Lan Zhan looks more as if he is being led to the gallows than offered the heat of Wei Wuxian's body, and after a moment more Wei Wuxian catches him by the shoulders, pushing him down to the sheets so he can crawl on top of him.

"Lan Zhan is too tense," he says, "Especially on a night that has already celebrated such pleasures." He lowers his head, sucking on the jut of Lan Zhan's adam's apple. "Spend in my mouth first," he whispers against his skin. "Let me help you to relax."