Wei Ying lays back, eyes fluttering closed, humming with pleasure between the mouth working on his neck and that stroking hand. The countertop's not ideal but it's more than adequate, giving them a position that's easier to relax in. Wei Ying's arms wrap around around his back, dragging his fingers slowly through the length of Lan Zhan's hair.

"I love it when you're you're like this, Lan Zhan," he begins to murmur encouragingly. "You bruise me up and bite me and mark me and it feels so good. Once you've got me ready, I want you to take me hard right here."

It feels like it's been a while since Wei Ying's engaged in any sort of dirty talk and he's not completely stupid. He can tell that what little control that's left is barely hanging by a thread. He has to be careful, stoking that fire, unless it blaze out of control and hurt them both.