Wei Wuxian makes a soft sound of triumph that soon melts to pleasure as Lan Zhan's mouth lingers. His breath touches Wei Wuxian's lips, and he can feel the tremors in him as the air leaves his lungs. Lifting a hand, he curls it along Lan Zhan's cheek, keeping him steady.

"Thank you," he murmurs, pulling back a single inch. "I feel better when you kiss me."