[as though Lan Wangji has ever really been able to deny him.

he does, perhaps, choke him at the last, forgetting himself in the grip of his pleasure, the final powerful arch of his hips only partially restrained by Wei Wuxian's weight; spilling hot over his tongue, down his throat. a long, low groan's almost wrenched from him as he comes, and his other hand digs so hard into the mattress it nearly rips]