Wei Wuxian moaned for him, writhing against the bed as he hugged his arms up around Lan Zhan's head. The mouth on his throat felt dizzyingly good, in a way he'd never imagined. He wanted Lan Zhan's mouth on every inch of his skin.

The teeth grazed at him like a question and he whined, wiggling beneath Lan Zhan. That hesitation made him impatient. He wanted everything and he wanted it now. "Bite me, Lan Zhan. Mark me. I want to be covered in hickeys tomorrow. I want you."