His eyes seem stuck on Wei Wuxian's mouth, and he doesn't dare smile, speaking against the jut of Lan Zhan's thumb to rub his lips against his skin. "Small kisses, then," he agrees, certain he can eke out a few larger ones if he can distract Lan Zhan long enough.

He lifts his chin, trying to catch more of Lan Zhan's fingertips to kiss.