"Lan Zhan," Wuxian protests, pouting - it's a source of great annoyance to him how much shorter he is now. Most of the time, anyway. Sometimes, on nights like this, with his much taller husband looming over him making him feel small and safe and secure, he actually kind of likes it.

Not that he's ever going to admit that out loud.

He squeezes the firm ass beneath his hands.

"No more talking about any of that," he demands in childishly bossy tones "I want you, please."