The one advantage to a drunken Lan Wangji is that his emotions are that much more obvious, his minuscule expressions magnified. He doesn't miss the pout, but it could be anything from his stifled laugh, to telling Lan Zhan to behave himself.

Whatever the reason, it certainly hasn't dampened his enthusiasm. Lan Zhan's grip is as firm as ever, and he's pulled close, almost flush against that well-muscled and very naked body.

"Already bending the rules, I see," he smirks, leaning in to kiss the corner of Lan Zhan's mouth. His free hand goes to Lan Wangji's waist, and he uses it to urge him in the direction of the bathroom, none too subtly.

"Such a troublemaker you are."