Wei Wuxian reaches for one of Lan Zhan's hands, winding their fingers together as he nudges his thigh higher, sucking yet another mark into the soft inner flesh, remembering how the sting of it had gone right to his own cock.

Only then does he look towards the place that has his mouth wet and hungry, a dark thatch of hair and the long, blood red length straining out of it. "Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian whispers, opening his mouth to suckle reverently at the head of his cock, moaning when a familiar flavor bursts against his tongue.