#i decided to post directly to ao3 for a change
Lan Zhan’s shower is big. Big enough to have one of those wooden shower seats and a sliding double door. That’s impressive, Wei Ying thinks, and it’s his first coherent thought of the morning, only made possible by the hot water sluicing down over his body. He picks up Lan Zhan’s shower gel and pours a dollop into his hand, then goes about the business of making himself clean.
He runs that hand down his ribcage and winces a little; that’s a fresh bruise in his side, and it’s one of many. Wei Ying looks down at his body and sees them everywhere; big welts at his hips, little red spots where Lan Zhan’s fingers had dug in last night. He can’t see his own neck, but he knows they’re there.
Because last night, he and Lan Zhan…
He takes a big gulp of steamy air.
That really happened.
