He'd felt it before, but rolled onto his belly and neck bared, those two fingers draw a shuddering gasp from Wei Wuxian. They are huge within him, taking up too much space yet grounding all the same, and he whines in confusion when wet warmth suddenly accompanies them.

"Lan Zhan?" he breathes, pushing his knuckles towards his mouth to muffle the sounds that keep bubbling from his throat. Something soft and wet glides over him yet again, and Wei Wuxian whimpers. The sensation is so familiar, and yet it can't be, it simply can't be that he feels Lan Zhan's tongue there.