solstice (слэш)

Wei Wuxian wakes up in the middle of the night, restless.

“I am trying to sleep,” Lan Wangji murmurs in between the kisses, and Wei Wuxian shivers at the feeling of warm breath ghosting over his skin. “Stop disrupting me.” The half-conscious conviction with which he speaks makes Wei Wuxian snort.
“Then sleep,” Wei Wuxian says. “No one’s stopping you.” Lan Wangji doesn’t stop, leaving a wet trail of kisses along the line of his shoulder.