"I like how Wei Ying looks like this," he breathes, pressing all the way in and crooking his finger in search of the place.

He is inside Wei Ying, with him spread out beneath him. He hardly knows what to concentrate on in the face of a messy spill of black hair, wide eyes and his legs spread for Lan Zhan. He wants so many things. He wants things he read about in the book. He wants to be inside Wei Ying in more ways.