His eyes flutter closed, a deep, wordless hum caught in his throat. He presses his head back into Lan Zhan's hand as he runs his fingers down to the base of his skull; exhales, shakily, when he moves on to stroke his cheek, turning his face into Lan Zhan's palm to keep as much contact with him as long as possible. He is finally close enough -- and free enough -- to kiss the heart of the other man's palm. It is so little. It is so much.

When Lan Zhan makes no further move to release him, or capture him further, he finally opens his eyes: breathless, wondering.

"More of that?" he whispers. "If you -- "

He has come back to himself just enough to remember: Lan Zhan should not be pushing himself so hard.