The sound he makes isn't a whimper, really, but it isn't... not a whimper.

It's a happy sound. Wangji presses into Wei Ying's hand and arches his back and muffles his moans in the grass. He's getting more dirt on his face like this but it doesn't matter because Wei Ying -

"Yes. Mm. Mmm - ah. Love you. Yes."

"Love you. Love you. Mine," he growls between sucking bites of the flesh of Lan Zhan's back.

He moans. "Love you - love - ahhmm. Mm. Close, already."

"Do you want to come now, or do you want to wait?" he asks, briefly stilling his hand movements. 

He considers it seriously. "Wait."

So he takes his hand away and brings it forward to lace his fingers with Lan Zhan's as he continues lovingly mauling his back. 

He feels very loved and very mauled. He squeezes Wei Ying's hand. "This will take you a very long time," he comments, not sounding like minds.

"We have time." He presses a gentle kiss to the most recent mark, then bites again. "And I don't mind if it takes multiple sessions." Mmnibblenibble. 

"Mn."

Contented sigh. "Want to make you feel good too."

"Mmmmmmmm." 

The hand not currently holding Lan Zhan's drifts to a particular place. He makes a questioning noise. 

His breath catches. "Yes."

He presses fingers inside then, gently, carefully, exploringly, while also moving down to start a new mark a little lower. 

He's already mildly overwhelmed but in a very positive direction. He makes a noise that hopefully sounds encouraging and squeezes Wei Ying's hand.

"- Done this before?"

"Once. It's usually the other way around, and--there wasn't that much time between--anyway. Yes. But only once." 

Hm. He wonders what the occasion was that time.

"More or less exciting - mm. With me disheveled?"

"Hmmm. Good question. The dishevelment is definitely exciting, but that time we had just almost died because someone decided to send assassins. This is better, but that wasn't not exciting."

Wangji briefly contemplates the virtues of getting himself nearly assassinated.

No, that's very silly. No assassins near Wei Ying ever.

"Mn. Keep going."

"Mmmmmmm," he agrees, working in another finger and moving to another spot on Lan Zhan's back. 

Wow.

Wei Ying is really very good and Wangji wants to tell him so but he is all out of words for the moment. Instead there will just be a lot of breathing and soft noises and hand squeezes.

Eventually he withdraws his fingers and shifts upwards, hip-to-hip, and breathes another questioning noise into Lan Zhan's ear. 

"Mn."

So he presses in slowly, carefully, gently. 

"Lan Zhan, ah Lan Zhan, you always feel so good, however we do it, mmmmm..."

For a while he has no response to that because he is really only capable of feeling things. Breathing and hearing Wei Ying's perfect voice and feeling things.

Then he moans, which - isn't the most useful feedback, he really should be more articulate in case Wei Ying is concerned - 

"W. Wei Ying is good," he gasps finally. "You feel good. Ah-as well. Ah -- hnnn."

"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, my Lan Zhan, beautiful, perfect," Wei Ying murmurs in his ear, moving with slow but deep rolls of his hips. "Mine, my love, love you so much, so precious." 

Praise and ear-murmuring and deep hip rolls are really too much to deal with all at once, so Wangji cannot respond adequately at all this time.

Instead he is limited to incoherent pleased noises. So many incoherent pleased noises.