If Wei Wuxian weren't similarly affected, he'd recall there is plenty of oil in the kitchen where he's just cooked, but as it is he nods and hurries to their bedroom, rushing back to Lan Wangji to set upon his pants with eager hands. He pulls them down, tongue set to his bottom lip when Lan Wangji's cock springs free. How had he ever not known he could want this?

"And now?" he asks once more, already wrapping his hand around him.