"For small kisses," he relents, eyeing Wei Ying with well earned dubiousness. "Lan Zhan cannot control himself around Wei Ying, anymore. Will want more and cannot risk hurting Wei Ying."

He takes a deep breath in, tracing a finger over Wei Ying's full bottom lip. It is truly startling how quickly his body is trying to acclimate him to taking pleasure where it is offered.

"Lan Zhan would put his mouth to use, if he could."