Lan Wangji rides Wei Ying out, letting his buck and writhing and only pulling carefully, slowly off of him one he is completely settled. He reaches for the neat pile of rags he has taken to keeping next to his side of the bed and cleans his hand before crawling up to cover Wei Ying.

"Mine," he murmurs, dropping a kiss to Wei Ying's flushed lips as he settles himself just to Wei Ying's side, wanting to will his arousal down before he settles as closely as he desires. "Like that we discovered this, together. My brave Wei Ying."