Lan Zhan carefully sets down his food as Wei Ying leans back against him, immediately drawn to the bare skin in front of him. He ought to convince Wei Ying to eat more but he's too selfish to deny himself.

He pulls Wei Ying's hips back flush against himself, moving gently against him as he nips along Wei Ying's neck. Wei Ying's skin is still lit up softly by the waning light and he wants to see more of it like this. His fingers slip into his robe, pulling it apart until he can touch Wei Ying's bare chest.

"Like Wei Ying like this. Like you on our land, in our home."