He's missed this as much as any other part of their relationship and the feeling of those fingers in his hair are enough to have him breaking the contact, Wei Ying's name on his lips.

When he lifts his head, Wangji ends up taking a step back, taking in every inch of Wei Ying lying there on the island, alive and he forgets to breathe for a moment, something inside him aching as he reaches for the oil. He's not watching his own hands, slicking his fingers blindly because he can't look away from the man in front of him.

And then he's between Wei Ying's legs again, working two fingers into him as his gaze settles on his face again.