Wei Wuxian's eyes close for the first rush of wet over his knuckles, savoring the sound of Lan Zhan's cries, but they slot open at once when he calls his name. Lan Zhan looks wrecked, brow pinched even in the throes of orgasm, and it won't do at all. Wei Wuxian opens his mouth, letting everything he's feeling tumble past his lips. "So beautiful, Lan Zhan," he says, stroking him, "I can't believe I get to see you like this." He leans forward, letting one of those moans vibrate against the lips he presses to Lan Zhan's throat. "Hear you like this!"