Yes.

He really can't get anough; his hunger for this man never truly sates. Wei Ying's cups his husband's face in his hands, kissing him softly and sweetly, as he reaches down to pull Lan Zhan's hand away. He squeezes it once before letting to grab his cock and position it so the head's positioned at his entrance.

I want you in me.

And then he seats himself on it, moaning loudly as he sinks down onto him. That they're doing this in the bath just increases the sensuality of it.