No.

[ denying jiang cheng is fun. he's good at it; good at telling him 'no', good at doing things despite his wishes, good at defying his expectations and hopes. not always for the better, to be honest. right now, he denies him and balances his weight across jiang cheng's thighs, pressing down against him so that his shidi feels nothing other than the spread of the futon below ( wei wuxian's, left unattended as he was the last to rise and did not put his things away, per usual ) and the pressure of his weight above him. his hands flow, moving up together, into jiang cheng's hair. he toys with the ends, looking at the months growth and wondering if he'd be able to work a little braid into the fall - along his temple, he thinks.

a proper braid, for the heir to the lotus pier. ]

I'm happy for you and Lan Zhan. I also feel a little mad that I didn't get you first.

[ his mouth flattens, the corner of it curling up - exposing his teeth in a savage little snarl. ]

Tell me everything, Jiang Cheng. I want to know, you have to tell me what the two of you did. How you felt.