Wei Wuxian has gathered as much, and he nods. "I have never experienced anything like the things I have felt with you," he says. He's experienced kindness and love, even devotion, but nothing on the scale that Lan Zhan projects, as if he would burn the whole world down to get to him.

"But I wish for you to feel pleasure, too," he says, gathering Lan Zhan's free hand to hold against his chest. Blood rushes to his cheeks, but Wei Wuxian presses on. "It is important to me. Will it help if we could feel it together?" he asks, fingertips sweeping down past Lan Zhan's belly to ghost against his cock. "If Lan Zhan didn't put his fingers inside of me, but this instead?"