Wei Wuxian comes entirely undone as Lan Zhan's fingers curl around him. Orgasm is still in wait, barely restrained and threatening to break down the door at any moment, but all rational thought in Wei Wuxian is already gone. He pushes forward, sobbing anew for the friction against his aching cock, newly speared on Lan Zhan's tongue and fingers before he even shifts back again. Something very much like a growl vibrates against his clenching hole, and Wei Wuxian goes rigid, spending hard into the sheets and his own belly as it rips through him, stealing sense and nearly his consciousness with it as nigh unbearable pleasure racks him. Hips hitching again and again, Wei Wuxian can only whimper his way through it, dizzy and breathless by the time his body relaxes down into the mess he's made.