It’s all that bare skin. That’s the problem. Lan Xichen is right: cold water was a good thought, but this has simply compounded the issue. Sticking thirty young people currently out of their minds with magically-induced lust in such immediate and naked proximity to one another is enough to overcome even the most well-instilled Lan discipline.
Well. That’s not quite right. The most disciplined Lan of them all is currently hard at work in the library pavilion, having barely broken into a sweat beneath his own robes, despite being the one to catch the first and largest part of this unusual assault. Wei Wuxian smiles at his own feet for a moment, letting the fondness wash through him, then returns his attention to the problem.
I might just have a new favourite sex pollen fic. 🙂