Lan Zhan has never needed words when action would suffice, and Wei Wuxian is all-too-happy to follow his lead. He gives a breathy laugh at his husband's urgency, humming delightedly against his lips as they stumble their way to the bedroom.

The headband around his wrist would be a fond reminder of their youth, tumbling through the cold pools, if not for the rough tug that follows. Wei Wuxian's brows shoot up, though his eyes are full of nothing but mischief and sparkling with excitement. He pulls back, putting up only the barest play of resistance.

"Mm, seems Lan Zhan already has some fun ideas in mind," he gives a smirk, "whatever will he do with his birthday gift?"