"Wei Ying," he groans at the sharp sting each mark makes, finding it so much easier to enjoy with that hurt behind it. He would be squirming if he wasn't Hanguang-Jun but he can't stop his hips from trying to push up a little. His eyes open to look down at the top of Wei Ying's head, still a startling to see him in such proximity to flesh Lan Zhan had been prohibited from thinking about.

"Please," he breathes, desperate now that Wei Ying's perfect mouth is close enough to feel hot breath.