Wei Wuxian can't help clutching at Lan Zhan's shoulders when one long finger simply slides inside of him. It is foreign and strange, and when Lan Zhan tells him to breathe he finds he needs to, loosing the too hot air in his chest all at once. He squirms despite his well meant decision to enjoy this, accidentally forcing Lan Zhan in a little deeper.

"Ah!" he says, "Lan Zhan, go slow!" as if it isn't him who's done it.