"Er-gege," he breathes, the name giving away to a moan.

He's already aching with need by the time Lan Zhan's taking him into his mouth. Wei Ying reaches down to caress his husband's hair and face, hips arching up on the bed instinctively. His husband had certainly taken his instruction during their first time to heart.

"You're getting so good at this now. I knew you would. You're so good at everything! Of course, you're good at this, too."