Lan Wangji's eyes flutter shut at the touch of Wei Ying's thumb, hot breath stuttering as he takes in the compliment. He has only ever heard his looks described as cold, aloof. Wei Ying makes him feel there is some part of him that is warm, some part of him that deserves to be with someone as warm and beautiful as Wei Ying.

"Wei Ying is the most beautiful thing I have seen," he murmurs, reaching up to push the dark red inner robe off of Wei Ying's pale shoulders, quickly undoing the tie. There is a dark trail of hair below his belly, something so different from Lan Wangji's and he leans forward to kiss downwards until he reaches the waistband of Wei Ying's trousers. "Push your hips forward," he breathes, summoning a little boldness to rub his nose along where he can feel Wei Ying hot and straining.