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The first time Lan Zhan met Wei Ying; he was being scolded by Lan Qiren. He had been sent to supervise the scolding, quickly learning that he had been the culprit in the theft of the donations that had been left for the Church. It had troubled everyone in the convent for a few days now, but it seemed now they had a face to put to the mysterious thief.
As he listened to him rant, Lan Zhan caught him looking directly at him, a coy smirk on his lips. He was unlike any man that Lan Zhan had ever seen. His ears were covered in piercings, running up the sides and clinging to his lobes. When he opened his mouth, he spied a glimpse of a tongue piercing. He wore a dirty leather jacket over a tattered red tee, and a pair of ripped black skinny jeans with platform boots. His hair was long, scrambled up into a messy ponytail with strands falling down to frame his boyish face.
He was the picture of the Anti-Christ if Lan Zhan had ever seen one. Yet, something about him was incredibly intoxicating.
“Your reverence,” he said, grinning a little. “After your lecture, I promise that I’m a changed man.”
Lan Qiren scoffed at him. “It will take more than that to convince me, boy.”
“I am, I am! Let me join your little uhh… group. That’ll prove my honesty, won’t it?”
“Absolutely not.”
Wei Ying pouted at him. Lan Zhan stood rigid still, hands behind his back. He wouldn’t be swayed by him.
“Wangji.” Lan Qiren said, turning his attention to him. “Show him out.”
Lan Zhan nodded. “Mmn.”
“Don’t show your face around here again.” Lan Qiren pointed a finger.
Lan Zhan turned and began walking, hoping that Wei Ying would simply follow. He did. He followed Lan Zhan all the way to the exit but didn’t stop running his mouth as he did.
“You’ve got a pretty face, what’s your name?” He began. Lan Zhan simply ignored him. “Are you giving me the silent treatment? That’s pretty cold. My name’s Wei Ying. Now you have to tell me yours or it’s rude.” Still silence. “Fine, if you won’t tell me, I’ll just have to give you a nickname.”
Lan Zhan glanced at him. “A nickname?”
“Yes! Something fitting. Hmm… Sweetpea! I’m going to call you sweetpea from now on. For that sweet face of yours.” Wei Ying announced, prodding his side. Lan Zhan slapped his hand away and scowled at him, ears burning.
What kind of nickname was sweetpea? Wasn’t that the sort of thing you called your lover? This Wei Ying surely had no dignity to be flirting with a man in this way. He did realise that he was a man, didn’t he? Lan Qiren had always said that it was wrong, drilled into him time and again after the first time he had confessed to having a crush on another one of the young trainee boys.
He would not be swayed by Wei Ying.
“Shameless,” he grumbled. Wei Ying burst into laughter.
He showed him the exit and Wei Ying walked outside with little complaint. Lan Zhan watched him make his way over to the large motorcycle parked outside and frowned. Wei Ying grabbed the helmet resting on top and straddled the bike. With a childish grin, he waved to Lan Zhan.
“See you later, sweetpea.”
Lan Zhan didn’t expect to see Wei Ying again after that. However, it seemed that Wei Ying had other plans. He kept coming back to the Church, sitting in the services and wandering around until Lan Qiren kicked him out. No matter how many times he was swatted, he kept coming back, like a cockroach. He stood out like a sore thumb in the pews with his attire.
“Wangji.” Lan Huan, his brother, caught his attention.
“Yes?” Lan Zhan answered.
“That man was here again, wasn’t he?” Lan Huan said. Lan Zhan nodded. “I’m surprised Uncle hasn’t called the police on him yet. I suppose it would be hard when he isn’t doing anything wrong right now. I’ve seen him talking to you, is he bothering you?”
It was true, Wei Ying had spent a lot of time crawling up by his side and poke at him and ask how his day was going. Even after he told him his name, Wei Ying would not stop calling him sweetpea. He wouldn’t stop even when he asked him to.
Despite how he infuriated him, Lan Zhan found himself looking towards the door every morning to see if he would attend the day’s service. Every time that bounce of dark hair came in; Lan Zhan felt his heart skip a beat.
“He isn’t bothering me,” he said.
Lan Huan cocked an eyebrow. The one thing about his brother was that he always managed to read him like an open book and while sometimes it benefited him, it worried him in situations like this. He couldn’t know that Wei Ying gave him butterflies in his stomach, lest Lan Qiren found out. It was a sin to feel this way, especially towards a man like that. He was a man of God, who had sworn his purity under his eyes.
“If you’re sure.” Lan Huan said, shrugging his shoulders.
Lan Zhan nodded and followed him with his eyes when the left the room.
“Brother Lan.” A sing-song voice from behind him after the next day’s evening service. Lan Zhan turned around to see Wei Ying stood there, looking as mischievous as ever.
“Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan replied flatly. It made a change for Wei Ying to call him by something other than sweetpea.
“I’m bored, Brother Lan. Won’t you teach this humble disciple something?” He asked, putting his hands behind his back and leaning towards him.
Lan Zhan knew that Wei Ying had no intentions for anything other than mischief. He was not a fool. Yet, the temptation to spend just a little more time with him was almost too much. Already, he had spent many sleepless nights thinking of the deviant man, waking up sweating and uncomfortable in his dampened sheets.
He couldn’t tell anyone about this.
“What are you struggling with?” He asked.
Wei Ying made a humming noise. “Recite me some scripture, sweetpea.”
There he went again, with the nickname. Lan Zhan rolled his eyes but obeyed. He grabbed some books off the nearby bookshelf and guided Wei Ying into one of the back rooms. There was a small alcove where they could hide away from prying eyes, not that there were many people dotted around at this time.
He did as Wei Ying suggested, going through passages in the scripture with him, reading aloud bits and giving him assigned reading. It was impossible not to feel Wei Ying’s hot gaze on him the whole time, burning into his soul.
“You really know all of this off by heart, don’t you?” Wei Ying commented, leaning on his hand with his elbow on the table. He twirled a strand of hair with his finger.
“Of course.” Lan Zhan replied. He was expected to, he had been raised with religion and wanted to do his family proud.
He jolted in his seat when he felt Wei Ying’s foot nudge him under the table. A bead of sweat made a path down his cheek.
“Don’t you do anything else? You know, for fun.” Wei Ying said.
Lan Zhan furrowed his eyebrows and shuffled back a little in his seat. “What do you mean?”
“You must get out of this place sometimes. What do you like to do for fun? Have you ever drunk alcohol before?”
“Wine at communion.”
Wei Ying shook his head. “Besides that.”
“It… is a sin to overindulge.”
Lan Zhan had never been a rule-breaker. He was even considered stiff by some of the other members of the convent, but he paid no mind to them. They were simply not as dedicated to their faith as he was. He followed all the rules by the book and had little interest in straying. He witnessed others falling prey to such sins as lust and greed, but Lan Qiren had always praised him for turning his head the other way.
Little did he know, Lan Zhan’s interests were in other places, beyond the tantalising skin of some of the women who came into the Church. He had never felt these repressed desires blossom so much as when he met Wei Ying for the first time.
“So, you’re telling me you’ve never had any fun.” Wei Ying replied.
“There is always fun in God.” Lan Zhan said stubbornly.
At that, Wei Ying laughed. He nudged his leg again with his foot. “Tell me then, Brother Lan, does that mean you’re still a virgin, too?”
Lan Zhan’s ears turned bright red. How could he ask something like that without shame? Didn’t he know it was rude to ask about one’s purity?
“Judging by that reaction, I’m going to say yes. How cute!” Wei Ying said.
“It is none of your business.” Lan Zhan closed his book and stood up. He couldn’t take any more of this.
Wei Ying’s laughter faded into hushed chuckles.
“I’ll be back for another reading, sweetpea.”
And he was. Wei Ying didn’t stop coming back. Each time, Lan Zhan allowed him to enter that back room with him, tucked in the alcove. It always done late in the evening or at night, to hide from Lan Qiren’s gaze. No one was ever around to see them. This way, it avoided any unnecessary questions.
It was his duty to help him, Lan Zhan thought, to turn him away from a life of sin. This is what he’d always been told. Wei Ying was out here looking for help and he had a responsibility to help him.
The teaching absolutely had nothing to do with the fact that Wei Ying made his heart pound faster than ever and that he couldn’t help staring at his lips when he talked from time to time.
“It’s a bit stuffy in here, don’t you think?” Wei Ying said one day. He shucked off his leather jacket, leaving his arms bare to the air. Lan Zhan caught sight of an extensive set of tattoos trailing up his arm. “Oh! Have I never shown you my sleeve before? Do you like it?”
Lan Zhan didn’t know what to make of it. It complimented the curvature and muscle of his arm beautifully, a pattern of flowers and fire. Was that a skull? There was so much going on. Despite himself, Lan Zhan nodded.
“Want to touch?” Wei Ying asked, extending his arm out towards him.
Swallowing roughly, Lan Zhan reached out and wrapped his hand around Wei Ying’s arm. He felt all that muscle under his fingers, he was toned but not outwardly bulky. Probably did sport. His skin was so hot, making Lan Zhan’s breath hitch. His face only got hotter when he noticed Wei Ying staring at him with those beautiful silver eyes.
“I couldn’t imagine you with a tattoo.” Wei Ying said, cocking his head to one side. “But I’m sure it’d look darling on you.”
“Did it hurt?” Lan Zhan couldn’t help asking.
Wei Ying chuckled. “Like a bitch! But it was worth it.”
Lan Zhan nodded and realised moments later that he was still holding onto Wei Ying’s arm. He let go slowly, tucking both hands back under the table as his ears burned with embarrassment. All this time he had been chastising just how shameless Wei Ying was but here he was, being no better.
“Do you like what you see, sweetpea?” Wei Ying asked.
In his lap, Lan Zhan’s fingers curled into fists. “What are you talking about?”
“I know I do. Does it bother you, that I like men? That I like you?” Wei Ying continued.
Lan Zhan couldn’t look at him. “It is a sin.”
“It’s good enough to be one, that’s for sure.” Wei Ying said. The chair scraped as he stood up and moved around to the other side of the table, sitting down next to Lan Zhan. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it’s like? To be with a man? We’re good you know, since we have all the same parts. I’m sure I could figure out just how you like it.”
“Why are you doing this?” Lan Zhan hissed.
Wei Ying smiled at him. “What can I say? I like you. I like teasing you.”
“Is that all this is?” Lan Zhan replied.
“Ah, should’ve guessed you’d be a romantic. For you though, Brother Lan, I think I might just tie myself down.” Wei Ying said.
A future with Wei Ying. Lan Zhan thought about it for a moment. The idea of holding Wei Ying, kissing him, making love to him… He had to turn away from him. Doing such things would be betraying the Church and his family. It would be selfish of him to indulge, even if his body desired it.
“You should cut loose. Have a bit of fun. I’d be happy to entertain you. Come on, just come out with me once. Let me take you for a ride, we’ll get something nice to eat.” Wei Ying suggested.
“And that is all?” Lan Zhan asked.
“If that’s what you want. How does Thursday night sound?” Wei Ying answered.
That… didn’t sound too bad. However, how would he ever sneak past Lan Qiren? He would definitely know if Wei Ying picked him up on his motorbike.
“Okay,” he said without thinking.
“Then it’s a date!”
Damn.
“What’s on your mind, Wangji?” Lan Huan could tell immediately that something was wrong. Maybe it was the way he was shifting around on his seat. He had been thinking of a plan on how to escape to see Wei Ying for a night all day.
“I… have a dilemma,” he said.
Lan Huan was his brother and he hoped that he would be able to trust him not to tell Lan Qiren about his plans. Not that he had to tell him everything of course, only enough for him to catch the hint.
“I’m always here to give you advice.” Lan Huan bowed towards him.
Lan Zhan pressed his lips together for a moment. “I wish to leave the convent for an evening. Thursday.”
“What for?”
“Personal reasons. Could you tell Uncle?”
Lan Huan folded his arms over his chest. “I’ve been worried about you lately. Don’t think I don’t know that you and the deviant Wei Ying have been spending time together at night.”
“I am helping him with scripture.” Lan Zhan said defensively. It wasn’t a lie. That was how their little sessions had started.
“Just be careful, okay?” Lan Huan said.
“I will.”
“I’ll tell Uncle. Just keep yourself safe.”
Thursday rolled around eventually. Far too slowly for Lan Zhan’s liking. Thanks to Lan Huan, he managed to slip out of the convent and walked far enough out of sight to find Wei Ying, who had pulled up on his motorcycle.
“Hey sweetpea,” he cooed. “I’ve found just the place for us to go. Hop on.”
He tossed Lan Zhan a helmet. Lan Zhan stared at it for a moment before placing it over his head, tucking his hair in. His fingers trembled a little as he sat on the back of the motorcycle. He had never been on one of these before and they certainly looked dangerous whenever he saw them racing down the street. Wei Ying didn’t strike him as someone who was careful about these sorts of things. Especially not when he was putting only a pair of goggles over his eyes.
“Wrap your arms around my waist.” Wei Ying said.
Lan Zhan paused before he did. He shuffled up close to Wei Ying, pressing his chest up against his back. Under his fingers, he could feel Wei Ying’s racing heart. He was so close to him. Tingles were chasing up his spine. Never had he touched someone like this.
“Hold on tight!” Was the last thing Wei Ying yelled before he revved the engine and they took off into the night.
By the time they arrived at their destination, Lan Zhan was shaken. He got off the motorcycle with wobbly legs and a spinning head. He was happy to shuck off the helmet, being so sweaty inside.
“How was that?” Wei Ying said. He laughed when he saw Lan Zhan’s expression. “Like that, huh? Well come on, you’ll forget all about it soon.”
Wei Ying had taken him to a very casual restaurant. They easily got a table and were served within minutes. Wei Ying picked some spicy dish that Lan Zhan had never heard of and a bottle of wine, while Lan Zhan got a much tamer, vegetarian meal.
“So, tell me more about yourself!” Wei Ying suggested. He took a big bite of his food, then continued to talk with his mouth hanging open. “You always been religious?”
“I grew up in the Church.” Lan Zhan said. He didn’t know why he felt so comfortable telling Wei Ying about his life. Perhaps it was because they’d already spent so much time together in one of the back rooms? “With my brother.”
“Oh yes! I remember him. He looks just like you, are you twins?” Wei Ying asked. Lan Zhan shook his head. “Really? Wow. I have a brother too you know. Well, adopted. I’m adopted. His name’s Jiang Cheng and he’s a real prickler. But I love him.”
“I see.”
“I have a sister too! Jiang Yanli. She’s much sweeter and nicer than Jiang Cheng. She makes the best stew in the world.”
“Mmn.”
“Is that old guy really your uncle?”
“Yes. He raised us.”
“What about your parents?”
Lan Zhan frowned. He poked at his food for a moment, uncharacteristically him, as his mind wandered to images of his mother.
“Ah, sorry. Sore spot, huh?” Wei Ying laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s okay. My birth parents are… dead. So.”
Things had gotten very awkward, very quickly. They let the silence overcome them for a while until they finished their meal. Lan Zhan put down his cutlery and took a sip of the water that had been left for him. He watched Wei Ying drink big gulps of the wine, a little of the red dribbling down his chin. Lan Zhan felt an overwhelming urge to clean it with his tongue.
What was he thinking? Such impure thoughts! He had never felt this way before.
“Do you want some?” Wei Ying asked, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. Lan Zhan shook his head. “Alright, your loss.”
The two of them managed to chatter some more. It was a lot of Wei Ying telling Lan Zhan about himself, about things he liked and silly anecdotes of him and his brother. The whole thing made Lan Zhan feel a little hollow. Wei Ying had this wealth of life experiences and what did he have? He barely had any friends, unless you counted his family.
“Ah. I forgot my wallet.” Wei Ying said as he stood up from the table.
Lan Zhan sighed and placed the money down on the table. “I will pay.”
“Thank you, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying chirped. Was that the first time he called him by his real name? “I’ll get it next time.”
So, he wanted a next time. Lan Zhan could only nod. Wei Ying guided him out of the restaurant and declared that there was another spot he wanted to take him to. It was surprising that Wei Ying didn’t seem even the slightest bit drunk after downing an entire bottle of wine, but he supposed not everyone was like him. Truthfully, Lan Zhan knew very little of the outside world until Wei Ying came and opened his eyes.
“I used to come here all the time when I was a kid. Jiang Cheng and I used to climb the trees and… There’s a spot, come on.” Wei Ying said, pointing at one of the large trees.
Lan Zhan watched as Wei Ying pulled himself up the tree, hanging onto one of the branches and pulling himself up to sit on top of it. Did he expect him to do that as well? He wasn’t sure that he could.
“Come up! Oh, don’t tell me, you’ve never climbed a tree?” Wei Ying asked.
“I have not.” Lan Zhan admitted.
“Come on then, grab my hands, I’ll pull you up.”
It seemed risky but Lan Zhan wasn’t about to let this moment be ruined over such a thing. He climbed partly up the tree, muddying his shoes, and grabbed hold on Wei Ying’s hands to let him pull him up. He sat down on the branch next to Wei Ying, heart ready to leap out of his chest.
“I used to like this spot as a kid. You can always see the stars real nice and… Wow, I’m just realising how ridiculous this all sounds.” Wei Ying laughed a little. “Sorry, you must think it’s stupid, me dragging you all the way out here for this.”
“No.” Lan Zhan said quickly. “It is… beautiful.”
And it was. The leaves from the tree gently framed the sky like a portrait, the stars twinkling over the expanse of dark blue sky, and the moon illuminating Wei Ying’s face. Like this, it was hard to believe that Lan Qiren referred to Wei Ying as something akin to the devil. He hadn’t seen his beauty, his pale shining skin under the moonlight. He was the most beautiful thing that Lan Zhan had ever seen.
“Thanks for indulging me, Lan Zhan.” Wei Ying said softly.
“Mmn.”
“You didn’t have to come out with me. I can’t believe you said yes after all I teased you.”
“It is fine.”
“I do like you though. I hope that it doesn’t scare you too much. I know what your Church says about men like me. I’m a sinner in your eyes, right?”
Lan Zhan couldn’t hold back any longer. He reached out and took Wei Ying’s cheek in his hand, tilting his face towards him. Up close, he was even more gorgeous. Long eyelashes, full cheeks that were turning a little rosy. It was like all the confidence had been sucked out of him and Lan Zhan ached to keep seeing him so vulnerable.
“If you are then I am, as well.” Lan Zhan said. It was cheesy but it was the truth.
When Lan Zhan leaned in to kiss him, Wei Ying reciprocated. They melted into each other’s mouths, finding a rhythm of their own. Lan Zhan had never kissed anyone before, but he couldn’t be doing a bad job with the way Wei Ying was panting into his mouth. His fingers came to claw at his button-down, climbing up until they laced themselves in his hair.
They had to part eventually. Wei Ying stared back at him and smiled. “Does this mean I’ll see you again?”
“Keep coming to the Church.”
“Yes, Brother Lan.”
Lan Zhan was more chipper than usual ever since that night. It had caught the attention of other members of the Church but he didn’t care. His night and day was spent thinking of Wei Ying, waiting for him to return with a renewed vigour. Would he get to kiss him again? What else was in store for them?
Each time Wei Ying showed up, they found ways to steal kisses, hiding away in all the nooks and alcoves of the Church. Lan Zhan couldn’t get enough of him. It was a risk that he was willing to take to have more of him.
They continued their scripture sessions in the back room. One evening, Wei Ying seemed to have other plans. He took a seat beside him at the table and before he could even open his book, tugged Lan Zhan into a deep kiss.
Lan Zhan dropped everything he was holding to reciprocate. He grabbed at Wei Ying’s waist and drew him in. Wei Ying was more than happy to respond and moaned into his mouth when he bit his bottom lip. He hadn’t meant to but seeing Wei Ying’s reaction excited him.
When they parted, Lan Zhan expected him to dive in again, but Wei Ying took to pressing kisses down his neck. Lan Zhan grumbled low in his throat, tilting his head back slightly to allow him to continue. It sent tingles all over his body. Who knew he was so sensitive there? Wei Ying got up from his seat and leaned over him, pressing a hand to his chest as he continued his assault.
“Wei Ying…” Lan Zhan whispered.
“Shh.” Wei Ying hushed him. He pulled back and smiled, quickly sinking to his knees.
Lan Zhan’s gaze followed him as he pried his legs apart. Sweat was building on his palms at the anticipation. Wei Ying’s fingers slid over his thighs, squeezing the flesh as he went. Then they moved to tug his belt free.
“I—” Lan Zhan began again but once more he was met with shushing.
“Let me.” Wei Ying said.
Lan Zhan swallowed roughly but nodded. His fingers went in and out of fists as Wei Ying pulled down his zipper. He leaned in, mouth roving over the bulge that had formed some time when Wei Ying was kissing his neck, leaving a wet spot behind. Lan Zhan whimpered a little but remained still.
He knew this was improper. Lan Qiren would surely throw a fit if he knew that this was happening within the Church. Yet, he felt no drive to do anything other than sit back on his seat and let Wei Ying do as he pleased.
His whole face turned red when Wei Ying pulled his cock free. He was embarrassingly hard already. Who could blame him, when he had never been touched in this way? He didn’t know why he was letting this continue. Perhaps it was true that he was only human like everybody else and he too would succumb to lust.
But right now, he didn’t care. All he wanted was Wei Ying.
Wei Ying’s tongue licked a stripe over the length of his shaft and Lan Zhan had to hold in a moan. The ball of his tongue piercing glided against the sensitive skin, cooling it slightly.
“Is this what you desire, Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying asked, breath heavy over his weeping tip.
Lan Zhan licked his dry lips. He had to push back all of his pride and dignity before he uttered a single “please”.
Wei Ying seemed to be satisfied with that answer. He tucked a lock of hair behind his ear and wrapped his lips around his cock. Lan Zhan gasped brokenly, unable to stop himself from bucking his hips slightly into that warm heat. He reached out and grabbed at Wei Ying’s hair, latching onto his ponytail as he moved that sinful tongue all over his cock.
“Oh…” Lan Zhan whispered.
Small whines kept escaping him, especially as Wei Ying took him back into his throat. Even so, there was still parts untouched. Wei Ying wrapped his fingers around the remaining length of his shaft that he couldn’t fit in his mouth and pumped them steadily.
Just as Lan Zhan thought he might combust, Wei Ying pulled away and wiped his lips. “So big, Lan Zhan. I can barely take you.”
Size had never been something Lan Zhan thought much about. It wasn’t like he saw other men’s cocks on a regular basis, or even ever in his life, except for his brother’s when they were young. How was he supposed to know whether he was big or small? What did it matter?
Wei Ying prodded the tip of his cock, still weeping with precum, making him let out a small choked noise again.
“Won’t you indulge me tonight?” Wei Ying asked. He stood up and slipped off his jacket, then tossed it aside. Next came his t-shirt, leaving him bare-chested. Lan Zhan’s gaze was hooked on the nipple bars there stood there. “Oh, you like?”
Lan Zhan reached out instead of answering, roving his hand over Wei Ying’s chest until his thumbs met the metal. He really shouldn’t be so exposed in a place like this, with the small risk of someone catching them, under the eyes of God. But Lan Zhan knew by this point, he would throw all of that out of the window for Wei Ying.
Wei Ying moaned when Lan Zhan pulled on the piercing. He bit his lip and looked down at Lan Zhan with lidded eyes.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said.
Lan Zhan continued to fondle both piercings for a little longer, enjoying see Wei Ying squirm and moan under the ministrations. But eventually, Wei Ying must have gotten sick of it because he batted his hands away. He grabbed Lan Zhan by the shirt and pulled him up to his feet, then pushed him back against the table.
“It’s unfair, sweetpea.” Wei Ying whined. “Can I undress you some more?”
“Yes.” Lan Zhan said it before he thought too hard about it.
Wei Ying gave him that childish grin that he had grown so familiar with over the time they’d been together. He made short work of the buttons on Lan Zhan’s shirt, leaving it hanging open to expose his chest. Wei Ying kissed down the skin, nipping slightly here and there to leave tiny red marks that would easily be hidden. He had some respect for his position, at least. Though a part of Lan Zhan wanted him to bite him where everyone could see it, for them to know that he had seen the light.
His cock was still hard against his stomach. Wei Ying didn’t hesitate in tearing the rest of his clothes from his body, so he lay there in his open shirt and nothing else. He looked at Wei Ying and sat up. Things had just gotten unfair again.
“Now you,” he said.
“Now me! So very cheeky.” Wei Ying teased.
Lan Zhan took the initiative to help Wei Ying out of his ripped skinny jeans. They were surprisingly tough to remove, clinging to his legs with all their might. Next came his boxers, revealing a cock that was equally hard, but much smaller than his. Lan Zhan stared, fascinated, given that it was the first adult cock he had seen besides his own.
“You wanna…?” Wei Ying gestured towards it.
Lan Zhan nodded and took Wei Ying’s cock in hand. It was hot and heavy in his palm. Every time he moved along it, Wei Ying shuddered under his grip and moaned. He eventually had to balance himself with his hands on the table, either side of Lan Zhan.
“Fuck, Lan Zhan, you’re so good. You’re doing so good.” Wei Ying praised. “More. Yes, just like that.”
He was blabbering. Lan Zhan took the encouragement though and kept at it. He rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock and delighted in the way it made Wei Ying moan louder. They had to be careful not to be too loud though. It may have been night-time and they were tucked away, but there was still other people around.
“Wait wait wait.” Suddenly, Wei Ying stopped him. Lan Zhan halted. Was he doing something wrong? It wasn’t like he knew much about this kind of thing. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s fine. It’s better than fine, it’s so good I thought I was gonna cum.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Lan Zhan asked.
Wei Ying laughed. “Yes, but not now! We haven’t even gotten to the good bit yet.”
Lan Zhan cocked an eyebrow.
“Lan Zhan…” Wei Ying said, leaning in close to him. “Will you let me inside of you?”
It was like his brain had short-circuited. He didn’t know why he assumed that Wei Ying might want to be on the receiving end of this sort of thing, perhaps something to do with his demeanour? That wasn’t to say that he hadn’t thought of it this way. Wei Ying was an enigma, a ball of energy that ignited something carnal inside him.
“Y… Yes.” Lan Zhan said.
They let go of each other and Wei Ying scrambled to find his discarded jacket. He pulled out a small bottle from one of the pockets that Lan Zhan hadn’t even noticed was there.
“I’ll be gentle, I promise. Regarding your purity and all!” Wei Ying said.
He pushed him down again on the table, back flat against the wood, and settled between his legs. Lan Zhan didn’t know what to expect. Each time he reached out to touch Wei Ying; he shooed his hands away.
“Trust me to take care of you.” Wei Ying tapped his cock with his words. Lan Zhan grumbled but nodded, putting his hand stubbornly by his side.
There was no way he could relax when Wei Ying was grabbing his legs though. He pushed them up until his knees touched his chest. Lan Zhan couldn’t look. There was no way. This was far too embarrassing, to be exposed like this.
Wei Ying planted one of Lan Zhan’s legs on his shoulder. He heard the cap of the bottle he had retrieved from his jacket but refused to look and see what he was doing. Then, he felt something cold touch his backside and he jolted.
“Hey hey hey, Lan Zhan, it’s fine! It’s just the lube.” Wei Ying said. “Don’t need to be scared of a little lube.”
“Shameless.” Lan Zhan breathed, making Wei Ying chuckle again.
He didn’t stop though. He rubbed his wet fingers over his hole and Lan Zhan squirmed. It was a strange feeling but not an unwelcome one. He closed his eyes when the first finger sank inside. Pressure. Full. Stretched in ways he had never been stretched before.
“There we go.” Wei Ying cooed. Did he ever stop talking?
The finger moved in and out of him in a steady motion. One finger became two, and two became three. They all wiggled around inside him in tandem. Lan Zhan let out small breathy gasps with each push and pull, his toes curling on Wei Ying’s back.
“That okay?” Wei Ying asked. Lan Zhan nodded quickly. “Good! You’re doing really good. Thought you’d be a lot more skittish than this.”
“Mmn.”
“You know, when I first met you, I thought you had a real stick up your ass. You were fun to tease; never thought I’d feel this way about you though. Suppose I’ll be replacing that stick!”
Lan Zhan kicked his back, making him cry out with an “ow!”
“So mean, so mean!” Wei Ying pouted.
He pulled his fingers out moments later and Lan Zhan cringed at the feeling of being open and empty. He sorely missed the feeling of something inside him. Wei Ying would be quick to remedy that, however.
After the shuffle of more lube, Lan Zhan felt something hot and hard press against his entrance. He knew it was too thick to be his fingers again, so he dared to look. What he saw, he’d never forget. Wei Ying’s concentrated expression as the tip of his cock rubbed up against his backside, his flush spreading from his cheeks to his body. All those thoughts of beauty were stolen when he finally pushed inside him.
Lan Zhan let out a startling whimper. It was much louder than any of the other ones previous to this. He grabbed at Wei Ying’s shoulders, letting his leg slip down in favour for bringing him to rest over his body. It was nerve-wracking how much he was enjoying himself, to think about what this meant for him and his life. He wanted Wei Ying to assure him that things were okay.
“I’ve got you.” Wei Ying said and pressed a kiss to his cheek. It helped Lan Zhan to relax a little, the tension slipping out of him.
They settled there when Wei Ying sunk all the way inside him. Lan Zhan’s insides twitched around him, unsure what to make of their situation. He stretched him so wonderfully, like they were made to fit together.
“Are you okay?” Wei Ying asked.
“Yes.” Lan Zhan breathed.
“I’m gonna move now.”
Wei Ying grasped Lan Zhan’s hips and carefully shifted almost all the way out of him before he thrust back inside. The pace built and built as Lan Zhan got more comfortable. He clung to Wei Ying like a lifeline, eventually burying his whines and moans into the crook of his neck.
“You feel so good, you’re so hot and tight, Lan Zhan.” Wei Ying mumbled into his skin. Lan Zhan could only groan in protest to his words. Wei Ying could practically hear the shameless in his rumble. “I could stay inside you all day, but with a cock like yours, you’ll have to fuck me too some day, okay? Would you like that? Being inside me like I am you right now?”
Lan Zhan nodded as he was rocked back and forth. Wei Ying slammed into him harder with each thrust but it wasn’t until he tilted his hips up and hit a certain spot that he had to bite back a cry.
“That’s the spot, isn’t it? Ohh fuck, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan…” Wei Ying continued.
“P… Please. Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan breathed.
“Yeah, sweetpea?”
“More.”
Wei Ying kissed him messily, their teeth briefly clacking together. Lan Zhan moved from his shoulders to his hair again, pulling his ponytail free so he could tangle his fingers up in those inky locks. He tugged on it, making Wei Ying moan into his mouth, loud and shameless. He couldn’t imagine being as noisy as he was. His imagination would have to do for now as to how Wei Ying would sound in his position.
Lan Zhan leaned his head back against the table when they separated. He let Wei Ying lay kisses down his neck as he thrust into him with renewed vigour. Tears were bubbling in the corners of his eyes with every deep thrust, hitting that spot that made his cock dribble.
He must have been a sight. Blushing all over, splayed out under Wei Ying on this table in the Church, his legs spread with a cock deep inside of him. Yet, there was nowhere that Lan Zhan would have rather been.
“Ah, shit, Lan Zhan, I’m gonna cum…” Wei Ying announced with another long moan. He squeezed his hips. There were surely going to be bruises there tomorrow. “Can I cum inside you? Please say yes.”
“Yes.” Lan Zhan could barely say it.
Wei Ying grabbed his hand around Lan Zhan’s leaking cock, pumping it frantically as his thrusts became erratic. Lan Zhan’s legs trembled, his knees caving inwards as he felt his stomach stir. This build-up, he had never felt anything like it. Then, it all happened at once. He came with a cut off cry of Wei Ying’s name, spilling white all over his stomach.
It left him dazed. He stared up at the Church ceiling as Wei Ying continued to thrust into his oversensitive body for just seconds before he too stilled and climaxed. He moaned loudly again, pressing deep inside and spilling. Lan Zhan groaned at the feeling of something hot and wet inside him, and even more so when Wei Ying pulled out and some of the cum came with it.
“Wow.” Wei Ying breathed.
Lan Zhan closed his legs when Wei Ying parted from his skin. It was hard to believe what had just happened. This was real, wasn’t it? He’d just lost his virginity to this man. And he…
Loved him?
“You got any uh… cloths or something? We need to clean up.” Wei Ying said, looking around.
Lan Zhan pushed himself off the table and stumbled a little. His legs felt incredibly weak and his back ached. Luckily, Wei Ying was there to steady him.
“Whoa whoa whoa, sit back down mister. I’ll get it. Just tell me where it is,” he scolded.
He didn’t want to be babied but Lan Zhan reluctantly sat back down and guided Wei Ying to where there was a few cloths they could clean up with. They would have to be washed before anyone saw them, however.
Once everything had been cleaned, Lan Zhan and Wei Ying made a pitiful attempt at straightening themselves out and re-dressing.
“I… enjoyed that.” Wei Ying said as he pulled on his jacket. “Did you? Please tell me you did. I can’t have been that bad of a lay, right? You were moaning and everything.”
“You have no shame.” Lan Zhan replied, tutting and turning his head to one side. “…. I enjoyed it.”
“See!” Wei Ying grinned and pinched his side. “Does this mean we can do it again? I hope so. I did promise you that you could fuck me sometime.”
Lan Zhan grabbed Wei Ying’s wrist and pulled him in for a long kiss. Wei Ying’s shoulders relaxed as he wrapped his arms around Lan Zhan’s shoulders.
“Stay with me.” Lan Zhan said.
Wei Ying smiled solemnly. “I can’t, your uncle would kill me.”
It was a fair point. Lan Qiren had already said no once to him joining the Church, it was unlikely he would change his mind now, especially if he knew that had conspired between them. He took a deep breath.
“Then I will follow you,” he said.
Wei Ying cupped his cheek. “Are you sure?”
“I have already broken my promise to God.” Lan Zhan replied.
They shared another kiss.
“Let’s not jump too fast, alright? We’ll think about it for awhile. And if you still want to then sure, let’s do that.”
Lan Zhan nodded. “Okay."