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“Wen Qing is gonna kill you.” Wen Ning said.
Wei Ying froze on instinct, looking around as though Wen Qing might suddenly appear, needles in hand, ready to stab him in the middle of the grocery store. There are very few people that had the power to frighten Wei Ying. Wen Qing was one of them. “W-why would she kill me?”
Wen Ning had a smile in his voice as he replied. “She said Xiao Yuan needs to spend more time with her, he doesn't recognize her anymore.”
Wei Ying breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Wen Qing wasn’t serious, that was good, she scared him more than anyone he’d ever met, nearly ending him when he proposed to Wen Ning. “He’s six months old, who besides us does he recognize.” Even as he said it Wei Ying realized there is someone A-Yuan recognized just as well as them.
“Lan Zhan,” Wen Ning supplied, a sigh leaving his mouth from only saying the name.
“Hey, don’t get started with that now, I’m almost done shopping and we can talk all about how-” A woman with her son in the cart passed and Wei Ying waved at the tot sweetly. “All about how we wanna, ah, ensnare him.”
Wen Ning breathed a little deeper and Wei Ying could see him in his mind's eye, on their bed, laying on his side, maybe his stomach, drawing his dildo out in slow movements to feel the drag.
“Wen Ning. I’m not kidding.”
Wen Ning made a pitiful noise now, fingers finding his clit no doubt. Fingertips wet and slick as they glide over the piercing there. “But Wei Ying. You said we would play today. And talk about Lan Zhan.”
Wei Ying selected several cans of soup at random and tossed them into the cart thinking about anything other than Wen Ning’s pretty piercing and his wetness and his soft sighs and moans. “And we will. As soon as I get home we can talk about him as much as you want. Just not now, baby behave.”
Wei Ying checked his grocery list, he still needed ice cream, cereal, milk, and a few snacks for mid-sex breaks. He very much intended to fuck Wen Ning into the sheets all night.
They have been parents for less than a year, and while it was certainly everything they wanted it had decidedly put a damper on their sex life. Wen Qing, wonderful, merciful, scary Wen Qing, had taken A-Yuan home for the long weekend, and Wei Ying was going to eat Wen Ning until he passed out if it was the last thing he did.
But first he needed to make sure Wen Ning didn’t starve.
They’d gone three rounds before Wei Ying left; in the kitchen just after waking up, breakfast gone cold on the table as Wei Ying maneuvered Wen Ning’s hips atop his, forcing Wen Ning to move at his pace, to take it and take it deep. In the shower as they prepared to start the day, Wen Ning pressed against the wall and crying from it, legs shaking as Wei Ying took him from behind, gripping his hair and slapping his ass even as he murmured sweet words to him.
In front of the door, on the floor missionary style until Wen Ning blanked out long enough for Wei Ying to lay him on the couch and leave.
Wen Ning was still a bit bitter about that. “But, Wei Ying. I hear him, he’s taking a shower. If I don’t we’ll miss our chance. We can’t tease him if he goes to the other side of the apartment.”
‘He’ was their neighbor Lan Zhan, who they had met through a rather strange set of events. A-Yuan was being sleep trained and cried incessantly throughout the night. Wen Ning felt terrible about all the noise. Wei Ying felt a mild sense of guilt which was only really due to A-Yuan feeling bad.
But he hates seeing his husband and son so upset, so he’d drafted a note and sent it to both their up- and downstairs neighbors, as well as the only other person on their floor of the apartment building, Lan Zhan, an elementary school teacher Wei Ying had only seen in passing before then.
The note contained an apology and explanation for all the noise, as well as a drink of wine to anyone who wanted it.
Wei Ying taped the note on Lan Zhan’s door and thought nothing else of it until the handsome man had come knocking to explain that he did not in fact drink wine but that he was very good with children. After some coercing from Wei Ying he’d had a sip of wine and passed out on their couch, bunny socks peeking from the edge of his pants.
Since then Lan Zhan had been over almost every night to help the couple get A-Yuan ready for bed, staying over at times to have dinner or watch movies. Wen Ning wanted him in the worst of ways. Wei Ying was just as horny for him.
Wei Ying lifted his head skywards and sighed in exasperation. As much as he pretended otherwise, denying Wen Ning was always near impossible. Especially when his begging was so pretty. “Shh, I know you do but you’ll have to wait. Can you be a good slut for me and do that?”
“I-I am, I am Wei Ying I want it, I'm a good slut for you please.”
“I know you are, my pretty little slut at home with his ass up in the air. Getting me hard in the middle of the grocery store. What a whore. Tell me what's on your mind. Are you touching yourself already?.”
Wen Ning keened on the other end of the phone, sounding close, sounding so close.
Wei Ying hissed under his breath, glad for the headphones that meant he didn’t have to hold his phone to his ear as he zipped to the other end of the store. “Don’t cum. You’ve been bad enough, talking to me all this time without telling me you had fingers in your pussy. Don’t you dare cum until I say.”
Wen Ning whined, high and needy in the back of his throat. “But Wei Ying-”
Wei Ying lowered his voice, just a whisper so his headphones could pick up his voice. “I’ve got one more thing to grab and then I’m all yours. Tell me what you're thinking about, you're so good at painting me pretty pictures, baby.”
Wen Ning was silent for a moment, and Wei Ying could hear him shifting on the sheets, spreading out, relaxing, open and needy and wet.
He was quiet for so long that when he spoke again Wei Ying flinched, wrapped up in his own haze. “Lan Zhan… when he first came over he was dressed all prim and proper. To tell us he doesn't drink wine. Remember? But he stayed and played with A-Yuan and I really wished he would play with us too, then he passed out on the couch. And the next time he came he had those… those joggers. The grey sweats and I know you saw, Wei Ying. You saw and that's why you ate me out right after he left, isn't it? You just couldn't get your mind off of him. He looked so huge in those pants, like he’d make you choke. Wei Ying I want to choke on it, I want you to watch me suck on his cock while I play with my pussy, until I'm so wet it drips on the floor...Wei Ying please hurry up I need you, my pussy needs you.”
Wie Ying groaned, parking his cart beside a vending machine and hurrying into the bathroom, the tent in his pants unmistakeable. He rushed inside, slamming the door behind him and thanking any god in existence that it was a single person restroom.
He frees himself from the pants, stroking his dick because it's begun to ache from Wen Ning’s filthy talk. “Keep going, you little slut. You got me so worked up I left all our food.”
“If you just come home… you can eat me instead.”
Fuck. Wei Ying wraps a tighter hand around himself, spitting into his palm to soften the slide. “Tell me what you're doing. All of it, I want to hear everything.”
“Wei Ying, I want you to come back, I'm so wet and my toy died and I need it . I want you, I want you to fuck me while Lan Zhan watches. While I suck his cock and lick his balls, I want you to cum in me and call me your whore, I want him to see what a slut I am. I wanna be used up by you until I can't walk please, please I need it.”
Wei Ying groans, still stroking himself slow and firm until his toes curl. “I know you need it, little sluts like you always need it. You didn't even do what I asked. My poor A-Ning is so horny he hasn't even remembered the rules, someone must be itching for punishment huh?”
“Then come home and punish me, I've been so bad without you here.”
“I'll be back before you know it and I'm gonna make you regret every fucking word. Now tell me what you are doing and don't make me ask again.”
“I'm using the big red vibe, the one with all the ridges that make me go crazy. I’m fucking myself slow, on my side. I'm wondering if Lan Zhan feels like this, if he would stretch me out while you played with my ass.”
Wei Ying preens, a little breathless at the image. “I wonder what Lan Zhan would say when he saw your clit piercing. What do you think? He and I might need to play with it for a while. It's so pretty, we would need a close up. A-Ning with his legs spread wide while I showed you off to Lan Zhan. Wait until he tastes how sweet you are.”
“I want more. I want one in my ass too. I want you to fuck me, both of you, tell me I’m a good boy, tell me I’m your whore, tell me anything just please fuck me.” His voice was rising to a fever pitch, a pant.
“You're my whore and you better not cum until I say.”
Wen Ning whimpered, cutting out for a moment and then returning. “Wei Ying, are you thinking about it? Me on my knees in front of you while Lan Zhan fucks me? I'd suck you so good Wei Ying. All the way down like a good boy should. Like you taught me."
“Keep going baby. Make me cum and I’ll think about letting you get off.”
“You like it when I do it real sloppy, when I lick you all over and then take your cock down my throat. Make it tight for you to swallow. You like It when I play with my pussy while I suck you. And then you like to take it out and..”
"Yeah, tell me what I like, say it for me."
“Take it out and make your cock touch my piercing, rub it right up against the stud until you cum all over my pussy. Wouldn't it be nice if Lan Zhan was there to lick it up when you were done, get me all clean before he took his turn?”
Wei Ying shuddered, eyes closed. “No. No I’d make him fuck you with my cum still all over you. All over your pussy, leaking inside, making it smooth for him. Would you like that? Like Lan Zhan to fuck you in our bed?” Wei Ying asked, hand speeding up on his cock as he leaned against the sink, eyes still shut, picturing Wen Ning in the bathroom on his knees, mouth open ready to be dirtied with his cum, to eat it up, open his mouth and show Wei Ying he'd swallowed like a good boy.
Wen Ning in their bed, his ass high up in the air as Lan Zhan drilled him silly, while Wei Ying watched. Wen Ning cumming with a shout, pretty brown eyes gone wet with tears as Lan Zhan kept going, kept fucking, kept eating, kept working him, making Wen Ning his perfect fuckhole, his little whore his to do with as he pleased.
“Keep touching yourself, A-Ning, I wanna hear you cum. I want you to make it loud so Lan Zhan hears it too. I want you to scream my name like a whore. My perfect boy."
Wen Ning gasped weakly on the other end of the phone, He was not a shouter by any means but he would do anything Wie Ying asked of him just then, anything to be allowed to cum. “I-I can’t cum unless you make me, I can’t do it by myself. I’m so wet I need you so bad, A-Xian the sheets are filthy, b-before you called.” His breath stuttered and Wei Ying growled, fully fucking his hand now, leaned against the wall for leverage, panting.
“Before you called I was humping the bed, I was humping it and thinking about the night Lan Zhan came over and I fell in his lap. I should have humped him right then, I should have sat right on his lap and fucked myself on his leg, gotten his pants wet and dirty. I should've shown him how much of a slut I am, what a whore I am for you, Wei Ying.”
“I can’t wait to get home and fuck you real good. Like you've been wanting all day. Like I know you need. Stay on the bed. Stay naked for me. I wanna walk in and see you on the bed, legs open, wet and dripping. I wanna get on top of you and have you open and messy like you just finished, like Lan Zhan left just before I came in.”
Wen Ning moaned louder and Wei Ying could see his legs start to shake, thighs trembling as he headed towards the end. “Wei Ying. Wei Ying I’m gonna cum. Please I- it feels so good, it's so good, please let me cum I’ve been so good.”
Wei Ying had to stop stroking himself. Had to let go of his dick and pinch his thigh to keep from cumming. “Tell me what you're doing, baby”
Wen Ning begged into the phone, sounding near tears. “Wei Ying. Please.”
“Paint me a pretty picture baby. Be good.”
“I-I’m fucking myself. I’m laying on the bed fucking myself and playing with my clit, I can hear him, he’s maving around in there, Wei Ying please.”
Wei Ying strokes himself again, hard and fast. “Cum and don’t stop, don’t stop touching yourself until I say.”
He heard the breath of relief and then the broken, cut off gasps and moans that followed. “Wei Ying! Fuck I’m cumming. Wei Ying, Wei Ying, Wei Ying please .”
“Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop.” Wei Ying spilled in the sink, thinking about Lan Zhan listening to Wen Ning cum, stroking himself until he thought he could cry, until Wen Ning’s moans turned to sobs and Wei Ying went unsteady on his feet with the pleasure of it.
“Alright. Alright pet you can stop, that’s enough.”
They listened to each other breathe for while and Wei Ying recalled why he was not a huge fan of phone sex. He wanted to hug Wen Ning, kiss it all better. “A-Ning?”
“Hmn?” Fuck, he was blown.
“Can you get yourself a glass of water for me, baby? Drink it all up. Don’t hang up, I wanna hear you finish it.”
“Wei Ying, I don’t wanna get up. It’s cold now.”
Wei Ying frowned at that, their house was always kept pretty warm. "Wrap yourself up in a blanket and sip some water for me A-Ning, be good."
He heard the creak of the bed and the rustle of sheets at Wen Ning rose up, groaning weakly. "I'm going to the kitchen," he murmured.
Wen Ning drank the water, audibly, like the phone was still pressed tight to his ear. "Wei Ying?" There was a note of panic in his voice. "Are you coming home soon?"
Wei Ying stuffed himself back in his pants, cleaning his hands and rushing out the bathroom door. "I'm on my way now, can you lay down for me? On the bed? Get real cozy." He paused at the abandoned shopping cart. Someone was going to have to put all that shit away if he didn't buy it. And he would have to come back and do the shopping again.
"How are you? Everything okay? Can I check out or do you need me?"
"Check out. I'm gonna lay down."
Wei Ying bit his lip. "Are you sure? Everything's okay?"
"I'm fine, just hurry back."
They exchanged I love yous and Wei Ying checked out, bouncing one leg as he waited in the long line and then threw all the junk into his car.
Before he pulled out of the parking lot he called Wen Ning, just to be sure he was okay, and got no answer. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck I knew I should have just gone home."
The drive back wasn't long but it was long enough for Wen Ning to get anxious, to cry or have a bad drop.
Okay. It would be okay. He could just have someone pop over and check on Wen Ning … someone like…
Wei Ying sped back to the apartment complex, worrying the nail of his thumb as he drove.
He left all the groceries in the car, bounding up the stairs because he couldn't wait for the elevator.
He opened the door, to find Wen Ning, in an old shirt of Wei Ying's sitting at the table with Lan Zhan sipping tea. He was not wearing pants. He had one hand on Lan Zhan’s thigh.
"Welcome home, Wei Ying. We have a guest."