Lan Zhan wastes no time, and Wei Wuxian clutches at his head as he kisses his way down his stomach, so much long, silken hair trailing over his skin. "Lan Zhan," he whines, back arching for the sudden hot lick along his cock. Lan Zhan moves so quickly that he can scarcely keep up, but he sees his hand reach for something in his pouch.

"Lan Zhan, what is it?"