"Plan to touch every inch of Wei Ying," he murmurs, sucking the skin on the side of Wei Ying's leg to leave a mark. "We will have time, home to do it in."

Lan Zhan gives Wei Ying's leg one more soft kiss before he presses one long finger in, sliding smoothly but tighter than he'd expected. It is hot inside and just this, just being inside Wei Ying in any way is thrilling. "Breathe."