Wei Wuxian grins, flushing in triumph and pleasure as Lan Wangji comes even more undone, body shifting to chase the strokes from both his hands. The only stain on an otherwise delicious moment is that he can't both kiss Lan Wangji and pleasure him, but he vows to kiss him quite a lot when he is spent.

"Go on, Lan Zhan," he breathes, stroking him faster, fingers no longer thrusting but held against the spot that has driven him to such heights, grinding relentlessly against that patch of mysterious, spongey flesh inside him.