[ Nipples have never been a thing that Wei Ying's paid attention to. He has them, he knows other people have them, but he's never paid attention to them. Now, however, with Lan Zhan's hands on him, with him pinching them, Wei Ying is incredibly thankful for whatever evolutionary advantage gave them nipples. He gasps, arching up into Lan Zhan's hands. ] Again. More.

[ Between Lan Zhan's hands on his nipples and mouth on his neck, he feels almost overwhelmed, but in a good way. ] Okay. Not creative. That's fine. Good, actually, we'll explore each other. God, I can't believe I get to do this, get to put my hands on you and—

[ He cuts himself off by pressing his lips to Lan Zhan's shoulder, one hand tracing down his back to his ass, squeezing it through his pants. He hums against his shoulder, pressing kisses there, and rocking up against his boyfriend. ]