It's unfair to ask him this question while doing that, but Wei Ying has always been like that. Lan Wangji groans, grabs both of Wei Ying's arms maybe a little too tight. His body responds quickly, as it always does with his husband.

"Let me take you to bed," he murmurs against Wei Ying's lips, already guiding him backwards towards their marriage bed. He would pick up Wei Ying if he wished, since he draws him into a kiss and they're both walking blind.

Taking the headband from Wei Ying, he wraps it gently around his wrists. And then he tugs, hard.