Wei Wuxian sucks in a breath, hand tightening around Lan Wangji's as his finger penetrates far deeper than it had in the bath. It hurts, mostly around his entrance, but it isn't unbearable. Even so, the sharpness of the stretch, coupled with the drugging heat of Lan Wangji's mouth makes him whine, body confused between the warring sensations.

"This slight ache," he says, "It gets better?"