Lan Wangji is still until Wei Ying's curls in close and kisses him, the assurance enough for him to relax into Wei Ying's hold.

"Do not expect Wei Ying to do the same," he murmurs, wondering vaguely if Wei Ying can taste himself, if Lan Wangji ought to be at all repulsed by the idea. He cannot quite find it in himself to care. "Had you ever even thought of the act, before? Of doing it?"