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A-Yuan hadn't nursed thoroughly from him today, Wei Wuxian's breasts felt heavy and full and sore. His little one had abandoned milk for some peach flavored mush. Wei Wuxian felt so betrayed. And also irrationally miffed. He knew feeding promoted a deeper bond between the parent and the child, he felt at his most maternal when A-Yuan quietly sucked from him and he could hold his little one close and safe.
Ah, they really hurt now that he thinks about it. Nursing to him always felt good. A-Yuan was a filial little infant who never hurt him and sucked almost delicately. Unlike his Shijie who he knew didn't like the experience much, both because it was painful and because his nephew was a brat of a child who accidentally teethed her quite often.
He caressed his chest softly and hissed. His nipples felt so sensitive that he knew he couldn't even put on the satin robe Lan Zhan had gifted him a little while ago. Should he just stay in the Jingshi all day and bemoan his woes?
But he can't do that, Lan Qiren had set up a meeting with all the junior disciple teachers today and Wei Wuxian didn't want to give the man additional reasons to disapprove.
Demonic Cultivation was enough, he thinks pettily.
Not appearing because his grandnephew didn't nurse properly, leaving said parent with sore breasts doesn't seem like a very common excuse.
Ah, what to do.
Maybe he could ...just milk himself? He giggled, thinking of how it felt very much like something cattle like but as soon as he put his own hands over his chest, he hissed again. It didn't feel good at all.
Silly A-Yuan, he wanted to wail. Couldn't his little one nurse him empty before he ate his peach mush or whatever? He turned and tried sleeping on his side and sulked because that pressed his breasts closer and now his milk felt even heavier.
Then he heard the door to the bedroom slide open.
“Lan-er-gege…” He moaned and turned towards it.
Lan Zhan looked perfect as always, he had gone to drop A-Yuan for the daily meditation hours Gusu Lan conducted for children as soon as they turned one, and then probably to practice (instruct more like, proud of his husband even when he felt like bursting with frustration) swords with senior disciples. It had only been around forty minutes but his woes were cruel and he felt bereft in these times.
“Lan-er-gege.” He wailed again. “Take pity on your poor husband.”
“Mn.” Lan Zhan crossed the wide space to their bed in a mere second before sitting down on it and then Wei Wuxian could smell the delicate sandalwood incense and the faint musk of something uniquely Lan Zhan and felt a little bit better.
Not a lot, though. He thought petulantly.
“Our child has abandoned me!” He declared resolutely.
“A-Yuan will be back.” His husband said, an amused lilt to his voice that only Wei Wuxian heard.
That was not the point, he thought even more huffily.
“It hurts.” He said and tried to burrow inside his husband's side. Maybe he could just curl up and disappear then he wouldn't have to deal with something so embarrassing. His cheeks felt warm and his chest felt sore even though he was wearing his deep cut robes that always lead to a dark look in Lan Zhan's eyes.
“Hurts?” His husband echoed, worry apparent. Wei Wuxian heard every question he didn't verbalise.
Where does it hurt. Why does it hurt. How do I help you.
He nodded a little miserably. Saying it aloud really felt ridiculous, but Lan Zhan carefully pried him off and looked into his eyes.
“Wei Ying?”
At that tone, he knew he couldn't keep quiet anymore and felt his embarrassment peaking as he word vomited.
“My breasts Lan Zhan! They hurt. Your child abandoned my milk in favor of that disgusting peach mush you made for him and now they're too full and heavy and sore.” He shrieked it all together hoping if he spoke it fast enough, they wouldn't be comprehended.
Lan Zhan froze visibly. Then a blush ran up his face right to the tips of his ears.
Ah, he suddenly felt less embarrassed, dumping all of it on his husband who still blushed and huffed everytime Wei Wuxian felt like teasing.
“Your...breasts..hurt?” He said, swallowing. Wei Wuxian felt gleeful now. An opportunity to tease his husband must never be ignored. If only Lan Qiren let him make some rules around here. Grouchy goat man.
“Yes!” He nodded emphatically. “Er-gege, they hurt so much I can't even cover them up. How will I ever make it to the meeting today? Take responsibility!” He said, holding back his grin. Ah, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan he thought. His poor ever suffering—
While he was contemplating what other dramatics to add before his husband gave in and lied for him, he was suddenly picked up and deposited in Lan Zhan's lap.
“???” He looked down at Lan Zhan, who had made himself comfortable against the pillows lying upright by the wall.
“Mn.”
“What?” He replied even more confused, but straddled him comfortably.
“Will take responsibility.” His husband muttered with a determined furrow in his brow.
“Ah Lan Zhan! I was just—
He stilled and then moaned as Lan Zhan's hands slid inside his robes, one pulling it down to his hips exposing his chest and the other softly caressing one full breast and then other. Lan Zhan's touch felt so different from his own, reverent and gentle.
He closed his eyes and sank into it. Oh heavenly gods.
“Which one did he nurse?”
The question didn't make sense to him at first, heard but ignored when he was in that sinking space triggered by his husband's soft touches, where his mind felt subdued and like he was swimming under clear waters, far away from all the noise.
Then his brain was back online.
“W-what?” He said, wide eyed, looking into his husband's golden gaze.
“A-Yuan, which one di—
He felt himself going red and warm, blush covering his cheekbones as his hands fluttered uselessly.
“Hanguang-jun!” He admonished. “Why are you—
Lan Zhan grabbed, infinitely delicately, the less sore of his breasts. “This one?” He said, completely ignoring Wei Wuxian spluttering.
When he didn't answer, Lan Zhan looked at him again, eyes demanding. “Y-yes but—
Apparently today he wasn't going to get to complete a single sentence. Also was probably going to ascend.
Because Lan Zhan had with one strong arm curled around his waist, pulled him closer and then descended like an avenging deity onto his other breast, lips soft as they found their target and then sucked.
Wei Wuxian experienced a hundred enlightenments in a single second and keened desperately.
His milk was finally flowing and relieving him of the painful soreness but the unexpected, entirely new current of pleasure that ran through him made him whine.
He clutched and pressed Lan Zhan's head desperately against his chest.
“Ah, Ah, Ah…” There was wetness at the corner of his eyes, extreme pleasure and pain relief driving him to tears as he felt the odd sensation of having someone nurse on him.
No, having his husband nurse on his swollen, milk laden breasts.
Lan Zhan was going at it as if it was ichor and Wei Wuxian could just incoherently mutter encouragements and keep clutching onto him.
There was a brief pause before Lan Zhan's tongue lapped around his areola and his hand gently massaged his soft flesh, pearly white drops appearing again only to be immediately sucked on by Lan Zhan's greedy lips.
“O-Oh Er-Gege…” He whined. Not being able to keep himself upright any more, his body was melting into goo.
Lan Zhan picked him up again, laid him carefully against their sheets and then went back at it, switching breasts. It felt so..so..good. Kneading, licking, caressing in the soft but assertive way Wei Wuxian loved.
“Good boy, so good my Lan Zhan...”
Words abandoned him again as he placed a gentle hand on Lan Zhan's head and stroked his hair, relaxing into the gentle nursing.
He felt oddly sleepy? Sleepy wasn't the right word, just very much at peace. Mind quiet and body still, just content.
Lan Zhan raised his head up after some time, looking oddly affronted. “There is no more.”
And Wei Wuxian laughed quietly, his usual hyperactive energy simmered down.
“Did you actually like it Lan Zhan?”
Lan Zhan stared at him.
“Oh my god, you did.” He noticed and laughed gleefully.
Lan Zhan huffed and looked away. Childish in a way he only allowed Wei Wuxian to see.
“How did it taste?" He questioned, teasingly. Not expecting an answer. But Lan Zhan surprised him again.
“Sweet.” He said in a tone of amazement. “Good.”
Wei Wuxian heard slight petulance in it.
“Aiyo. My husband is so greedy.” He sighed and then kissed Lan Zhan. “You can have more later.” He promised, eyes sparkling in amusement.
Lan Zhan met his stare and nodded smugly. “Will.”
Then there was a polite knock on outer door and Lan Zhan immediately got up to check. Wei Wuxian followed, shrugging into his robes again from where they were pooled around his hips, in no way decent— Gusu Lan considered anything less than three layers scandalous after all.
There were two disciples at their door, Wei Wuxian didn't remember their names but he knew they were among the caretakers that took care of the babies in their meditation hours. (An elaborate ruse for parents to be free of child rearing duties for some time and see to other matters, Wei Wuxian approved this sort of sneaky behaviour and realised that young parents in Gusu Lan and he got along just fine, bitching about elders and sharing each other's woes. Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian were on good terms with most of them, could even call them friends)
The male disciple young —only about twenty immediately blushed as he looked at Wei Wuxian and then lowered his gaze as he felt Lan Zhan's furious glare.
The woman, older and entirely unphased saluted.
“Hanguang-Jun, Wei Gongzi. This one apologizes for disturbing you but Lan Yuan has been unusually upset today, forgive me for my impertinence but I felt like informing you would be best.”
The couple followed them to the room hosting the little ones immediately, A-Yuan was a happy baby, he was rarely upset and threw tantrums even less. Mischievous and active.
Lan Zhan wrapped a spare shawl, hanging beside the door over his shoulders because Cloud Recess was cold before noon. Shifty eyes of the male disciple also probably contributed to that though.
They made their way through without scandalizing any elders because the old coots were probably all meditating together.
The class held babies from age one to four, with six caretakers looking after twenty kids, teaching (or failing as was in the case of Lan Jingyi—who was always getting into trouble) them meditations. The younger ones, including A-Yuan who was only a year and a month focused on mainly staying upright.
When they entered, a harangued looking male disciple was bouncing A-Yuan in his arms and his baby didn't look hurt or in pain—more just petulantly upset and wailing.
Wei Wuxian realised he was seeing A-Yuan's first tantrum.
“Aiya? Why is my baby crying?” He called loudly as he took off his slippers, calling A-Yuan's attention towards them.
A-Yuan immediately looked at them, teary eyes and chubby little arms reaching out. Lan Zhan crossed the room to take their baby from the disciple who gladly made the transfer but A-Yuan still looked unhappy and reached out towards him.
Wei Wuxian smothered a chuckle. Usually A-Yuan loved nothing more than being in Lan Zhan's strong arms, spoiled and carried into meetings with major sect leaders.
“What is up with my baby today? Huh?" He questioned playfully before taking him from Lan Zhan. A-Yuan finally smiled, gums out and Wei Wuxian felt overcome with love. His kid was the cutest kid ever!
Then he felt the familiar searching movements and his shawl was pushed aside by chubby little arms in search of food. A-Yuan latched onto an exposed nipple in front of everyone.
Wei Wuxian froze.
A-Yuan tried for a brief moment and then wailed.
There was nothing left after-all.
His kid was a little demon, he decided and looked helplessly towards Lan Zhan, who shifted guiltily.
“I will prepare more peach mush." His husband said, ears red.
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“I am sorry.” Lan Zhan said gravely.
A-Yuan threw some more peach mush at his face, crying.
“He looks like he wants to fight you.”
Tearry, but stubborn A-Yuan's eyes met his father's.
“He is in his rights, I have done him wrong.” Lan Zhan continued in the same grave tone.
Wei Wuxian laughed loudly.