Unthinking, he tries to reach for Lan Zhan and is immediately brought up short by his restraints. The loose end of the ribbon sways above him; he watches it as if in a dream, gasping, his entire mind hazing out to a white mist. He jolts back to himself when Lan Zhan sucks a mark onto his throat -- "Fuck," he swears, fervent as a prayer. "Ah. Lan Zhan, gods, yes, more of that, tell everybody, tell them -- "

He isn't wholly aware he's babbling. He isn't aware of anything but Lan Zhan's mouth on his neck.