Lwj has noticed wwxs propensity for just throwing himself on the bed after work and falling fast asleep, still clad in his work clothes. He’s worried for two reasons- 1) the wrinkles 2) it mustn’t be very comfortable. When he talks to Wwx about this, the man just blinks at him -
“Sorry Lan Zhan” Wwx yawns. “I just get so tired yanno?” Lwj does not know, because he sleeps at 9, but he nods along anyway because Wei Ying is Wei Ying.
A solution presents itself one evening when instead of the bed, Wwx crawls onto lwj’s lap.
A solution presents itself one evening when instead of the bed, Wwx crawls onto lwj’s lap.
“Mm, you smell nice” Wwx mumbles, head nuzzling into lwj’s neck before his breaths even out and he falls asleep. Lwj holds him for the hours he dozes, one hand stroking over the curve of wwxs spine.
Sensing that Wwx was unlikely to wake up anytime soon, Lwj shifted the man to his arms and stood up, walking them to their bedroom.
As he laid Wwx gently down on the mattress, his hands inadvertently fell to the buttons of wwxs shirt.
As he laid Wwx gently down on the mattress, his hands inadvertently fell to the buttons of wwxs shirt.
Making his mind up quickly, he undid the buttons, slipping the shirt off Wei Ying’s body. He grabbed one of Wwx loose sleep shirts that Lwj was pretty sure was actually his, and with infinite care guided Wei Ying’s sleep loose limbs into it.
Next came the pants, and Lwj blushed only slightly as he slid them down wwxs legs and helped the man into a pair of joggers instead. This step was slightly more difficult, as Wwx liked to sprawl when he slept and several times Lwj narrowly avoided a foot in the face
Finally however he was done, and as he tucked in the blankets around wwxs sleeping figure a soft smile played on his face.
“Sleep well” he whispered, leaning forward to brush a kiss against wwxs forehead.
Wwx stirred, groggily mumbling “Lan Zhan, stay”
“Sleep well” he whispered, leaning forward to brush a kiss against wwxs forehead.
Wwx stirred, groggily mumbling “Lan Zhan, stay”
Lwj was torn but only for a moment, he slid in beside Wwx, taking the man in his arms when Wwx rolled in search of an embrace.
Whatever Wei Ying asked, he would do.
Whatever Wei Ying asked, he would do.
And from then on Wwx would without fail deposit himself in lwj’s lap after work, and Lwj would without fail carry him to the bed and gently dress him in soft cotton jumpers and comfy trousers, tucking him in then sliding in himself afterwards.
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