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It started with the glasses.
Despite having needed them since elementary school, Wei Ying had never dared to get eyeglasses. Often, he had bragged to Lan Zhan that it would have caused him more trouble if he had hidden his peerlessly handsome face behind the frames because his ‘fans’—or, his fellow students who busied themselves with puppy love more than their textbooks—would have shed tears over it, tugging and pulling at him to take them off.
Lan Zhan would pointedly ignore him whenever he said these frivolous things.
Thus, Wei Ying had settled for wearing contact lenses but had faced another challenge since: with his bad habits of fiddling with, dropping, and losing his prescription lenses and forgetting to order more, his supply of lenses never lasted long and he was often left without a way to see clearly, most commonly during his business trips when Lan Zhan wasn’t there accompanying him.
He had finally, albeit reluctantly agreed to Lan Zhan’s request that he get a pair of glasses, yet when they had arrived, Lan Zhan had found himself regretting being so persistent.
His husband…was simply too good-looking.
So good-looking that Lan Zhan had seen him come home from an important meeting with investors in his best suit, hair slicked back, eyes narrowed behind the frames, and brows furrowed from exhaustion, and Lan Zhan had immediately pounced on the other man, riding him until—
Simply put, until Lan Zhan had ended up pregnant.
Since then, Wei Ying seemed to have gotten more and more handsome, and Lan Zhan was beginning to feel more and more seduced by him.
There had been one such occasion when Lan Zhan’s older brother and his husband had offered them a few things left over from their daughter’s early years; since they had no need for the crib when she had already grown out of it, Lan Zhan had told Wei Ying to go pick it up rather than bother the pair to bring the crib to their house. Wei Ying had ever so eagerly listened despite his busy schedule, disassembling the matching furniture Lan Huan had gifted them to fit the pieces through the door, and reassembling them in their baby’s room.
“What do you think, Er-ge?” Wei Ying had asked him, his biceps bulging from the weight of the rocking chair as he had dragged it around to different spots in the room for display. “Should we have it on the left or right?”
At that moment, Lan Zhan hadn’t bothered to care about where he put it when Wei Ying’s sleeves had been rolled up, loose jeans hanging low at his waist, and his dark hair matted down on his forehead, curling at the edges as sweat had dripped down his flushed skin.
Consequently, the rocking chair had been put to good use on its first day in their home. Lan Zhan had been glad to find that the cushion cover was removable, but he had been forced to watch Wei Ying scrub it clean in the bathroom, going as far as teasingly sniffing it and promising Lan Zhan he’d eat him out another time.
Because Wei Ying was younger than him, he was still concerned about Lan Zhan’s age and was cocky enough to think that he could tire him out. Wei Ying was especially cautious—even more so now with the pregnancy—in overtaxing Lan Zhan’s body with strenuous exercise, and he often admonished Lan Zhan that they should exert some self-control and not overindulge.
Lan Zhan would hatefully dig his teeth into the other man for these words. He would always let go in the end, anyway, when Wei Ying would bat his pretty, tear-stained lashes at him and coax him. But the other man was simply too good at coaxing people and sometimes, his excellence at it would make Lan Zhan even more angry.
“I’ve only loved you, ah, Er-ge!” Wei Ying would complain, though he would be smugly delighted, pulling Lan Zhan into a tight embrace and shaking him around in his arms. “You’re so childish, are you jealous? Hm? Hm? Er-ge, Gege, do you love me so much?”
It wouldn’t be fair to deny it, and there was some enjoyment to be had when Wei Ying would spend the rest of the day crowing, pleased with himself. So, in the tone Wei Ying most liked, gentle and somber, Lan Zhan would respond with a simple confirmation: “Yes.”
He truly did love his husband, but with the pregnancy, Lan Zhan was beginning to worry.
Recently, it seemed like…he only wanted his husband for his body, and he was insatiable for it.
Wei Ying had always been a tease and frequently gloated that he had managed a great feat in somehow seducing and marrying Lan Zhan, prim, perfect, and virtuous Lan Zhan—Wei Ying would be ruthlessly corrected about that last word whenever Lan Zhan would push him down onto the bed—but Lan Zhan was growing more and more convinced that he was seducing him on purpose.
For example: the jar opening.
Unfortunately, the baby seemed to have inherited Wei Ying’s tastes. Lan Zhan had begun to crave sour and spicy pickled foods, from lotus roots to cucumbers, to the point of demanding that Wei Ying help him keep a supply of jars ready and within reach.
Wei Ying had obediently complied and didn’t dare to eat them. He was eager to help Lan Zhan, however.
Once, Lan Zhan had made his way to the kitchen in search of one of the local specialty jars Wei Ying’s sister had sent over, and his husband had also followed. The other man had taken to working from home, and he had still been talking on the phone when Lan Zhan had just grabbed hold of a jar to try and open it. But, without looking at him or even faltering in his successive lecture to the employees on the other end, Wei Ying had pressed his phone between his cheek and his shoulder, freeing both of his hands to take the jar from Lan Zhan, and with a quick flick of his wrist and a pop—he had very easily opened it.
Wow.
Familiar with his eating habits, Wei Ying had grabbed a pair of chopsticks and lifted a pickled lotus rootlet to Lan Zhan’s mouth while he said to the other end in an indifferent tone: “Let them void the agreement. What does it have to do with us if they get tricked into buying such a useless algorithm from that company? And if this is enough to scare the others away, then they were never going to risk investing in our little start-up in the first place. Let’s stop wasting time.”
He must know.
Lan Zhan had eyed his husband accusatorily as he had leaned towards Wei Ying’s outstretched hand and gnawed on the lotus rootlet, sucking it into his mouth slowly. The other man must have known how attractive he looked, being so arrogant and uncaring when he had hardly ever spoken to Lan Zhan in such a way. He was a completely different man when working, so different from the coy and coquettish husband who would unashamedly gush over him even in front of his own family members.
As he had sucked the vinegar out of the rootlet, Lan Zhan had thought about also sucking the other man off for a bit. Still, Wei Ying had simply been too busy that day, with unending conference calls and collaborative work between him and his junior programmers. A much longer session had seemed more suitable that time and Wei Ying’s lunch break wouldn’t have been long enough.
Lan Zhan had taken the chopsticks Wei Ying had left in the jar for him and had continued to contemplate.
Thus, at that particular time when Lan Zhan had been seduced, Wei Ying had to helplessly send an email to his team to call out of work in the middle of the night while Lan Zhan had had his way with him.
Aside from buying and opening jars for him—so handsomely at that—Wei Ying seemed to have found another tactic to seduce Lan Zhan.
With his husband always having been a disorganized and forgetful person, Lan Zhan had been surprised to find him keeping a small notebook. Whenever Lan Zhan would complain to the other man that the baby was more like Wei Ying than himself, craving all kinds of spicy foods—when Lan Zhan had never wanted to eat these kinds of things in his life—Wei Ying would get distracted and quickly scribble something down on a page, nodding his head. Then, he would go for a jog after work hours, only to bring back a big bag from the market, full of things Lan Zhan had told him the baby had wanted along with other extras, including new supplements, gadgets, and snacks he thought Lan Zhan might like.
It was truly a ridiculously handsome sight.
Offended by his husband’s charm when Wei Ying was still unwilling to have sex with him every day—because the baby in his stomach shouldn’t be ‘jostled’ around so much, Wei Ying had insisted—Lan Zhan would reprimand the other man for being so captivating by sinking to his knees and edging him until Wei Ying would beg for Lan Zhan to let him cum in his mouth.
Today was no different, in that Lan Zhan had glumly found the baby to be especially gluttonous for spicy dishes, and Wei Ying especially aggressive with this seductive scheme of his.
“Er-ge, didn’t you want spicy chicken feet today?” Wei Ying called out to him from the front door, waving a bag around with a triumphant smile as he took off his shoes. “Look, look, look, come see what your husband brought you!”
Almost in tears from seeing the red color of the very fragrant chicken feet, Lan Zhan still reluctantly asked after rummaging and not finding anything else in the bag: “The hot dry noodles?”
Wei Ying pretended to pause for a moment, but at Lan Zhan’s gloomy look, he brought out the other bags he had hidden behind his back with a teasing smile. He was especially enthusiastic as he directed Lan Zhan to their intimate kitchen table and swung the food around in his hands, chattering, “Of course I brought some for you, specifically from that restaurant you like, look how good I am! Er-ge, I asked for three servings for you, ah.”
In a successive, familiar pattern, Wei Ying washed his hands and set out the meal for them, neatly placing the three takeout bowls for Lan Zhan before hurrying to the kitchen. Lan Zhan sat down slowly in his seat, a hand over his round belly, watching the other man as he brought out his well-favored chili oil and Lan Zhan’s pickled mustard greens and long beans, arranging them on the table along with the chicken feet. The other man then told Lan Zhan that he was going to go freshen up, but Lan Zhan stopped him with a dismayed expression, staring at the large spread in front of him.
“Isn’t this…too much?” he asked, hesitant.
In his childhood, Lan Zhan had never been given so many oily, spicy foods all at once when his family was more accustomed to eating plain, mild dishes. Though Wei Ying had been overjoyed that Lan Zhan had begun to share his preference for these kinds of foods during his pregnancy, Lan Zhan had yet to build a strong tolerance for them, and he even felt that these cravings of his, which were becoming even more impossible to satisfy each day, were strange for him and bothersome for Wei Ying to continue going out so dutifully to buy them for Lan Zhan.
Despite this, Wei Ying quickly dispersed his worries. His husband only glanced at the table and let out an incoherent exclamation before digging through the bag with his takeout inside to set two smaller bowls on the table.
“It’s not enough, how can two big men eat so little?” he disagreed, eyes curving as he opened them and made Lan Zhan’s eyes water from the number of red peppers he spotted in a single glance. “I got us some fried lotus root and stir-fried lotus root! See if the baby likes these, hm?”
Was he really so happy to bring back so much for him?
Lan Zhan also had something he liked, and he wanted to eat it even more than he wanted to eat lotus root. He watched Wei Ying hurry to the bathroom with a head full of lewd thoughts. But the fragrant dishes were simply too tempting, and Lan Zhan’s stomach growled as he waited for Wei Ying to change his clothes and rewash his hands. Wei Ying returned just when Lan Zhan lifted his chopsticks again, his mouth full of sweet and spicy lotus root already.
He gave his husband a guilty look.
“You’re eating without me!” Wei Ying exclaimed in protest. He scampered over to Lan Zhan’s side and roughly pulled out the chair beside him, making an imploring face as he opened his mouth. “Give me a taste, Er-ge…”
Hastily swallowing the food in his mouth, Lan Zhan panted slightly, his lips already beginning to tingle as he held out his chopsticks to Wei Ying. The other man had always had a deep understanding of his own attractiveness, and Lan Zhan was convinced he was bewitching him again as he angled his head and took an aggressive bite, eating the entire lotus root. He chewed with a thoughtful expression as if he wasn’t aware of Lan Zhan’s heavy gaze, commenting, “Good, it’s very sweet. Do you like it?”
Though there was an unpleasant burning sensation around his mouth, Lan Zhan responded, eyes focused on the glistening oil on the other man’s lips: “Mn.”
“Eat more then!” Wei Ying tittered happily, placing more slices of lotus root in Lan Zhan’s bowl. “If you like it so much, I’ll buy some for you every day, ah.”
His husband had made him such a promise already, that he’d give Lan Zhan his cock every day, yet he refused to fulfill it just because Lan Zhan’s belly had grown. Affronted by this thought and just when Lan Zhan had considered jumping on the other man to pull it out of his pants, Wei Ying conscientiously mixed pickled vegetables and chili oil into Lan Zhan’s bowl before holding out a bundle of hot dry noodles to Lan Zhan’s mouth.
“Do you want me to feed you too?” Wei Ying teased, cupping a hand under his chopsticks. “If it’s too spicy, I’ll get you a yogurt drink from the fridge, hmm?”
Lan Zhan did indeed want his husband to feed him something, but he had to settle for the noodles when, again, his stomach rumbled. He leaned forward and took a bite, chewing roughly as the other man proceeded to dump an absurd amount of chili oil into his noodles. Stuffing his mouth full, it didn’t take long before Wei Ying’s forehead began to sweat.
There was a droplet that dripped down his nose, and Lan Zhan stared at it.
Sure enough, he couldn't resist the other man.
Making sure that Wei Ying had eaten a good amount first, Lan Zhan then abruptly tugged on his husband’s sleeve. Seeming to think that Lan Zhan was acting spoiled with him, Wei Ying let out an “oh” and didn't hesitate to bring another portion of Lan Zhan’s food to his mouth again.
Though Lan Zhan had meant to urge the other man to finish his meal if he wanted to make sure Lan Zhan was full by the end of the night, Lan Zhan couldn't resist the smell. He didn't forget his original objective, however, as he leaned forward and very slowly took the food into his mouth this time, gazing up at Wei Ying. He made sure to gently suck on the remaining sauce left on the ends of the chopsticks, allowing for a bit of chili oil to stain his lips.
This easily enchanted Wei Ying.
Both things had always been his favorite, the chili oil and Lan Zhan's lips, and Lan Zhan didn't know which one caused Wei Ying to suddenly lean forward and roughly pull Lan Zhan to his mouth, savoring the taste.
He pulled back with a wet, shameless noise, and aside from where Wei Ying had so eagerly licked him, Lan Zhan also felt another part of himself that was wet just from this little bit of attention, Wei Ying's amused, flirtatious gaze.
It seemed like the both of them wouldn't get to eat enough today.
Lan Zhan had just moved to lower his head to his lap when Wei Ying stopped him. “That's no good,” he commented hastily, brushing Lan Zhan's hair to tuck a strand behind his ear. “You've eaten so many peppers already, what would happen to me if you ate me down there too?”
With a short glance at Wei Ying's lower body, Lan Zhan deliberated on just how risky it would be to suck Wei Ying's cock when his lips were still burning from the heat of the spicy lotus root and chili oil. He briefly thought it’d be fine to torture his husband a little as punishment, but in the end, Lan Zhan was merciful as he simply—inelegantly—got up on the table full of food, spreading his legs.
He leveled a challenging gaze at the other man.
His husband had always been good and indulgent with him, so he didn't hesitate to sweep the forgotten meal aside, ceramics clinking, as he came to stand in front of Lan Zhan. Wearing simple, loose loungewear, Lan Zhan was able to very easily reach into the other man's sweatpants and grab him, a taunting squeeze to his soft member.
Wei Ying watched him with a half-lidded gaze as Lan Zhan rubbed his fingers along the outline of his length. Lan Zhan's hair fell into his face as he tilted his head to watch past his round belly where Wei Ying was growing hard, his cock stirring within his pants. The both of them met each other's eyes again as Lan Zhan urged him, pulling at the waistline of Wei Ying's briefs and letting it snap back to his skin with a slight sound.
“Should I do it myself?” Wei Ying breathed, noticing Lan Zhan's unimpressed look. Even as he said these words, he grabbed Lan Zhan's hand and returned it to his lower body, guiding him to stroke against the fabric where his cock was straining against his briefs. “Can’t you touch it for me, Er-ge…”
Having just gone on a run, Wei Ying's hair was messy and damp with sweat. Lan Zhan had always liked the smell of him, and it became especially overbearing as Wei Ying lurched forward, closer to him and exactly where Lan Zhan had wanted to be, in between his legs, as Lan Zhan lightly squeezed, rubbing his palm along the other man's hardening member.
Giving Wei Ying all his attention was unfair, and Lan Zhan was too impatient to continue waiting for him. Watching Wei Ying's erection wet the fabric of his sweatpants, ever so eager, Lan Zhan reached for himself.
Because of his belly, he could hardly see anything when he pulled down his pants, the loose and thin cotton fabric easily slipping down his legs. The cold air greeted his thighs, and they pressed against the table, still warm from the bottom of the dishes that Wei Ying had pushed away. Though Wei Ying often disappointed him when he refused to fuck Lan Zhan because of his pregnancy, that had never discouraged Lan Zhan from wearing pretty lingerie for him, in case such a thing like this were to happen, the other man so shamelessly seducing him during dinner. He could feel the delicate lace rub against his lips as he tugged on the waistline of his underwear to make room for his hand to slip inside.
By the feel of it, the tight pull on the fabric made his swollen lips bulge even more, and Wei Ying moaned just from the sight, rutting into Lan Zhan's still palm. To reward him for his response, Lan Zhan stroked him again as he began to grind into the pressure of his underwear, watching the other man. Wei Ying's gaze remained fixated on Lan Zhan's pussy, and it pulsed as Lan Zhan roughly rubbed his clit against the lace.
“Don't do it so hard,” Wei Ying whimpered, grinding into Lan Zhan's hands at the same slow pace. “Let me…let me do it for you, Er-ge, let me…let me feel it, please…”
Lan Zhan felt that he was wet enough for the other man already, so he didn't hesitate to pull off his underwear. As if he was still untrained, still unused to this, Wei Ying eagerly lunged at him, gripping Lan Zhan's leg as he took himself in hand. Without wasting a single moment, Wei Ying helped Lan Zhan lean back on his elbows and spread his legs for him, revealing the entirety of his pulsing cunt.
From the other man’s feigned abstinence from these sorts of delights, Lan Zhan’s muscles had become too tight and his belly was too big. He was already panting from the pull of his thighs, the weight of himself as he remained halfway sitting up.
The slick drooling from him had already stained the inside of his thighs, and Lan Zhan could feel it as Wei Ying rubbed his fingers to spread the mess around his skin in tight, slow circles. He was enticed, he was eager for it, and past the curve of his belly, Lan Zhan could see the other man's hardened length, red and dripping with precum, as Wei Ying leaned forward and smacked himself against Lan Zhan's cunt.
The sound of it, and the sight of him as Lan Zhan involuntarily convulsed from the sudden slap only made the other man more eager for it. Even more vigorously, he continued to do it, going as far as roughly grasping onto the back of Lan Zhan's head to prevent any sort of complaint directed towards the other man for still being so unwilling to put it in. Lan Zhan could only accept it as the other man licked into his mouth furiously, another kind of mess between their lips as he bit him and scraped his teeth along the corners of his mouth to make Lan Zhan shiver. It was as if rather than Lan Zhan's lips, he was eating him from below, growing more excited by the wetness that dripped from the corner of Lan Zhan's mouth from his helplessness in it all.
Lan Zhan only became more aroused with this thought.
The heat of Wei Ying's cock began to slide between Lan Zhan's swollen lips, spreading their combined fluids along Lan Zhan's cunt. His cock pressed against the hood, rubbing over Lan Zhan's clit slowly, before lowering again to push against the wetness of his entrance. It was slow, it wasn't nearly enough until Wei Ying suddenly closed Lan Zhan's legs, propping them against the front of his shoulder as he began to move.
From his sudden movements, jostling him with the roughness of his body colliding with his upturned thighs, Lan Zhan could only lay down on the table, a meal, a spread just for the other man as Wei Ying began to have his way with him, rubbing his length against his pussy, between his thighs, panting above him. Though it wasn’t nearly enough, Lan Zhan tightened his legs and Wei Ying gasped, thrusting as if he was still inexperienced, desperate for him.
“Ah, Er-ge!” he cried out, gripping Lan Zhan as he rutted into the small space between his slicked thighs. “Er-ge, I won't…I can't last, don't get angry…”
Though Lan Zhan would usually punish him for coming so quickly and before him, Lan Zhan had to resign himself to let the other man do it this time. He tightened his muscles until his legs began to quiver, and he gave himself the roughness Wei Ying hadn't given him, pinching his clit.
As if to taunt him for being so unwilling to get inside him, Lan Zhan sought his own pleasure and clenched frantically as the head of Wei Ying’s cock slid against his hole, hot, just as wet as him. At this, Wei Ying shuddered, moaning just from this little feeling even as he resisted, breathing heavily. Lan Zhan pitied the desperate eyes the other man gazed at him with, and he thoughtfully rolled his hips as much as he could, grinding his pussy into Wei Ying’s cock.
This was enough to make the other man still, his hand digging into Lan Zhan’s legs as he gave a few more short thrusts against the hood of Lan Zhan’s clit before coming all over him.
There was a blush on his cheeks and his lashes had become stained with those helpless tears he shed whenever he couldn’t find his peak, and Lan Zhan gazed up at him as the other man panted. Wei Ying’s cum was hot, and Lan Zhan made good use of it, coating his fingers before sliding them against his hole.
“You can enjoy it later,” he told Wei Ying with a cool gaze. “Until then, stop being so flirtatious and let me eat.”
Truly, his husband was too shameless.
Wei Ying gawked at him for a moment before wailing to the sky that Lan Zhan was simply being too cruel to him, too hypocritical with him, so outrageously criticizing him when it was Lan Zhan who was to blame for such a mishap during dinner.
“I’m being seductive?” Wei Ying angrily dug his teeth into Lan Zhan’s cheek, refusing to let go even as Lan Zhan barred his teeth. “It’s you, you’re the one who—! You’re so lewd, what did you expect me to do! You’re always drying me up, I can’t, I won’t do it anymore!”
Even if he protested, even if he cried and threw a tantrum and told Lan Zhan that enough was enough, Wei Ying still willingly sat next to Lan Zhan and fed him, he still followed Lan Zhan to bathe for the night, he still kissed him over the big bite mark he had left on Lan Zhan’s face, and he still lowered himself beneath their sheets, finding his place between Lan Zhan’s legs again.
He still let Lan Zhan dry him up until he couldn’t cum anymore, tears in his eyes as he begged Lan Zhan to have mercy on him and go to sleep already.
His husband really was too lovable.
Enough so that Lan Zhan tightened his grip around Wei Ying’s waist that night and thought he’d better keep holding on to him.