"I - " Wei Wuxian starts, only to whine again. The pressure hasn't increased, yet every little brush against that spot makes all sense fly from his head. "More," he manages, groping once more for Lan Wangji's hand. He doesn't know whether to squirm or moan, but he doesn't want to stop, throwing himself willingly into the strange and wonderful madness so long as Lan Wangji does not release his hand. "Ah, need you, Lan Zhan."