Lan Zhan's tongue narrows and slides inside him, and Wei Wuxian nearly chokes, torn between begging him to continue and begging him to stop before Wei Wuxian's shameful body ruins him utterly, but then his fingers brush across the place that makes him see stars, and Wei Wuxian sobs against his fist instead. "Lan Zhan," he cries, toes curling, shaking each time those finger move within him. If he found it difficult to think before, now he's near mindless, a creature of pure trembling need as Lan Zhan drags pleasure from him with fingers and tongue.