Wei Wuxian flushes as the evening air hits his shoulders, the cool of it welcome as he burns beneath Lan Wangji's intense gaze. Every inch of skin tingles in the wake of Lan Wangji's lips, and he closes his eyes as the tip of his nose trails along his still silk-encased length, trying his best not to shift his hips forward and more firmly against Lan Wangji's beautiful face.

Fingers trembling, he presses his hands into the sheets and carefully lifts his hips, allowing Lan Wangji to drag his pants away. "Lan Zhan, I'm nervous," he admits. He wants what they are about to do so much, but is it right to ask of a man like Hanguang-Jun? Will he not taint him after all? "Won't I debase you?"