Wei Wuxian wraps his arm around Lan Zhan's back, stroking his hair and the flesh beneath it. "I cannot believe they have such books in the library," he breathes, "The gods are so naughty!" And so benevolent, for Wei Wuxian's body is still singing from their instructions.

Oh, but - "My poor Lan Zhan," says Wei Wuxian, shifting his leg to feel his neglected erection. "I have been too addled, let me take care of you."