He tries to squirm, straining upward toward Lan Zhan, but cannot close the maddeningly narrow space between their mouths. He is held too tightly; that alone, he realizes in a rush of euphoria so intense his limbs weaken, makes him want to succumb to whatever Lan Zhan wishes, yield to the heat flooding through them. He pants for air.

Lan Zhan, he thinks he says, but cannot be sure.