( Unfair, should any of this be fair, with a husband demanding the improbable while commanding such attentions as he has: Wei Wuxian laughs, breathless, a tremor shivering through him before his teeth bite down into his lip.

Sorted thoughts, flying apart again. Focus, beyond what he feels.

A practice as familiar as drinking to drown the whirring wings of his thoughts, insectile. )

Oh — really? It's your turn to find your miraculous birthing, you great, beautiful ridiculous man.

( The affection there, in stuttered breaths and glazed gazes through thick lashes, hinting at another word, meant as fondly: fool.

He's a man who learned stillness, but still rarely prefers such. Touch and the sustenance of their physical bodies, inevitably male, possessing different angles than he supposed followed female lines. Thoughts quick and fleeting, dragonflies skimming rivers in deceptive calm.

Wei Wuxian hadn't claimed A-Yuan as his except to tease the man he'd been delighted to see at all, let alone with the sole surviving child of the Wen clan clinging to his leg.

Biting back a groan, he nips at his husband's jaw, nuzzles his neck. )

Stand in enough crowds. See what comes to shelter in the berth of your legs.

( A smile, in voice and across his lips, as he shifts his weight to one arm and allows the other to drag down his soulmate's front, mapping by touch, seeking out those places which pleased in turn. Too busy, too full, a sharp inhalation swallowed by a rolling crack and flashing illumination from that storm.

Rain beats down until waterfalls consume the roof in all but reality, his mind as scattered before it focuses back: him, me, us. )