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[ after an embarrassingly long time spent figuring out the functions of the communication bracelet - look, it's a lot to take in all in one go - wei wuxian types out a message that's equal parts honest inquiry and throwing things on a wall to see what sticks. ]

my respectful salute to everyone reading this. my name is wei wuxian, from the yunmeng jiang sect. i have some questions and a request, if it pleases.

[ okay, the manners part is done. wei wuxian can now go wild. ]

from what i've been told, moonlacing is the practice of creating chroma. it requires at least two willing participants, and physical contact is involved.

how much contact is needed? would exposed skin touching covered skin work? how long does one need to be in contact with their moonlacing partner in order to succeed in creating chroma, what's the bare minimum? how exactly is it stored, and can you learn how moonlacing is done? has anyone succeeded in moonlacing by themselves? are there limitations to moonlacing? does it still work if your partner is unconscious, or otherwise unable to participate due to injury or some other misfortune? how quickly can you lose chroma, what's the quickest that anyone's ever drained their reserves?

i have so many questions!

anyway, my request is this: would anyone be willing to help me test the answers to these questions by moonlacing with me? i'll be more than grateful for the help!

thank you for your time!

(ooc: related log over here!)

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[a million retorts die on wei wuxian's tongue as xue yang comes forward and takes control, kissing wei wuxian without a single ounce of hesitation. wei wuxian isn't ready - he doubts he'll ever be ready for the kind of chaos that xue yang brings with him. he's unpredictable, and he keeps wei wuxian guessing, keeps him on his guard in all the ways that shouldn't thrill.

it's the terrible truth, however, that it does. wei wuxian's blood sings a song he doesn't know the words to, thanks to the way xue yang is taking his mouth his it's his right, and song takes up every inch of wei wuxian's mind, drowning out reason.

every inch of his body is on fire. the kiss, while uninvited, is not unwelcome, and chroma starts forming between them, the meter on their wrists ticking up, up, up from the contact. and there's the sheer pleasure of it, the plushness of each other's mouths, the wet of xue yang's tongue against the full swell of wei wuxian's lips.

wei wuxian's eyes fall closed, and he kisses back.

he learns quickly, as he does with everything. xue yang gives and wei wuxian reciprocates in kind, meeting the other halfway at a scandalous pace - it feels like sparring, in a way, learning the body language of one's opponent to match them, to counter them, to overpower them. wei wuxian has never met a challenge that he didn't at least consider rising to.

well, he's definitely rising to the challenge now.]

[menaces]

[ the willing reciprocation comes as a surprise but xue yang just laughs into it, the thrill rushing through him taking him higher than he's ever been. it must be the influence of this world's magic, because what else could explain the playful malice in xue yang thawing into something softer, more eager, circling wei wuxian in his arms possessively in his want to learn the feel of him. he maps out the curve of wei wuxian's spine, caresses over the slight dip of his thin waist, kissing him again and again with hot, rushed gasps for breath in between.

when he finally breaks from their fevered kissing long enough to speak, he laughs breathlessly against the line of wei wuxian's jaw, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. ]

Do you remember yet, Wei Ying...?

[ he steps back as he speaks, pulling wei wuxian along with him. they're only a few paces from the door, and from there only a few more paces still to the bed. it's a small apartment, for which xue yang is presently grateful because that makes it easier to navigate without looking, focus entirely on leading his prey to his snare. ]

It's fine if you don't. We can learn everything about each other all over again.

[resurging]

[moved here!]