Velvet heat descends around his cock, tangling with the bright sparks of pain at his entrance. It aches, but somehow the stretch of two is less uncomfortable than that first intrusion, for now Wei Wuxian knows what awaits him when they press far enough.

And his Lan Zhan is holding him, cradling him with his hand and his mouth both, and Wei Wuxian feels safe and cared for. "I like it," he assures him, hair slipping from its topknot as Wei Wuxian's head shifts against the sheets, unable to remain still when stimulated from so many points. "Move like you did before, Lan Zhan."