Wei Wuxian gasps for the pressure of Lan Zhan's mouth, knowing that there will be a bruise before the moon has fully risen. At Lan Zhan's command, he winds his fingers through those silken strands as he is accustomed to doing whenever able, but he soon realizes Lan Zhan must mean closer to his head.

"Like this?" he asks, scraping blunt fingernails along Lan Zhan's scalp as he finds purchase. It reminds him of when Lan Zhan takes him in his mouth, and his cock gives a jerk of interest.