"Easy, going to prepare you. Try to relax, Wei Ying."

With his legs spread, and prying his soft cheeks apart, Lan Wangji slowly slides his fingers inside his hole, starting with one finger, then two, and then three fingers to slowly stretch him, and prep him, wetting his tight inner walls and rubs against his hidden spot, finding him very soft inside. The heat of the oil sparks warmth upon contact.