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Lan Wangji loves when Wei Wuxian wears red. It compliments his dark locks and his playful demeanor. He thinks the shade is perfectly made for the mischievous male. Lan Wangji loves his red ribbon and his red cheeks when Lan Wangji would utter compliments unabashedly. Red is a color that Wei Wuxian wholeheartedly owned and it is a color Lan Wangji also loves painting on the bodies of his rivals.
That is precisely why he is in the local sex store in their city, fixated upon a certain packaging of soft thick red robes. The color would look absolutely divine, so enticing on Wei Wuxian’s unmarked skin. He groans at the mere suggestion of Wei Wuxian presenting himself in such a captivating manner- all tied up and ready to be unraveled piece by piece until he was a sobbing mess writhing under him. He lets himself indulge in his fantasy. Wei Wuxian would be clad in nothing but the beautiful bindings. The rope is cutting into his skin at the right pressure. It’s enough to leave marks and dig pleasurably, but not too painful. He would have absolute control over Wei Wuxian’s body. That is why he has no hesitation when he wraps his long fingers around the item and checks it out.
Wei Wuxian is usually at university at this time of the day, so Lan Wangji returns home and is not reluctant when he reads up on different forms of bindings called, “The Art of Shibari.” He is enthralled at the copious amounts of ways people can be bound and even suspended in the air. He lets his eyes roam on that particular image, mentally noting it as he heads back to the beginner section. There’s a spare teddy bear lying around that he remembers he won at the amusement park for Wei Wuxian on one of their first dates. By won, he means putting a barrel to the game attendant’s head in the back alley on his 15-minute break when he did not give Wei Wuxian the prize he wanted. Wei Wuxian was very doubtful when he returned with the large plushie, but Lan Wangji had pushed that he won while Wei Wuxian was waiting. That was his first lie. Initially, he is quite unsettled at the thought of using a bear as a means for the rope. Perfection does not come from anywhere, so he forgoes his shame and begins to read the instructions step by step.
This goes on for weeks. As soon as Wei Wuxian is out of the house and after deals or meetings, Lan Wangji would put aside time to divulge in the hobby of shibari. He hums and finds that he is quite comfortable with the way he tightens the ropes and knots at them effortlessly. His fingers go in and out efficiently and a single breath or movement is not wasted. It reminds him of the times he methodically would choke his victims out in the interrogation room and feel the light leave their eyes. The memories of his perfect executions satisfy him. His body is practically thrumming with the anticipation of Wei Wuxian crying underneath him and begging desperately for release.
By the time it has been a good month because Lan Wangji does not attempt anything unless he is sure it is perfect and he is more than commendable, he begins to slip in little remarks to Wei Wuxian to rouse his interest.
“Lan Zhan! If I didn’t know, I’d think you’d want to tie me up and hide me away forever!” Wei Wuxian muses as he folds their laundry. Lan Wangji’s eyebrows twitch at the notion because he has thought of it before on numerous occasions. He always had a dark desire to chain Wei Wuxian to the bed, feed him by mouth and do everything for him until he had nothing to live for or desire but Lan Wangji himself.
Lan Wangji always thought society was cruel to Wei Wuxian who was so effortlessly kind and compassionate and full of empathy. Lan Wangji thought of all humans to be greedy little dirty animals that he did not mind putting down when he went to work. He did not mind either putting Wei Wuxian’s so-called stepbrother to an eternity of sleep, but Wei Wuxian’s pleas had stopped him from doing so.
He still remembers when he told Wei Wuxian who he was and what he did and how Wei Wuxian held him tightly and refused to let him go. Lan Wangji told him he would regret it and he would never be able to leave otherwise because Lan Wangji would make it so, and Wei Wuxian merely chuckled and responded that there was nothing else in the world that would make him happier than having someone like Lan Wangji by his side. It was not like Lan Wangji had an inkling of how he was going to dispose of every single person who would try to even glance at Wei Wuxian and have any second thoughts of being with said male. Everything worked out and Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji continued to have a flourishing relationship.
“Do you trust me?” Lan Wangji’s voice is low and calculative. He darts his eyes back and forth to study Wei Wuxian’s ethereal features. Wei Wuxian grabs his biceps and squeezes, biting his lips enticingly.
“Of course, you know that.”
Lan Wangji, of course, knows that, but nothing is more rewarding than hearing the validation from Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji knows that Wei Wuxian loves roleplaying of the sort, so he begins to put a particular plan in motion.