Wei Ying's body is pliant against Lan Zhan's as it so often is in these situations, leaning needily into the man's embrace. There's an increasingly desperate edge in his response to the kiss, sighing into it when Lan Zhan undoes his ponytail. It really doesn't take much to get him going and a pleased noise escapes him when Lan Zhan pulls his head back, escalating into a lusty moan when his teeth sink into his neck.

"I can tell. It's been a really long time for you," he says, practically gasping the words. "Let's fix that, then."

The fingers trailing his spine is making Wei Ying feel all together impatient with the idea of clothes in general so he sneaks his hands up between them and begins unbuttoning Lan Zhan's shirt.