"I don't want there to be any part of me you aren't touching, right now." 

Well that's the most compelling argument he's ever heard in his life. He plasters himself over Wei Ying's chest and tries to ensure that maximal contact is happening.

Gooood. Good good good. This will earn him a melty cozy snuggly Wei Ying who wraps his arms around him and buries his face in Lan Zhan's shoulder and makes a little contented humming sound. 

Nuzzle. Very good. Extremely good.

If they stay like this long enough, Wangji will in fact start getting hard again. 

That is by no means unexpected and may in fact prompt some implausibly deniable squirming. 

Off they go again, then.

"Ah, Lan Zhan, feels so good, you feel so good, how does it always feel so good when er-gege's cock is inside me." 

"Ridiculous." He is flustered to the point of being very distracted... which is bad, because what if it makes him bad at sex? He covers Wei Wuxian's mouth with one hand and then bites his neck with Concentration and Skill.

That sure does succeed at preventing him from saying any more flustersome things! The noises he can still make indicate that Lan Zhan has not been rendered bad at sex. 

Good.

Afterwards, still catching his breath and cuddled up sweetly, he says, "I meant it, you know." 

"Mm?"

"That it always feels so good. That wasn't just random sexy nonsense, it was true." 

He blushes. "That is sexy nonsense whether or not it is true."

"It's not nonsense! I love you and I want you and you make me feel like I'm on fire in the best way possible. I suppose it's nonsense to only mention your cock like your hands and teeth aren't also miracles." 

Mmsnuggles~<3 

Okay great, he knows how to do snuggles. This is much more familiar territory.

Snugglesnugglesnuggle.

At some point Wei Ying decides that it's actually a little bit chilly right now and drags one of their abandoned layers of clothing over the both of them. 

At some point after that, Jiang Cheng approaches, looking marginally more mellow/less angry than usual. He holds out a full cup like a peace offering. 

Wangji is luckily in a peaceful mood. He takes the cup, nodding his head in acknowledgement.

He nods back and leaves before the interaction can get any more complicated and probably end up on fire somehow just going by historical precedent. 

Yes this is ideal.

Snugglesnuggle. Wangji gazes adoringly at his Wei Ying and sips from the cup.

His Wei Ying, who is gazing adoringly back, actually notices the cup once it is between their faces and sort of blinks at it quizzically as Lan Zhan sips. 

Wangji is confused by that until he actually swallows the contents of the cup and the taste registers.

Oh.

He blinks at Wei Ying. Should he give the rest of the wine to him, or will Wei Ying be more impressed if he drinks more? Wangji takes another sip, eyes locked with Wei Ying's. It does not taste good.