Quick obedience has never been Wei Ying's way and he'd like to say he's surprised when the other man drops, but instead fingers tangle in Wei Ying's hair holding him there as his own hips rock forward, keeping him there a few minutes longer than he likely intended before he lets go.

And when Wei Ying is where he wants him, Wangji behind him one hand guiding his dick until he can snap his hips forward, his first thrust driving into Wei Ying as one arm wraps around him.