It's almost too much of a tease for the warmth and draw of Lan Zhan's lips to dip little by little, only for him to part within the next breath. Six months and hundreds of miles had already separated them, all finally up until now. Wei Ying knows well that neither of them have any need to hurry with any particular aspect of their endless lives, but that doesn't mean he wishes to fall into complacency.

Wei Ying almost has to chuckle with amusement at the sight of the couch. Instead, for the moment, he allows himself to move as Lan Zhan guides them.

Their position is a favored one for Wei Ying. While normally around the same height as Lan Zhan, being seated on his lap allows for a subtly noticeable advantage as he relaxes with both legs over to one of Lan Zhan's sides, comfortably settled.

One of Wei Ying's arms drapes over Lan Zhan's shoulders. His touch is feather-light against the warmth of Lan Zhan's smooth, pale skin, caressing his cheek and down towards the column of his throat with the backs of his knuckles.

His eyes glow a deep shade of crimson, only to slip shut as he tips his forehead against Lan Zhan's temple, deeply breathing him in. Six months is a long time to go without truly being sated. "I'm home, Lan Zhan."