He lets out a soft, muffled moan at the sound of his name spoken in such tones. His tongue pushes is carefully alongside his fingers as they reach deep, trying to find the same place they found earlier in the night.

This is...he cannot imagine anything more intimate. He cannot imagine a way to touch Wei Ying that is more private and secret and wholly Lan Zhan's. He cannot imagine being able to relax enough to happen to him but he would like to bury himself in Wei Ying as long as he will allow it.