Wei Wuxian giggles. "Here?" The thought is quite shocking, and Wei Wuxian is just the shameless sort to enjoy it all the more. Still, his ordinary shocking behavior isn't at all prurient, and he colors a little as he studies the popsicle. For Lan Wangji, he will do this.

Brow furrowed in resolve, Wei Wuxian opens his mouth, closing it around the frozen treat. It's not at all like Lan Wangji's cock - it's frigid, the way he'd once thought Lan Wangji to be, but now he knows how hotly he burns. Still, the shape isn't too far off, and Wei Wuxian lifts his eyes to Klaus', watching him for guidance as he begins to slide his mouth up and down the pop. "You can't see it," he says after a moment, pulling the treat free. "But I try to keep my tongue flat? It's good if he can feel more of it, yes?"