Lan Zhan lets out a breath, eyes widening as Wei Ying's back arches in pleasure. This is what he wanted, this is what he wants to see every day of his life. He strokes Wei Ying, grateful for his coordination as he presses again and again, in time with the strokes of his hand.

"Wei Ying looks beautiful," he pants, painfully hard but so happy to do this all night. He could make Wei Ying fall apart all night and never touch himself, he thinks. "Most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Want to do these things all the time with you."