Wei Wuxian laughs against his mouth, winding both arms around Lan Zhan's neck to keep him just where he is. He lifts a knee to bracket Lan Zhan's own hips, sighing happily into the next kiss. "Lan Zhan," he murmurs, "It feels so good to kiss you." Another kiss, and in the next pause between them that he should use to breathe, he says, "I missed it so much."