[the pleasure merges with the stinging ache of too much too fast, prickling pressure ready to burst, but he can't get enough of it--his cries get louder and his cock strains for release, close, close, close, every bit of friction feeling like it might be the thing that tips him over the edge. it's enough to make him lose himself in it. he wants more.

it feels like it might go on forever when the orgasm hits and knocks any breath left right out of him; he spills all over Lan Wangji's hand, all over both of them, clinging like he's the only solid thing left in the world. the weak whimpers of being blissfully fucked out are caught between their lips while he gives one final thrust before going boneless under him]