The warning has no heat, aside from the warmth of Lan Zhan's breath over his skin. It prickles, a shiver running through him as his skin is bared to his husband.

"Much better," he replies, a pleased hum against Lan Zhan's mouth, before his tongue darts out over the gently bitten lower lip. This time, it's Wei Wuxian who pushes forward, pressing their lips together, tongue teasing at the entrance to Lan Zhan's mouth. His body does much the same, skin flush against his husband's body, his fingers reaching to twine around the trailing end of Lan Zhan's headband before tugging it loose.

"Now, what wishes can this husband grant for his beloved Lan Zhan?" he murmurs quietly, his bare thigh slotting between Lan Zhan's clothed legs and grinding suggestively.