Oh, good. Lan Zhan is so good at solving problems like this. Wei Wuxian didn't even have to do anything at all.

His fingers curl on air as Lan Zhan kisses him, seeking contact, but they cannot close on anything. It's all right. Lan Zhan is giving him all the contact he should desire, anyway; he does not need to grab for him shamelessly.

Still, as he returns the kiss, he can feel himself growing more desperate, delving deeper, trying to press even closer --

A tiny, skittering, scratching noise sounds from the other side of the door.

Then a cheerful squeak.

Wei Wuxian stops mid-kiss, eyes opening, and drops back into sudden laughter as he tips his forehead against Lan Zhan's. "Damn it," he whispers.