Lan Zhan's hot mouth closes around him, and Wei Wuxian sobs, clutching at his head when he can no longer reach his shoulders. He hadn't known anything could feel so good, has anyone ever felt as good as he does now? Surely not in Asgard, perhaps not even in the universe beyond.

"Lan Zhan," he groans, "Lan Zhan," and when he's sure he'll either go mad with it or explode, "Lan Zhan, I-I'm going to spend."