[It's several moments before he feels at all coherent, blissed out and breath wild, he can only lean into Lan Zhan's embrace. There's a haze of satisfaction that for now, overrides the soreness between his thighs and the many bites and bruises that dot his skin.

When Lan Zhan speaks, he shifts to look at him, their faces close, and despite how pleasantly wrecked he feels, a grin that's just as mischievous and teasing as the day they met dances on his lips. He feels a faint flush to his skin, and glaces aside.]

Lan Zhan, you really have to ask, hm? Are you sure you're not just seeking out compliments?

[Shameless as he is, he's not sure he has enough face to say how much he enjoyed the rough press of skin, the breathless pleasure, or the way Lan Zhan manhandled him to the point of exhaustion. He gives a short and airy laugh, so much breath already spent.]

Good is not nearly a strong enough word for you, I'm afraid.