[Lan Zhan's kiss is rough and forceful, and his lips tingle, just beginning to bruise. It's distracting, even if it means Lan Zhan isn't moving against him, touching, stroking, anything. He lets out a plaintive moan, only to whimper, bereft, as he pulls away to continue undressing.

Wei Wuxian's eyes trail up his exposed body hungrily; just because he sees such a sight daily, doesn't diminish how much it turns him on, or how much he craves the press of their bodies. Hearing Lan Zhan prompt him for more, to beg for what he wants, it's enough to make even Wei Wuxian's skin start to burn with a faint flush. Accompanied by the weight of Lan Zhan's hips against his, it's enough to make his breath catch in a soft whimper, feeling shamelessly short on words, at least until they start to spill heedless from his lips. He squirms, desperate for a little more stimulation.]

A little more... little more anything, Lan Zhan, I... I want- want you to fuck me so hard I forget how to breathe. Want your cock deep in- deep inside. Want you to...

[Wei Wuxian's breath catches, teeth trailing over his lip, brows drawing together as he tries to shift beneath Lan Zhan's weight.]

Mm- please, just- just touch me.