Wei Wuxian groans, trembling as Lan Wangji holds him down, hovering close and filling up his vision. "Just like this," he breathes, feeling Lan Wangji's hot breath against his lips, silken hair caressing him like a touch. He feels hypersensitive, each strand an individual whisper against his skin, and then Lan Wangji is kissing him, kissing him and fucking him with his flingers, and Wei Wuxian is rapidly coming undone. Like this, the brushes to his cock are fleeting, but it's all he needs as Lan Wangji's long fingers work.

"Lan Zhan," he pleads against his mouth, "I'm going - I'm going to - "