The sight of his stoic Lan Zhan coming undone is enough to distract, and Wei Wuxian's eyes fly wide as the length in his mouth jerks, filling his mouth with wet and warmth. To spit it away would be anathema, and he holds Lan Wangji in his mouth a moment longer, finally pulling back to swallow. He brushes a shaking hand over his mouth, finding it a little used and sore, finding he likes that, too, before he also collapses, head pillowed on Lan Wangji's pale stomach as they both catch their breath.

"I liked that," he murmurs after his lungs are full again, finding Lan Wangji's head to thread with his own.