Wei Wuxian groans for the sight of Lan Zhan's expression tightening, knowing that control is soon to shatter as the movements of Wei Wuxian's hand overtake him. Eager to see it, Wei Wuxian's wrist moves faster, managing to curl his thumb over the sensitive head of Lan Zhan's cock as he strokes him. "You can come," he says. His poor Lan Zhan has been so patient already. "I want you to. Please come for me, Lan Zhan."