"Yes," Lan Zhan pants, blinking as he realizes his error. "Yes, sorry, just." He grunts, not willing to let Wei Ying off of him and removes his fingers, scooting them both close to the edge of the blankets to grab the vial of oil.

He wills his hand steady as he pours a little on their cocks and then slicking his own fingers up. "Is, is this okay? Didn't ask, just did. Is it okay?" he asks, fingers skirting along Wei Ying's lower back.