Lan Zhan has steadily been getting worse and worse at denying Wei Ying anything he truly wants and this is no exception. Those words, please come for me, coming from Wei Ying's mouth destroy him. His fingers pull out roughly to grab at Wei Ying's hips, desperate sounds wrenched from his throat as he comes so hard it hurts. He forces his eyes open, wide and shocked as they lock onto Wei Ying's, looking for him to somehow make this bearable.

"Wei Ying," he groans, back still arched and twisting as he rides it out. "Wei Ying, please."