Wei Wuxian's length jerks against his lips. He nods, gathering himself enough to speak, but it's difficult. Lan Wangji's fingers feel enormous inside him, pulling as much pleasure from him as discomfort, and Wei Wuxian very much wants to feel this again. "Your fingers fit," he manages, shifting his hips down to rock against them, toes curling as they brush that wonderful spot. "Your cock could, too."

And then he could feel this and kiss him, too, see him hovering over him mere inches away, or perhaps beneath him, gasping up at Wei Wuxian when he sits in his lap and takes his cock inside him. "It would be good, Lan Zhan."