[it is -- perhaps a relief to be fucked like this, in a way it might not be at home or in a different far-flung fantasy world: to shed the tight-held control for a while, to let the person he loves drive the stresses out of his head at their leisure and replace them with nothing but pleasure. he wonders if it's like that for Wei Wuxian, too, when it's the other way around. his thoughts are hazy enough that he doesn't feel guilty about imagining Wei Wuxian in love with him as part of it.

he's still not terribly demonstrative like this, at least in sound or expression, but his eyes are damp and his breathing's increasingly ragged and his body's spasming in pleasure every time Wei Wuxian drives up into him, honest. he's also grinding down and forward as he's speared, to deepen it and to press his cock against Wei Wuxian's stomach, growing more insistent by the minute]