[he is being touched like he's something utterly precious, whether it's his first body or his second. he's not being held down. Lan Wangji's hands on his skin are relatively gentle, just like the first time, pressure without outright bruising.

the strange chill that exudes from Lan Wangji's body shifts, too; most of his skin warms under Wei Wuxian's touch, but his mostly-untouched wings still carry it. they both shiver because of that, now and again.

at some point in the dizzy whirl of feeling there's a hand on Wei Wuxian's cheek.]

Good?

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