[they breathe, and kiss, and breathe again, pressed together, warm and sticky and still-joined, the ghost of pleasure shivering along their nerves with every breath even when their bodies have settled a little more.

Lan Wangji relaxes the arm around Wei Wuxian without going so far as to release him, reaching up to gently brush the hair away from his face and just...look at him for a moment, eyes honey-dark and warm]