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It was late, even by Wei Ying’s standards. The sky was still pitch black, and that early morning softness before the sun finally began to peek above the horizon was still hours away. While usually, he wouldn’t be turning in for a while yet, Wei Ying did not want to be wandering the streets at whatever-o’clock in the morning. Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng had both ditched him while he’d been on the dance floor, a pretty girl grinding against him as they swayed to the beat.
One minute they’d been there, the next gone. Not even a text to let him know they were leaving. Well, they could have sent a message, but after loosing his phone one too many times, Wei Ying stopped bringing his phone. And keys. All he had was some cash, a few spare dollars left over after a night of drinking. It definitely wasn’t enough to get from the club back to the small apartment he shared with Jiang Cheng.
Walking down the silent street, Wei Ying contemplated his options. Even taking the bus, there was only so far he could get.
Although…
Lan Zhan’s apartment wasn’t too far away. Within walking distance. It wouldn’t be the first time Wei Ying had crashed there without notice. His best friend would go to sleep to an empty apartment, only to take up to a drunk Wei Ying passed out on his (very uncomfortable) sofa. It had been years though.
He took a left at the next cross street. Four blocks down, then two blocks up, and finally the third building on the right. It was a fancy place, with a doorman and everything, but not obnoxious, like the building his Jiejie and her peacock of a husband lived in.
The doorman waved him past when he entered the cool lobby, only sparing him a curious glance. Wei Ying spent a lot of time at Lan Zhan’s, though he didn’t usually come at such a horrible hour. He sent a sheepish wave while he waited on the elevator.
The beeping echoed in the corridor as he punched the code into the electronic lock, sounding far louder than it really was in the still silence. Once the code was accepted and the lock clicked open, he pushed the door open, and moving as silently as possible, Wei Ying crept into the apartment.
Lan Zhan’s apartment was large, but still only had one bathroom. He moved through the darkness on memory and touch alone, somehow managing to avoid bumping into anything. There were two ways into the bathroom, one at the end of the short hall and the other through Lan Zhan’s bedroom. Unfortunately, the one at the end of the hall was almost always locked. Mostly because the only two people that ever came over were Wei Ying and Lan Zhan’s brother.
Wei Ying slipped into the bedroom, praying he didn’t manage to wake his best friend.
Except, Lan Zhan wasn’t in his bed, in fact, it hardly looked slept in.
For a moment, Wei Ying thought maybe his best friend had stayed over at his brothers, or possibly gone to the Lan’s home. Though, neither of those made sense. He would have told Wei Ying if he was going up the mountain. And he never stayed at Lan Xichen’s, claiming it was too loud.
The bathroom light was on, illuminating the empty room and equally empty bed, and the faint sound of the shower running could be heard. That was fine, Wei Ying could just splash some water on his face from the sink and slip back into the living room before Lan Zhan noticed.
He barely made it two steps when a faint grunt echoed through the space. Then another. Wei Ying’s feet kept moving until he was standing in the open doorway like some sort of peeping tom.
Lan Zhan was in the shower, water falling onto his broad shoulders, and running down his back. From the angle of the shower, with its clear glass walls, and where Wei Ying was standing, he could see everything. From Lan Zhan’s trim waist, the curve of his ass, his bare chest, all the way dusky nipples standing out against his jade pale skin, everything was on display.
One hand was braced against the wall, while the other — Wei Ying’s eyes trailed from the bulging bicep down to where his hand moved furiously back and forth.
Sucking in a deep breath, Wei Ying forced his eyes back up away. Away from that! Not that it made a difference, because his eyes landed on Lan Zhan’s face.
His head was tilted down, watching his own hand from beneath half-lidded eyes. Long eyelashes fanned out over his cheeks, tiny droplets of water clinging to them. A soft, redness had spread from the tips of his ears down to his cheeks. His pink lips were parted ever so slightly as he panted.
Wei Ying wanted to tear his eyes away, but he couldn’t. In his head, Lan Zhan was perfect, above anything so mortal as desire, and yet, here he was in his shower jerking off.
Wei Ying’s eyes drifted down again. And stayed there.
He had seen dicks before — in the gym locker room mostly — and always thought they looked like weird things. He didn’t understand how anyone, man or woman, could find them attractive. Lan Zhan’s dick though, was a work of art. The tip was bright red and weeping, and every pass of his fist, which was tightly wrapped around the long length, smeared precome across his hand.
As Lan Zhan pumped his hand up and down the long, wide shaft, Wei Ying grew hard in his pants. His dick strained against the tight pants, already leaking enough to dampen the fabric.
The thought that he should not do this, that he should turn around and walk away went ignored as Wei Ying flicked the button in his pants open. Dragging the zipper down felt loud to his ears, but it was drowned out by the falling water.
He bit his lip to keep from making a sound as Wei Ying wrapped his hand around his dick, squeezing just enough for it to be on the edge of too tight. Gathering some of the precome leaking out, and keeping his eyes on Lan Zhan, Wei Ying began moving his hand at the same rhythm. The drag was a bit too dry, but it felt delicious.
Teeth gnawed at his lips, as Wei Ying desparately tried to hold back every sound threatening to fall from them. His hips chased his fist as he fucked into it, and warmth pooled in his abdomen. Wei Ying was so hard, more turned on that he’d ever been.
Apprehension swirled in his gut at the thought of being caught. More precome dribbled out as Wei Ying thought about what Lan Zhan would do if he discovered him. Lan Zhan was his best friend; Wei Ying didn’t even like men. And yet, he wanted, more than anything, for Lan Zhan to wrap those large hands, calloused from years of playing music, around Wei Ying’s dick. Wei Ying wanted Lan Zhan to make him come with that same, steady, brutal pace Lan Zhan was jerking off with.
Wei Ying longed to touch Lan Zhan’s dick too. With his hands, his mouth. It didn’t really matter, but Wei Ying wanted to worship it in every way possible. He wondered what it would taste like, not just Lan Zhan’s dick, but his come too.
A loud moan threated to escape, and Wei Ying bit down harder as the image of Lan Zhan shooting his load into Wei Ying’s open willing mouth. His knees threatened to give out, and Wei Ying had to move and lean against the door frame to hold his own body up.
Glancing down, Wei Ying saw his own dick was weeping, droplets of precome spilling onto the floor. He was so enraptured by the sight, he didn’t hear the water shut off. Or the shower door click open.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said.
Wei Ying’s head flew up to see Lan Zhan standing right in front of him, naked as sin, soaking wet, and still hard as a rock.
His hand fell away, and a nervous laugh trickled out of his mouth. “Haha, Lan Zhan, fucking hell, you scared me. Fancy seeing you here,” he stuttered out, as a terror shot through him.
The only thought running through his head was fuck, Lan Zhan is going to kill me.
“What are you doing?” Lan Zhan asked. His voice was rough, and lower than Wei Ying had ever heard before.
“Me? Nothing! I’m not doing anything,” he said quickly, trying to hide his nervousness.
Stepping closer, Lan Zhan said, “Nothing?”
Wei Ying tried to look away where golden eyes stared at him with fire burning in them. He couldn’t though, because his eyes wanted nothing more to drift down to Lan Zhan’s still hard dick, scant inches from him.
His hands itched to reach out and touch it. Wei Ying clenched his fists to keep from reaching out.
“Nope, not a thing!” Wei Ying said too loudly, voice shaking, and rising an octave.
Lan Zhan was too close, heat radiating off his skin, and that gaze making Wei Ying’s whole body shake. He wanted to run, dart away and pretend he’d never been caught — that he hadn’t even done something so stupid in the first place. His feet wouldn’t listen though, keeping him frozen in place, vibrating with tension.
“Mn,” Lan Zhan said. His eyes drifted down Wei Ying’s body. From the messy t-shirt, to his still aching dick, hanging over the loosened black jeans. Those lovely eyes contracted as they took in Wei Ying’s body.
Stepping even closer, caging Wei Ying against the door frame, he said, “Nothing.”
The words were mocking, clear, even over the rushing in Wei Ying’s ears and his heart pounding in his chest. Then he reached out and grabbed Wei Ying’s dick, engulfing it in his large palm, and squeezing tightly.
Wei Ying couldn’t have imagined how good it felt, even in his wildest dreams, and eyes fell closed as a strangled moan slipped out.
Pressing their bodies together until Wei Ying could feel Lan Zhan’s massive, rock hard dick pressing into his stomach, Lan Zhan whispered into his ear, “It does not look like ‘nothing’”.
Wei Ying could feel the smirk, even if he couldn’t see Lan Zhan’s face.
Then Lan Zhan bit down, sucking the lobe into his mouth, as his hand began pumping along Wei Ying’s shaft. His grip was tighter than Wei Ying’s had been, and his hand large enough that he barely had to move it. It felt exquisite.
Wei Ying could hardly think, keening beneath Lan Zhan’s touch. Beneath the mouth nipping at his throat. The only thing he knew was the way Lan Zhan was touching him felt better than anything he had experienced before.
Before the pleasure had time to build, Lan Zhan pulled away. His hands wrapped around Wei Ying’s waist.
He’d never thought about the size difference between them before, but Lan Zhan’s hands completely surrounded his tiny waist, fingers touching at the small of his back.
“I want you, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan rasped.
I don’t like men. We can’t. This is wrong, those were the words he meant to say. Instead, he said, “Uh-huh.”
“If you stay, I am going to fuck you,” Lan Zhan told him.
He pulled back so Wei Ying could see his face as the words were spoken. His eyes stared into Wei Ying’s as if he could see down to his soul.
Wei Ying wanted to run, pretend Lan Zhan hadn’t said that, but the words stuck in his throat.
Everywhere Lan Zhan touched felt like fire against Wei Ying’s skin. Images of falling to his knees, of taking that massive dick into his mouth flashed through his mind. Wei Ying couldn’t stop seeing himself, spread open being pounded into by Lan Zhan.
The longer Lan Zhan stood there, silently holding onto him, begging for an answer, the more the fantasies flashed through his mind.
The grip around his waist tightened, as Lan Zhan dragged him closer. Wei Ying’s dick pressed against his naked thigh, making him cry out.
“Staying or going?” Lan Zhan asked.
Wei Ying couldn’t speak, because, as if moving on instinct, he was rutting against Lan Zhan’s thigh, his dick gliding across the damp skin. Streaks of precome coating it.
“Last chance, Wei Ying. If you do not leave now, I will fuck you,” Lan Zhan growled lowly.
The only sound Wei Ying was able to make was small pants as his hips began moving faster. His balls tightened, and he was going to come any second. Embarrassingly fast too, but he couldn’t stop it now if he tried.
Just as he felt warmth pooling in his stomach again, and the pressure building, Lan Zhan pulled his leg away.
Frustrated, Wei Ying whined, but before he could voice his complaints at the lack of contact, he was being hoisted into the air, and his legs guided to wrap around Lan Zhan’s waist. Lan Zhan’s hands slid into his pants, kneading into the fleshy globes. Wei Ying bucked forward with a gasp, wrapping his arms around Lan Zhan’s neck to keep from falling.
Within seconds, he was dropped onto the bed, and his pants ripped from his legs. Lan Zhan crawled over him, forcing Wei Ying to lie back as he pressed their bodies together, Lan Zhan’s dick touching his. Whatever noise he was going to make was swallowed by Lan Zhan’s mouth as he pressed their lips together.
He didn’t just kiss Wei Ying, he devoured him. Lan Zhan’s tongue swiped into his mouth, licking and thrusting as their hips moved together. Calloused hands ran across Wei Ying’s body, touching every inch of him Lan Zhan could reach. He pinched viscously at Wei Ying’s nipples, making him cry out into the kiss. The pain didn’t matter as his brain grew foggy from the lack of oxygen and pressure built, driving him closer to the edge.
Just as his vision began to go spotty, and he was again on the edge of coming, Lan Zhan broke the kiss, nipping at his lower lip.
The room spun, not because Wei Ying was dizzy, but because Lan Zhan had rolled them over, so that he was the one on top.
“Sit up. On your knees,” Lan Zhan ordered.
Wei Ying blinked at him, but Lan Zhan was already guiding him upward with his hand pressed to the center of Wei Ying’s chest.
He ended up straddling Lan Zhan, knees on either side of his best friends hips, while said best friend’s dick sat against his ass. Lan Zhan’s hands drifted to lightly hold Wei Ying’s waist.
Nothing was holding him there. Wei Ying could have gotten up and left, stopped this insanity before it went any farther.
From this angle, though, he was able to look at Lan Zhan’s beautiful body again. And touch it. Wei Ying ran his trembling hands over Lan Zhan’s chest, feeling the straining muscles, as Lan Zhan laid there, letting him explore his body. Wei Ying’s fingernails grazed across Lan Zhan’s nipples, causing him to buck up into Wei Ying, dick sliding against the tightly furled hole.
All thoughts of wanting to lean down and lick vanished as the buzzing between his ears increased. Fascinated by the sensation, Wei Ying shifted, grinding his hips against Lan Zhan’s dick. It felt so good, and Wei Ying bit his lip as he did it again. And again, building a steady rhythm, spreading precome between his cheeks. His own dick bounced between them, untouched, and leaking.
Lan Zhan’s hands tightened around Wei Ying, holding him steady as they moved together. Not once did his eyes leave Wei Ying’s face.
He had to close his eyes under the intense stare. Wei Ying’s skin burned everywhere Lan Zhan touched.
“Feels good. Why does it feel good?” he mumbled, chasing the pleasure building inside of him.
“I can make it feel better,” Lan Zhan said.
Wei Ying opened his eyes to look down at Lan Zhan. “How he asked?”
“Turn around,” Lan Zhan said. His hands drifted down to Wei Ying’s knees.
With Lan Zhan’s help, Wei Ying was suddenly facing the other direction. Then he was being pulled backwards until his legs were spread around Lan Zhan’s broad shoulders.
Wondering what was happening, Wei Ying tried to twist around. “Wha — What are you doing?” he asked, voice unsteady.
“Do you trust me,” Lan Zhan asked him.
The question was stupid, he trusted Lan Zhan more than anyone. Wei Ying nodded, afraid to speak.
“Use your words,” Lan Zhan ordered.
“Lan Zhan,” he whined. “Stop ordering me around.”
“Answer me,” Lan Zhan said, using his hand to lightly spank him.
Wei Ying yelped, body jerking. “Yes,” he said.
“Lean forward, on your hands,” Lan Zhan said.
Wei Ying fell forward, onto his elbows, and for a moment, he thought Lan Zhan was going to blow him. The angle was all wrong though. Wei Ying’s dick was too far from his mouth for that. It rested against Lan Zhan’s throat, and Wei Ying could feel his Adam’s apple moving against it.
Wei Ying’s breath came in harsh pants as he tried to figure out what Lan Zhan was going to do. He knew very little about gay sex, and had no idea what Lan Zhan was about to do. As turned on as he was, Wei Ying was almost willing to let anything happen, as long as he got to come.
The bright blush across his face deepened when he realized his whole ass was on display inches from Lan Zhan’s face. He wanted to bury his head and hide when Lan Zhan began kneading the globes in his hands, spreading the cheeks and exposing his hole to the cool air, but the only place for his head to go was Lan Zhan’s crotch!
Then Lan Zhan blew warm air across his hole, making Wei Ying’s body tense up.
“Wha — oh!” Wei Ying moaned as Lan Zhan licked him with a warm, wet tongue.
Licked his hole!
Without letting Wei Ying come to terms with what was happening, Lan Zhan dove in, licking, biting, and sucking at his hole.
Wei Ying forgot how to breathe under the onslaught of new sensations. It was messy, and dirty, the filthiest thing that Wei Ying had ever experienced. And it felt amazing.
He closed his eyes and let the sensations wash over him as he trembled above Lan Zhan, trying to keep still. Wei Ying’s cock ached with the need to come and he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Relax,” Lan Zhan murmured, the words vibrating through Wei Ying’s entire body.
How, Wei Ying thought. Why, he wondered.
His answer came less than a second later, when Lan Zhan forced his tongue into Wei Ying’s hole.
A loud, wanton moan echoed around the room as Wei Ying’s eyes flew open at the intrusion. He was shaking so much, his arms threatened to give out.
Tears welled in his eyes as Lan Zhan began thrusting his tongue, working him open with it.
Wei Ying whined at the intrusion. It didn’t feel bad, but it was weird. He hadn’t thought how it would feel to be touched there, let alone by someone’s tongue. He didn’t hate it though.
Thoughts spiraling, into nothing but pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, he rocked his hips, whining.
“I’m going to come,” Wei Ying whined.
“Not yet,” Lan Zhan growled, grabbing the base of Wei Ying’s dick and squeezing.
“Lan Zhan, please,” he begged, tears welling in his eyes.
“No,” Lan Zhan said, then went back to teasing with his tongue.
It hurt. He needed to come so badly, but Lan Zhan squeezed his dick until the need was gone, and he was left aching with need, and gasping for breath.
Then, Lan Zhan shifted, his hands leaving. Too overwhelmed to open his eyes, he let Lan Zhan do whatever he was doing.
Which was rummage around somewhere. Then Lan Zhan’s hands were back. A slick finger trailing up the length of Wei Ying’s cock. Lan Zhan played with his balls, forcing another moan out of Wei Ying.
Then that finger trailed farther up, to where Lan Zhan’s mouth was still on him, driving him insane, and slowly, pressed inside. Slowly, agonizingly.
Wei Ying screamed at the burn as his hole stretched around it.
“Relax, A-Ying,” Lan Zhan said.
One knuckle, then two, and Wei Ying willed his body into cooperation. In, out. In, out, Lan Zhan’s finger moved in time with Wei Ying’s breathing, each time it sank it, it was a little smoother, burned less.
Now that he couldn’t keep his eyes closed, Wei Ying didn’t know where to look, at the mirror across the room from the bed, or down at Lan Zhan’s dick, inches from his face. He was too embarrassed to look at the lewd image they made, but looking at Lan Zhan’s dick was almost worse.
This close, he could see the thick veins beneath the skin, twisting their way to the engorged head. His eyes watched as the red flush began to purple, and he wondered if it ached, the same way his did. Precome beaded up on the tip, dripping slowly down the head.
Wei Ying’s mouth watered and he had to tear his eyes away. But that had him watching the mirror. He could see himself, back arched, his jerking back as Lan Zhan worked him open, and that beautiful dick inches from his lips.
It was one thing for a straight man like Wei Ying to let someone give him pleasure. Mouths, hands, it didn’t matter whose. Wei Ying could make excuses for everything that had happened so far, was happening. What he could not make excuses for was the way his mouth watered at the need to take Lan Zhan into his mouth an taste.
His mouth was opening before the thought finished, and he strained his neck, reaching out to lick across the head of Lan Zhan’s dick. Unable to stop it, Wei Ying dipped his tongue into the slit, gathering the precome into his mouth.
It was bitter, and salty, and so different than the way women tasted. Wei Ying craved more.
Lan Zhan groaned into Wei Ying’s hole, where his tongue and fingers were still thrusting. Fingers, because somehow, without Wei Ying noticing, Lan Zhan had added a second finger.
“Do not tease,” Lan Zhan said, and pressed his fingers against something inside of Wei Ying that made him see stars.
He had just enough brain power to think, this is why people do this, before Lan Zhan crooked his fingers against his prostate again, and his brain short circuited again. This time, fingers wrapped around the base of his cock again, keeping him from coming.
Wei Ying screamed.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said, and began working a third finger inside of him. “Do it. Suck my cock.”
Wei Ying didn’t even think, just opened his mouth and licked Lan Zhan’s dick, savoring the taste and craving more. Bracing with one hand, Wei Ying used the other to angle Lan Zhan’s dick towards his face, then wrapped his lips around it. It was so large, and Wei Ying strained to take him into his mouth.
Lan Zhan made a noise that Wei Ying couldn’t make out over the blood rushing in his ears, then he dove back in, sliding his tongue into Wei Ying alongside those fingers.
Wei Ying struggled to get enough air, between the all the different sensations. He gagged slightly as he took Lan Zhan farther into his mouth, trying to figure out how women did this, and what felt good to him when they did.
Finally, he managed to get all of it into his mouth, and he could feel where it went down his throat, and moaned around it.
Then they were both moving, Wei Ying’s hips rocking into Lan Zhan’s face as he bobbed his head up and down Lan Zhan’s velvety shaft. Lan Zhan thrust up, choking Wei Ying as his dick hit the back of Wei Ying’s throat over and over again.
Wei Ying held his mouth open, as tears streamed down his face, letting Lan Zhan fuck his mouth, and plunge his fingers and tongue into Wei Ying’s hole. Time slipped away, and Wei Ying became nothing more than a willing body, letting Lan Zhan use him however he wanted, until his jaw ached, and four fingers were sliding in and out of his body with no resistance.
Lan Zhan’s hips stuttered, and he exploded into Wei Ying’s throat. At the same moment, he pressed his fingers against Wei Ying’s prostate, and released the harsh grip of Wei Ying’s dick.
Wei Ying came, blacking out from the intensity, and screaming. What he said was lost to the waves of ecstasy rushing through is veins.
When his vision cleared, he was on his back again, with Lan Zhan between his thighs, biting at his nippled.
There was still come leaking from the corners of Wei Ying’s mouth, and his tongue darted out to lick it away.
“Lan Zhan,” he whined, voice hoarse “Lan-er-gege.”
Lan Zhan shifted, looking up at him from beneath his eyelashes.
“You are so beautiful,” Lan Zhan said.
He slid up, kissing Wei Ying as Lan Zhan guided Wei Ying’s legs up, around his hips. The head of his dick brushed against Wei Ying’s loose hole.
Without giving Wei Ying time to think about what was happening, Lan Zhan forced his way inside, one excruciating inch at a time.
Wei Ying sobbed into Lan Zhan’s mouth as his insides shifted, giving way to the large dick bullying its way into him.
“It doesn’t fit. Er-gege, please. It hurts,” Wei Ying cried. “It’s too big! Er-gege, I can’t.”
“You can. You are,” Lan Zhan said through gritted teeth.
He kissed the tears from Wei Ying’s cheeks, but he didn’t stop moving until he was fully seated, and Wei Ying felt full. So very full.
“So fucking tight,” Lan Zhan groaned against his mouth, pausing to let Wei Ying adjust.
“Er-gege,” Wei Ying whined.
Lan Zhan kissed him again, then he was moving, dragging his dick back out of Wei Ying, then slamming back inside. He wasn’t gentle, or slow about it, setting a brutal pace that had more tears streaming down Wei Ying’s face, and screams echoing in the room.
“Lan Zhan, Lan-er-gege. Feel good. I can’t,” Wei Ying babbled, bringing his hands up and looping them around Lan Zhan’s neck.
Every drag of Lan Zhan’s dick pressed against Wei Ying’s prostate, sending lighting racing through his veins. Within moments, he was hard again, and begging for release.
“Please touch me, Er-gege, I need to come,” Wei Ying begged.
Lan Zhan ignored him, grabbing Wei Ying’s hands in a bruising grip and forcing them above his head. Lan Zhan bit at his face and neck, sucking more bruises into the delicate skin.
“Not yet,” Lan Zhan gritted out.
Then he grabbed Wei Ying’s legs, pulling them up to his shoulders, and bending Wei Ying in half as he sat up. The new angle was deeper, and Wei Ying could feet Lan Zhan in his throat as he fucked into Wei Ying’s willing body.
“Greedy,” Lan Zhan said, sinking teeth into Wei Ying’s calf.
“What? What’s greedy?” Wei Ying panted.
“Your little fucking hole,” Lan Zhan said, shifting and ramming straight against Wei Ying’s prostate on his next thrust.
Wei Ying keened, back arching off the bed. Lan Zhan did it again. And again.
“I always knew you would be a greedy little cockslut, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said, not relenting in the slightest.
Wei Ying couldn’t believe the filth that came out of his mouth. Perfect, proper Lan Zhan should not know the kinds of things he was saying.
“Lan Zhan! Er-gege, I’m not. Mercy, please. You can’t say things like that,” Wei Ying panted.
“It is true. Wei Ying was made to take my cock.”
To prove his point, Lan Zhan pulled out, flipped Wei Ying over as if he weighed nothing, and slammed back into him.
He was relentless, and sweat poured off both of them as Lan Zhan fucked him.
Wei Ying’s hands twisted into the sheets as he cried out, hoarse voice, begging and babbling nonsense as he could do nothing but take it.
Lan Zhan grabbed his hand, pressing both of their palms to Wei Ying’s stomach. Wei Ying could feel the outline of Lan Zhan’s cock beneath the skin, every time he thrust in.
“Er-gege’s so big,” Wei Ying whispered, fascinated. He had no idea such a thing was possible.
“I told you, you were made for this,” Lan Zhan whispered into his ear. “Now come for me, Wei Ying.”
He wrapped his hand around Wei Ying’s dick, and began pumping his hand in time with his thrusts.
Wei Ying came within seconds, spurting white everywhere, and making a mess of everything. The only thing that kept his from falling forward was the grip Lan Zhan had on his hips.
He brought his messy hand to Wei Ying’s mouth, and said, “Clean it off.”
Blinking, Wei Ying obeyed, opening his mouth and licking the mess away. Once his fingers were clean, Lan Zhan wrapped his hand around Wei Ying’s neck. He didn’t apply any pressure, but the weight of it, just sitting there had Wei Ying shuddering in his hold.
Wei Ying didn’t think it was possible to continue to feel pleasure after coming, but he did. Lan Zhan kept going, showing no sign of stopping as the sun began to rise, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
Lan Zhan fucked him, not appearing to care that Wei Ying was too boneless to do anything but lie there in Lan Zhan’s hold. He felt blissed out, as Lan Zhan continued, his oversensitive body twisting pain into something that felt close of rapturous.
His cock twitched as the pleasure began to build again, and Lan Zhan’s hips finally began to falter. He came dry, painfully, as Lan Zhan’s mouth clamped down on his shoulder and he pressed deep inside of Wei Ying and painted his insides with white-hot come.
“Don’t bite,” he thought he mumbled through the orgasm, but he wasn’t sure.
They collapsed into a pile of limbs, both breathing harshly.
Lan Zhan pressed a gentle kiss to his sweaty head, before pulling out, both of them hissing. Then he climbed off the bed.
Wei Ying whined in displeasure, whole body feeling like Jello and not quite able to form words over the buzzing in his head.
A moment later, a wet cloth was wiping the mess of come and lube from between his thighs. Then he was being sat up.
“Drink,” Lan Zhan said, pressing a glass to his lips.
Wei Ying swallowed down the cool water, letting his soothe his aching throat. Once the water was gone, the cup disappeared, and Lan Zhan climbed back into the bed.
Lan Zhan drew him into his arms, Wei Ying’s back resting against his chest. “How do you feel?” Lan Zhan asked.
“Like liquid,” Wei Ying said. He tilted his head back to look at Lan Zhan’s face. “I didn’t know it could feel like that,” Wei Ying admitted.
He still couldn’t believe he didn’t leave when Lan Zhan caught him. Jerking off. While Lan Zhan showered.
A fresh blush spread across his flushed skin as he thought about the absolute insanity that led him here.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying mumbled. He needed to explain himself.
“Wei Ying.”
“I’m not gay,” Wei Ying blurted out.
A singular, delicate eyebrow rose and Lan Zhan gazed down at Wei Ying’s naked body.
“This…I….you, Er-gege!” Wei Ying whined, and buried his face in his hands. In a single breath, voice barely above a whisper, he added, “But I liked it. Can we do this again?”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said, pulling his hands away so he could look at Wei Ying’s burning face.
“Lan Zhan!” he protested.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said, and for once, Wei Ying couldn’t quite place to meaning of his tone.
Wei Ying gazed up at his beautiful face. Lan Zhan’s ears were bright red, and his jade skin still flushed from their activities. Golden eyes looked down at him softly, lovingly.
And…
“Oh,” Wei Ying said, the word slipping out when he didn’t mean it to.
“Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan asked.
“Kiss me? You have to kiss me, right now!” Wei Ying said.
Lan Zhan complied, bending forward and pressing their lips together softly.
When they broke apart, Wei Ying said, “I’m an idiot.”
Lan Zhan laughed softly. “You are not,” he said.
“But I am,” Wei Ying said, twisting around in his hold so he could get a better look at his face. “I…Lan Zhan. I think…No, I know. I’ve been in love with you for a long time! And I’m not just saying that because we literally just had the best, mind blowing sex of my life that I want to repeat everyday. Well, not everyday, because I don’t think I can walk right now. Maybe, every couple of days. You know what, forget I said that part.”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan interrupted.
“Don’t interrupt. You have to let me finished,” Wei Ying blurted out. “Look, okay, what I’m trying to say is I want to be with you. I love you, I whatever you. Yeah. That's…”
“I love you too, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said.
“Wait, really?” Wei Ying asked.
Instead of answering, Lan Zhan pulled him into a another soft kiss.
“Go to sleep, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said, drawing the blanket over them.
“I never asked, why were you awake so late?” Wei Ying asked.
“I do not wish to speak of it,” Lan Zhan told him.
Which was code for, his brother asked a favor and Lan Zhan was incapable of saying no. Wei Ying let it go, and snuggled closer to his boyfriend!
Then his eyes went wide. “Can you pretend I didn’t say that one part.”
“No. Everyday is everyday. Now, sleep, A-Ying,” Lan Zhan said.