Wei Wuxian's head falls back with a loud groan of pleasure. He digs his fingers into one of the furrowing scars along Lan Zhan's back, one foot hooking around the other man's calf to push closer still. "Yes," he gasps. "Lan Zhan. That feels so good. You're always -- "

That cuts off with another sharp inhale as Lan Zhan's teeth close on his earlobe; then an exhaled, quivering curse as his red ribbon comes free with a hard tug.