Wei Wuxian's legs feel weak, and he's so overheated, eager to strip down to a more comfortable level as soon as it's not going to traumatize their fellow hotel guests to do so. He starts fumbling with his belts once they're in the door.

"I-!" he huffs, "I wouldn't have even gotten it on myself if- if I hadn't been startled by someone!"

But now they're inside the room and it hardly matters, right? And he's so desperate for Lan Zhan to touch him, he can barely stand it. He doesn't want to argue, he just wants... he just wants.

Before he can so much as vocalize that, he's led to the bathroom, and thinking it's as good a place as any to undress and seduce his near-husband, he goes along, at least until he hears the door click shut behind him.

"Lan Zhan?" his voice has risen slightly, a note of worry in his tone. Is Lan Zhan really that mad about it? He tries to turn the knob to leave again, but it doesn't help that his hand is still slick with the oil.

"Lan Zhan please, I..." he tugs the last of his belts away, dropping them messily on the floor, but he only gets his robes halfway off before his legs wobble and he half-collapses against the bathroom counter, breath coming in quickened little puffs.