Wei Wuxian's grip is returned, firmly - now that he has him, Lan Zhan is not relinquishing him to anyone or anything. His mouth devours as much of his lover as he can, sucking and toying with the tender flesh with his tongue. Any space of skin left untouched is stroked by his free hand, his fingers squeezing the base of his lover's cock gently.

When the hot spray touches his tongue and the back of his throat, he immediately swallows it, making this part of Wei Wuxian his. He whimpers and releases his lover, panting. The desire to be close is intense and he rises to lay beside Wei Wuxian, drawing him into his arms and burying his face against his neck.