Wuxian tilts his head back with a breathy sigh, writhing a little in pleasure at the scrape of teeth against his skin. He loves the feel of Lan Zhan just exploring him, taking his time to appreciate every inch of him, it makes him feel so warm and loved.

He writhes again at the ticklish kissing down his arm, a soft smile on his face - until he remembers the bandage wrapped around his arm and winces as Lan Zhan draws back.

He hears the concern and confusion in that voice and lifts his hand to gently stroke his husband's cheek.

"Just a few scrapes, Lan Zhan, nothing to worry about. No what ifs, we won the battle, all is well."