The short warning is all that Wei Wuxian can manage, and he soon reverts to gasps and moans, which ratchet up in both volume and pitch the longer Lan Zhan works him. His cheeks hollow around him, drawing him into the tightest heat yet, and as pleasure begins to wind electric down his spine, that thrusting finger makes new light burst behind his eyelids, and Wei Wuxian is lost. He comes, shaking and crying out as it crashes through him, shooting hard against the soft roof of Lan Zhan's mouth.