Lan Zhan shivers as Wuxian's hand finishes that sentence. He captures those lips before they can say anything else and teases them open with his tongue. His hand drops to cover Wei Ying's, curling around it so he could move his hips and pump against it. He moans as softly as he can, but it feels so good to be touched.

He's reluctant to stop even for a few moments, but they need Wuxian's pants off or this was going to be very one-sided real fast.