Wuxian lets him work through it slowly, sliding his other hand into his husband's hair to card his fingers through it gently, kissing him softly at first but surrendering to it easily as Lan Zhan deepens it.

He's here, he's solid, he's real, he slides both hands down the other man's back, firm and steady and reassuring, all the way down to his ass, intending on stoking that desire, anchoring his husband to the present.