"I am?" Wei Wuxian asks, breathless from the moment Lan Zhan begins stroking him. It feels so good, and after so many days without it - it doesn't occur to him once that the pleasure is a distraction.

He's never considered what he might feel like on the inside, but he's pleased with hot and soft, turning a more animated gaze on Lan Zhan when he looks up at him. "You touched yourself like this?" he asks, trying to picture it, Lan Zhan alone and determined, naked on his bed and touching himself and oh, the image is so intriguing. "I want to touch you like this also," Wei Wuxian blurts.