Wei Wuxian breathes out. Lan Zhan doesn't seem so, not with his straight, upright back, his quick hands and even quicker blade, but he does fold to Wei Wuxian. It's as much a gift as it is a thrill, and Wei Wuxian resolves yet again to be mindful of his power, only to lose all coherent thought as Lan Zhan's broad thumbs dig into his lower back.

"Oh," he groans, melting into the sheets even as he fists them in his hands. It hurts so much, but in a way that he craves. "Lan Zhan is so clever."