Lan Zhan— [ He laughs, breathless, as Lan Zhan picks him up. His strength has always been impressive, but feeling his hands on his thighs and pressed against him is hot. More arousing than he expected.

Wei Ying wraps his legs around him, tangling his hands in his hair and doing his best to roll his hips, even as he's pinned in place against the wall. ] Fuck, I want you so badly. Do you know how hot you are? All the time, but especially like this. C'mon, Gege, fuck me.