Lan Zhan nods, silently berating himself right up to the point where Wei Ying's clever hand moves again and then he cannot think of a single thing other than want. His head tips back, eyes fluttering shut as he pushes into Wei Ying's warm hold.

"Like them with Wei Ying so much," he agrees, fingers sliding down again and entering slowly and carefully, moving gently in time with Wei Ying's movements. His toes curl against the blankets, already so close. "Can't, can't last."