at his fathers—Lan Wangji standing in the middle of Sizhui’s room looking as stern as ever, while Wei Wuxian remained leaning against the doorjamb, grinning approvingly.
To Sizhui’s horror, he was too stunned to remember that Jingyi had this habit of speaking his mind even in front of someone like Lan Wangji.
“We were kissing, Hanguang Jun,” Jingyi replied, bowing deeply, and being at least mindful enough to use the honorific title. “That is what people do when they are in love.” Sizhui heard Wei Wuxian barely stifle a snicker.
“I am aware,” Lan Wangji replied, not really sounding angry, but more... teacherly? “My inquiry was not aimed at the action itself but the technique.” Now that he dared to take a better look, Sizhui noticed his father was did not appear reproachful, but more concerned. Jingyi also lifted his head a bit, looking confused but curious.
“What my dear husband means,” Wei Wuxian interrupted, stepping beside Lan Wangji and giving him a big smooch on the cheek—which after a year of being married only got a slight crinkling of brow in return. Lan Wangji might be loving and passionate towards his soulmate, but preferably not in public.
“Is that you’re doing it wrong,” Wei Wuxian finished, flashing them a radiant smile. “Should we give them a demonstration?” he asked Lan Wangji teasingly, fingers tracing the cloud pattern on the lapel of his robe in a manner that caused Sizhui to blush and look away.
“No!” Lan Wangji and Sizhui hastily answered in unison, followed by a slightly hopeful “Yes?” from Jingyi. While Sizhui did agree that maybe their kissing had been more on the passionate side than experienced, the thought of his fathers giving them a visual lesson made his face red as a ripe apple.
“Since you have such a talent for talking,” Lan Wangji told Wei Wuxian before turning to leave, “I believe you are more than capable explaining things through words alone.” There was a hint of red colouring the tips of his ears, a feat that only Wei Wuxian could achieve. He walked to the door, stopping there for a moment.
“Finding your zhījǐ is a blessing, Ah-Yuan,” Lan Wangji said softly, glancing at Wei Wuxian with that certain warmth reserved only for his soulmate. “Treasure each other.” Then, in a flash of white robes he was gone.
“We will, father,” Sizhui said quietly in the silence, smiling. His father did not need to hear his answer to know what it would be.
“We will, father!” Jingyi shouted loud enough for the whole dormitory to hear, bowing at the doorway and grinning ear to ear. “I will treasure your son for all my life and mphh hm mm mph hh mmm!” Sizhui finally managed to get over his shock and move, covering Jingyi’s mouth with his hand before anything more spilled out. Wei Wuxian burst out laughing, unable to hold his amusement in any longer.
“Ah-Yuan, and you, cheeky little imp,” he said, smiling and pointing at each in turn, and then he rushed over and pulled them into a crushing hug. “Lan Zhan and I are both happy for you, you know that right?”
“Mm,” both boys answered with what little breath they had left.
“But now,” Wei Wuxian said, pulling back and giving them a mischievous look, “it’s time for your lesson on kissing.” Sizhui could already feel himself blushing again, but Jingyi’s eyes brightened at the prospect. Yet Sizhui couldn’t be happier. He had his soulmate, and he had the two best fathers in the world.
“You see, you’re not just supposed to smush your mouths together,” Wei Wuxian began, leading them to sit on the edge of the bed, and Sizhui could feel they were in for a lengthy lecture. “To start with, there are a lot more intricate ways to kiss, like for example...”
Fill: Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, first time they catch their son kissing his lover (Lan Sizhui POV)
Sizhui froze mid kiss, his mouth planted firmly on Jingyi’s and his hands still buried in the other’s tousled hair with the clan headband tangled into his fingers. It took a few seconds longer for Jingyi to catch up to the situation, but once he did, the speed at which he stood up from the bed and straightened his appearance was frightening.
Turning slowly to look at his fathers—Lan Wangji standing in the middle of Sizhui’s room looking as stern as ever, while Wei Wuxian remained leaning against the doorjamb, grinning approvingly.
To Sizhui’s horror, he was too stunned to remember that Jingyi had this habit of speaking his mind even in front of someone like Lan Wangji.
“We were kissing, Hanguang Jun,” Jingyi replied, bowing deeply, and being at least mindful enough to use the honorific title. “That is what people do when they are in love.” Sizhui heard Wei Wuxian barely stifle a snicker.
“I am aware,” Lan Wangji replied, not really sounding angry, but more... teacherly? “My inquiry was not aimed at the action itself but the technique.” Now that he dared to take a better look, Sizhui noticed his father was did not appear reproachful, but more concerned. Jingyi also lifted his head a bit, looking confused but curious.
“What my dear husband means,” Wei Wuxian interrupted, stepping beside Lan Wangji and giving him a big smooch on the cheek—which after a year of being married only got a slight crinkling of brow in return. Lan Wangji might be loving and passionate towards his soulmate, but preferably not in public.
“Is that you’re doing it wrong,” Wei Wuxian finished, flashing them a radiant smile. “Should we give them a demonstration?” he asked Lan Wangji teasingly, fingers tracing the cloud pattern on the lapel of his robe in a manner that caused Sizhui to blush and look away.
“No!” Lan Wangji and Sizhui hastily answered in unison, followed by a slightly hopeful “Yes?” from Jingyi. While Sizhui did agree that maybe their kissing had been more on the passionate side than experienced, the thought of his fathers giving them a visual lesson made his face red as a ripe apple.
“Since you have such a talent for talking,” Lan Wangji told Wei Wuxian before turning to leave, “I believe you are more than capable explaining things through words alone.” There was a hint of red colouring the tips of his ears, a feat that only Wei Wuxian could achieve. He walked to the door, stopping there for a moment.
“Finding your zhījǐ is a blessing, Ah-Yuan,” Lan Wangji said softly, glancing at Wei Wuxian with that certain warmth reserved only for his soulmate. “Treasure each other.” Then, in a flash of white robes he was gone.
“We will, father,” Sizhui said quietly in the silence, smiling. His father did not need to hear his answer to know what it would be.
“We will, father!” Jingyi shouted loud enough for the whole dormitory to hear, bowing at the doorway and grinning ear to ear. “I will treasure your son for all my life and mphh hm mm mph hh mmm!” Sizhui finally managed to get over his shock and move, covering Jingyi’s mouth with his hand before anything more spilled out. Wei Wuxian burst out laughing, unable to hold his amusement in any longer.
“Ah-Yuan, and you, cheeky little imp,” he said, smiling and pointing at each in turn, and then he rushed over and pulled them into a crushing hug. “Lan Zhan and I are both happy for you, you know that right?”
“Mm,” both boys answered with what little breath they had left.
“But now,” Wei Wuxian said, pulling back and giving them a mischievous look, “it’s time for your lesson on kissing.” Sizhui could already feel himself blushing again, but Jingyi’s eyes brightened at the prospect. Yet Sizhui couldn’t be happier. He had his soulmate, and he had the two best fathers in the world.
“You see, you’re not just supposed to smush your mouths together,” Wei Wuxian began, leading them to sit on the edge of the bed, and Sizhui could feel they were in for a lengthy lecture. “To start with, there are a lot more intricate ways to kiss, like for example...”