[he's being moved, Lan Wangji's hands easily lifting his hips in long, liquid movements in the water, slow and sensual and utterly pleasurable every time he sinks down again; if he wants, all he has to do is relax and let his husband do the work here. he's kissed on the cheek, then the top of one ear. Lan Wangji murmurs:]

Wei Ying is good.