Wei Wuxian gasps, going still as Lan Zhan's finger returns, this time with a friend. The pressure is so much more, the sensation of being full so much more intense, and he closes his eyes, breathing for a moment before he rocks back against them. "Lan Zhan," he manages, at last remembering to move his hand around their cocks pressed so tightly together, slicked with only precum and sweat.

"Would this not be better with more oil?"