[Lan Wangji snarls outright into Wei Wuxian's soft skin, feeling his submission, how much he enjoys this treatment, the bright rush of heat and pleasure in his emotions and the physical sweetness as Wei Wuxian's body clenches on him greedily when he's driven past the brink. it's so good he feels he might die of it; so good he wants to drink of it forever, intoxicated, fulfilled. his teeth have left a perfect bitemrk on Wei Wuxian's breast. mine hangs between them like a burning brand.

his last few thrusts are relentless, but almost lazily slow and thorough, each one stoking Wei Wuxian's fading orgasm up anew; he kisses Wei Wuxian with surprising gentleness when he finally, finally comes as well, filling him once again as he's pinned in place.]