[ His heart soars. Maybe this is all going too far, blurring a line between them that shouldn't be blurred, but it doesn't matter. Not when it feels this good, this satisfying. Lan Wangji says Wei Ying feels good, no one else, not anyone else, and it makes Wei Wuxian feel like he's going to burst out of his own skin with joy. He's wanted this for so long, some way to vent his feelings for Lan Wangji out in some form when he's been too much of a coward to admit the truth. Now, this is helping. This is helping a lot.

His hand continues to work Lan Wangji's cock, his other arm moving to brace itself against his shoulder as he leans in to kiss Lan Wangji again. A messy, open-mouthed kiss with tongue sliding against each other as he groans. It's during this kiss that he feels Lan Wangji taking matters into his own hands, removing his belt and sliding his hand into his robes.

He pulls off with a soft, surprised noise as he feels those fingers wrap around his shaft and his hips jerk forward slightly. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's never had anyone touch him like this before and the fact that it's Lan Wangji — ahhhh. He's going to go nuts. His eyes close and he whimpers, his hand going a little sloppy in its rhythm as he keeps stroking over his cock, keeps working it with his own clumsy fingers. ]

Nngh... Lan Zhan feels so good, I'm going crazy. Please don't stop, ahhh. We should've done this forever ago. Fuck. Since we were teenagers, that would've been way better than what the hell else we were doing!

[ Please, make him stop talking. ]