"No," he mutters, squirming his hips in impatience for what he knows not but Wei Ying has stilled his finger and Lan Wangji does not know why.

"Feels strange still but -" and he pauses, moving his hips again to try and learn what it is his body is wanting. It does not want to stop but he is frustrated that it is not more instinctual in this position as it generally is when he pleasures Wei Ying. "Push your finger in and out. Imagine it is you in me."