He remembers some things. A body under his, laughter, his name on familiar lips and the way it feels to hold the man beneath him. The next bite is rough, his teeth all but breaking the skin as he works Wei Ying open.

"I'm here." It's quiet, Wangji withdrawing his fingers to stroke himself before he's between Wei Ying's legs, bending them up over his body while he rocks his hips and then just drives into him.

He'd planned to do more, but the ache to be inside Wei Ying had taken over.