Huaisang lets the hand on Lan Wangji’s side drift, caressing over his stomach before dipping lower. Fingertips are feather light as they ghost over the others length and he noses along the others jaw. It’s only for a moment before he raised his head again. His hand had settled on his stomach above his length.

“Would you like to now that we’re sober?”

Huaisang isn’t in a hurry to lose Lan Wangji’s closeness, the warmth of his body right there. And sex... sex is not only a distraction, there’s a comfort in the closeness. Despite the others answer he half thinks he’s offering too much too soon.

“You do not visit all that often,” Huaisang murmurs, the Lans more than most but there were many lonely times in between.