"Should eat dinner, it is proper time," he murmurs against Wei Ying's mouth, unable to make himself pull away. A lifetime of dedication to self control completely undone for kisses is a trade Lan Zhan is more than willing to make but allowing it is more difficult.

He shifts, hips hitching against his will as he bites along Wei Ying's jaw. "But I want Wei Ying's skin. Need to touch you. Then eat?" he asks, needing some sort of permission he does not fully understand.