[he can hear his own name in the silent beats that happen when Lan Wangji's mouth opens: Wei Ying, between his rough breaths, again and again. he's not shy about pressing into Wei Wuxian's hands, his mouth, tangling fingers in his hair; it's been a long time since the first time Wei Wuxian tried something like this, when he trembled through it and looked like someone being bullied. he knows very well what he wants, this time.]