Wei Wuxian sucks on his tongue, meeting those rolls of his hips with his own. He reaches down, taking Lan Zhan's hard length in hand. "Poor Lan Zhan," he murmurs, "You have been so patient, and for so long. What do you want?" he asks, stroking him even as he bends his head, sucking on the white flesh behind Lan Zhan's ear. "You can have anything."