Wei Wuxian's hands finally get with the program, helping to part his own robes and reaching to undo Lan Zhan's own. He's always liked that they dress differently than the others here, Lan Zhan looks particularly good in thick, flowing robes, but now they are his enemy. "So many robes," he mutters, yanking the inner one open and quickly leaning up to feel the bare skin of their chests rub together.

"Show me then," he says, rubbing his cheek against Lan Zhan's shoulder like a cat. "I've liked everything you shown me so far."