"Wei Ying must tell me if he does not enjoy this," Lan Wangji murmurs, leaning down to kiss twice at Wei Ying's chest before sliding back down to take him inside his mouth.

His fingers squeeze gently at Wei Ying's as he sucks hard at the same time he pushes in a second finger, stilling only his hand once he is all the way in. He presses his tongue against the vein running up Wei Ying's length and hums softly, wanting to keep him hard for this. Wei Ying's hand on him as he completed was wonderful and he wants somehow to make this even better for Wei Ying.