"You are meant to lead, but you are immature." he smiles briefly, almost teasingly, before his attention is captured by the exquisite body he discovers underneath the soft fabric, "Wei Ying... From Wei, which means 'tower over a palace gateway' and Ying, which means 'infant'."

An infant leader, then, or one with the innocence of a child. In some regards anyway. Not in this. Lan Zhan nuzzles his lips and his nose against the other man's belly, kissing slowly downward.

"Wei Wuxian... 'To have no envy.' You never had time for envy; you were too busy doing what you thought right." he hums as he kisses a line across Wei Ying's hips.