It's like nothing Wuxian has ever felt before. He keens at the feeling of Lan Zhan's mouth surrounding him, sinking down at him with generous licks of that tongue.

"Lan Zhan," he gasps, sliding a hand into Lan Zhan's hair so that he can touch. The grip on his thighs grounds him and turns him on all the more, and yet he desperately wants more contact. Reaching for Lan Zhan's hand, Wei Wuxian bats and tugs at him, whining a little until he can weave their fingers together. "Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan."