His fingers slides easily inside now, but even so, Wei Wuxian would hesitate to add another if it were not for the abject pleasure on Lan Wangji's face. He presses another in beside the first, wincing in sympathy for the tightness, but crooks both as he strokes him in two places.

"Lan Zhan is very beautiful like this," he murmurs, watching the way his breaths hitch in the firelight.