Lan Wangji's breath catches in his throat, gasp stifled against Wei Ying's lips as he forces himself perfectly still at the intrusion. It feels entirely unlike anything else he has experienced and he does not quite know what to make of it.

He clutches at Wei Ying's shoulder and carefully forces himself to relax, to think about Wei Ying above him in the firelight and fact that a part of Wei Ying is inside him. "Strange," he whispers, shifting his hips just a little to try and make sense of the sensation. "What does it feel like?"