He immediately leans over to suck a sharp bruise into Wei Ying's skin in the precise two spots of his freckles. Wei Ying is very prone to the marks but those two are among his favorites, lying on such smooth, taught skin.

"And this is perfect," he says, pressing open mouth kisses along one round cheek. Wei Ying is so thin, he shouldn't have enough flesh to form something this soft and exquisite and Lan Zhan thinks he will never stop marveling that it is all his to touch. He moves his mouth down to the crease where Wei Ying's leg meets and slowly slides a finger back inside where Wei Ying is still so warm and wet.