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Wei Ying sighed as he pressed himself heavily to Lan Zhan’s back, his arms wrapping a bit more firmly around his middle as he nuzzled his face against the back of Lan Zhan’s neck. On another day, the methodical, rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board may have been relaxing and this would have been just another tender moment shared between the two of them; Lan Zhan preparing dinner for them while Wei Ying embraced him gently from behind, a scene that was far from uncommon in the kitchen of their lavish apartment.
But today... Wei Ying let out another sigh, a bit louder and more dramatic than the first as he restlessly shifted his hips--and consequently, rubbed the evidence of his partial arousal--against Lan Zhan’s ass. The lingering scent of Lan Zhan’s cologne was stuck in his nose, heady and evocative, and Wei Ying would like to blame his current predicament solely on that. It was the cologne Lan Zhan had bought several months ago, which he first wore to an extravagant dinner party at his uncle’s house... a party at which Wei Ying had snuck off with Lan Zhan and managed to talk (i.e. seduce) his fiance into a quick fuck in an upstairs bathroom, so there was a very good reason Wei Ying would have some lascivious feelings attached to the scent.
Though it wasn’t like Lan Zhan hadn’t worn this cologne a dozen times since then without working Wei Ying into such an eager state... Wei Ying just really wasn’t sure what else to blame the current rise of his libido on besides that. All they’d been doing for the last hour was relaxing in front of the television, cuddled together on the couch. Wei Ying had been nuzzling Lan Zhan’s neck and just enjoying the closeness, when Wei Ying started to get hungry, as in the most literal sense, for food. It was only after Lan Zhan had moved away from him to start cooking that his other desires started to become apparent.
Having received no reaction from Lan Zhan, Wei Ying couldn’t help himself; he rubbed his hips more pointedly this time, moaning faintly at the fiction he’d generated as he inhaled slowly, the scent Lan Zhan was wearing filling his nose and making his head buzz with memories of Lan Zhan pinning him to the bathroom wall, taking him forcefully as he covered his mouth with his hand to keep him quiet... Without really thinking about it, his hand started to move on Lan Zhan’s stomach, drifting down to the front of his pants and rubbing at him lightly through the material.
The chopping of vegetables stopped. “Wei Ying, I started cooking because you said you were hungry,” Lan Zhan said, trying to sound patient, though his tone was faintly vexed. “Do you want dinner or do you want sex?”
Wei Ying huffed softly, pouting at his own inner turmoil, before replying, “...yes.”
It was supposed to be a choice, of course, but Wei Ying couldn’t decide. Wei Ying was hungry, but he was also hungry--the feelings were so tangled up that he couldn’t be bothered to separate them. There was an emptiness in the pit of his stomach, a desire to be filled, and whether he wanted that to be satisfied by a warm meal or Lan Zhan’s cock was impossible to say for certain.
Lan Zhan let out a slow breath and Wei Ying could feel his head shaking faintly before the steady chopping sound returned. Wei Ying honestly didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. It would be a while before dinner was ready, and he was hungry, lunch had been hours ago and he hadn’t even snacked this afternoon... but Lan Zhan was right here, warm and firm and reminding him of the best memories...
His hand started moving again over the front of Lan Zhan’s pants, palming over the distinct shape of his cock. His heart gave an excited little flutter as it only took a few slow rubs to feel the twitch of it beneath his hand, while his own overly eager erection responded in kind. He rubbed his hips forward once more, making himself moan again at the heat of the contact.
Okay, maybe he did have a preference. Or maybe he’d just done the mental math and realized that a prepared meal was nearly an hour from completion no matter what, whereas sex could happen right now, and his brain was programmed to favor instant gratification.
Either way, the chopping stopped once more, the knife clinking down on the stone countertop, and a second later, Lan Zhan was turning around in his arms--before Wei Ying could say or do much else, his heart fluttered as Lan Zhan leaned down and hoisted Wei Ying easily over his shoulder.
Wei Ying immediately laughed, always delighted by displays of his fiance’s strength, and he let his upper body hang limply down Lan Zhan’s back, Lan Zhan’s strong arm wrapped around his thighs to keep him in place. Watching the flooring as it passed by beneath them, Wei Ying could already see they were leaving the kitchen and heading over to their master bedroom, and his already elevated pulse picked up quickly with his excitement over what Lan Zhan had planned for him.
A minute later Lan Zhan dropped him onto their bed, climbing on with him and dragging him up the mattress until Wei Ying’s head rested on the pillow. Lan Zhan reached towards the headboard with one hand and Wei Ying knew exactly what he had in mind, heart racing even quicker as Lan Zhan seized his wrist roughly. He grabbed for the end of the leather restraints--which they used enough that they never bothered to remove them from the headboard anymore, just tucked them back against the wall when not in use--and Wei Ying quickly found his wrist strapped in, his smile widening excitedly as he gave an experimental tug on the strong bonds.
The same quickly happened to his other wrist as well, before Lan Zhan had moved to one side of the bed, reaching into a nightstand drawer, and already, without Lan Zhan even touching him yet, his half-erection was already pressed eagerly against his pants, his breath huffing in anticipation.
As Wei Ying looked over at Lan Zhan, he caught just the faintest of smiles on his lips, before he noticed the sleep mask in his hands, and Wei Ying’s world went dark seconds later as Lan Zhan slid it over his eyes.
Wei Ying received the faintest of kisses before he felt Lan Zhan move off the bed. His fingers and toes all curled expectantly as he heard Lan Zhan moving around the room, the anticipation building steadily at the sound of Lan Zhan searching through drawers. Wei Ying could only guess what he was looking for, what he was picking out. They’d been together for nearly two years by now and had amassed such a collection of toys and accessories of all sorts that they couldn’t even be confined to a single drawer anymore.
Wei Ying felt the soft drop of things on the bed next to him, and then Lan Zhan’s hands were on his pants, immediately tugging them and his underwear down over his ass, off his legs, leaving Wei Ying exposed to the room, helpless but for his sense of hearing to know what Lan Zhan was doing--he heard the snap of a plastic lid, that sound more telling than any other, so much so that he eagerly angled his hips upwards, and was barely surprised a moment later when he felt two cold, slick fingertips pressed between his legs, rubbing deliciously over his hole, teasing only a minute before Lan Zhan pushed them inside.
A moan pushed out of him, his body welcoming the intrusion. The two of them fucked nearly everyday, Wei Ying was so well acquainted with Lan Zhan’s cock that he could take him with no prep at all now, and Lan Zhan would when Wei Ying asked for it, when Wei Ying wanted the extra ache and the tight, tense friction of Lan Zhan’s cock inside with no lube--a couple slick fingers was hardly more than a welcome surprise, and Lan Zhan took no time in starting to thrust them.
Soon Lan Zhan’s other hand was pushing his thin t-shirt all the way up his chest, and Wei Ying felt the heat of Lan Zhan’s face descending over him before Lan Zhan’s mouth immediately locked on to his nipple, swiping his tongue over it before quickly latching his teeth on, dragging an eager whimper from Wei Ying’s throat as his chest pushed up into the contact, as his hips rolled down into the motion of Lan Zhan’s fingers inside of him, rocking between the points of contact.
It still amazed Wei Ying, even after all their time together, how little it took for Lan Zhan to have him dizzy and breathless, completely at his mercy. Lan Zhan’s hand and fingers and mouth and cock had surely memorized every inch of his body by now and had figured out everything he’d ever need to do to please him.
Lan Zhan didn’t take long to nudge a third finger in as well, though he only thrust those a few times before pulling them out completely, and then all Wei Ying had to focus on was Lan Zhan’s teeth working on darkening a spot of skin near his nipple, until he fell the firm silicone of a toy pressed up against his entrance. There was no telling which one it was--they had a well over a dozen by now--but as Lan Zhan started to insert it, it became a bit more obvious.
He pressed it in, the end just a tiny sphere that went in with no effort, which turned directly into a slightly larger one, followed by another... Lan Zhan paused after each increased swell before pushing the next one past the rim, letting Wei Ying let out his gasps and moans, though it was only the final globe that really gave him a stretch, nearly as thick as Lan Zhan’s cock as it pushed past the rim... before Wei Ying’s hole was clenched around the narrowest part of the plug, and the flared base of the toy pressed snugly up against his rim.
Wei Ying clenched around it, feeling the thickest part of it press firmly against his prostate, shuddering lightly as he wriggled his hips and felt the slight shift of it inside; his cock was aching and dripping precum onto his stomach already. Honestly, when he’d started rubbing against Lan Zhan in the kitchen, all Wei Ying had been after was a quick fuck, but if this was the game that Lan Zhan wanted to play, then Wei Ying was of no mind to turn him down.
“Sweetheart,” he huffed faintly, smiling a little as his chest pressed up toward Lan Zhan’s mouth again because he knew the pet names still flustered him. “You’re always spoiling me. Even if you weren’t going to marry me, I could never leave you. Who else would treat me like this?”
He tugged lightly at the restraints, just feeling the tension against them sending another faint shudder down his spine. Before he’d met Lan Zhan, he almost certainly never would have expected this to be what he liked, but with Lan Zhan, it was exhilarating. Lan Zhan could fuck him soundly without any of the bells and whistles, Wei Ying didn’t need any of this, but he was oh so glad this was a path they had stumbled upon together, that Lan Zhan enjoyed tying him up and pinning him down just as much as Wei Ying enjoyed it.
Lan Zhan’s fingers tugged sharply at his other nipple and Wei Ying gasped, a ripple of tension shifting the toy inside of him to set off another wave of delight.
After another minute and with a final sharp tug to both nipples, Wei Ying finally felt Lan Zhan getting up, felt him... moving to straddle Wei Ying’s chest, and as he heard the zipper of Lan Zhan’s pants being pulled down, his mouth was already watering. There was the soft rustle of fabric and a second later he felt the tip of Lan Zhan’s cock brush against his lips.
Obediently, or perhaps just eagerly, Wei Ying parted his lips, immediately swiping his tongue across the tip--the faint change in Lan Zhan’s breath at the contact incited him and he lifted his head from the pillow to get his lips around Lan Zhan’s cock, suckling earnestly on head, swirling his tongue around it, tasting the salty precum that beaded from the tip and just sucking harder, sucking until he heard Lan Zhan make a soft sound in his throat, before he let his head drop back to the pillow, because he already knew what Lan Zhan was going to do for him.
He gave Lan Zhan a smile, bit his lip gently, just imagining the look Lan Zhan was giving him since he couldn’t see it himself. “I’m all yours, darling~” he hummed softly, before opening his mouth expectantly.
Lan Zhan only had to shift a bit more over him, hips lifting up, before his cock was at Wei Ying’s lips again, and Lan Zhan was pressing the head inside before Wei Ying’s lips wrapped gently around the shaft as he let Lan Zhan press in deeper until he was almost at back of his throat... as soon as Wei Ying felt the slowly rolling motion of Lan Zhan’s hips rolling out and then back in, he let out an aching moan, somehow as turned on by this as he was by anything else Lan Zhan had done so far.
Being strapped to the bed as Lan Zhan slowly fucked his mouth, was... dizzying at best and enough to make him implode at worst. There was something about Lan Zhan making him feel used that was more intoxicating than any alcohol or drug had ever been. Feeling Lan Zhan’s cock sliding in and out between his lips, hearing Lan Zhan’s huffed breaths over him as he took pleasure in Wei Ying’s submission, in the movement of Wei Ying’s tongue against the underside of the shaft and the tightness of Wei Ying’s lip wrapping around him, his hungry moans muffled by the thick cock in his mouth...
And of course, Wei Ying knew he could snap his fingers and Lan Zhan would end this all in an instant, pull out of his mouth, release him from the restraints, and probably find someway to spoil him even more if he thought he’d upset Wei Ying at all, but it was because Lan Zhan gave him that control that Wei Ying felt so comfortable in being used. Especially being used by Lan Zhan, the love of his life, his heart and soul; Lan Zhan, who had been so repressed all his life, who had been so good, but had denied himself all but the slightest pleasures for so long... Wei Ying found it... thrilling to let his fiance take that pleasure from him, and to take it forcefully, as if Lan Zhan was triumphantly declaring that he finally knew he deserved to feel this sort of ecstasy.
Wei Ying clenched on and off around the thick shape of the toy inside of him, but let the rest of himself relax, submit to Lan Zhan’s will. The movement of his hips over him and the heat of the cock between his lips alone was enough to keep him hard and eager, his own cock leaking precum in a sticky pool against his stomach.
All the while, Wei Ying couldn’t stop moaning, letting the sound hum at the back of the throat as added stimulation with each thrust--Wei Ying had no problem taking Lan Zhan deep into his mouth, had long since trained himself out of a gag reflex, so Lan Zhan could fuck him like this with near abandon and Wei Ying would happily take it, taking such utter delight in his husband’s pleasure that he tightened his lips around the shaft even further, even as he felt Lan Zhan’s speed up, his hips bucking with more urgency, his breaths going more ragged, getting deeper and needier, until--
Wei Ying felt the hot spill of Lan Zhan’s release against his tongue, and he let it fill his mouth, tonguing and sucking at the head of Lan Zhan’s cock to drain every drop he could--Wei Ying was hungry after all, and as far as he was concerned, this was as good a snack as any.
Finally spent, Lan Zhan’s hips pulled back, his now softening cock pulling out of Wei Ying’s mouth. Wei Ying swallowed what was inside before letting his lips part so that he could try to catch his breath a bit easier, his lips feeling just a little swollen and hot after such a thorough fucking.
Slowly and carefully, Lan Zhan climbed off of him, before leaning down to press his lips to Wei Ying’s, taking a long minute to kiss him sweet and slow, hand drifting back to play with his nipple for another minute more...
Before the plug inside of him suddenly sprang to life, turning on with a steady low buzz that immediately left Wei Ying shivering.
“Enjoy,” Lan Zhan breathed softly against his mouth, nipping at Wei Ying’s lip. “I’m going to go cook, but I’ll have the remote. Shout if you need me.”
Wei Ying let out a shuddering laugh, the vibrations of the toy pressing so close to his prostate that, even finding as much humor as he did in the situation, it was hard to just laugh outright. This was one way to keep him out of the kitchen, and out of Lan Zhan’s hair, while he prepared dinner. “This is devious. Who knew I was marrying an evil genius?” he huffed out, chest shaking softly as his arousal fought his amusement. “I love you, Lan Zhan.”
“Love you, too,” Lan Zhan replied softly, giving him one final kiss before sitting up... but instead of getting up right away, Wei Ying felt... Lan Zhan lowering something over his ears, a pair of the expensive noise canceling headphones they kept around the house, Wei Ying quickly realized, which immediately dampened the sound around him, his heart picking up a little more at losing another sense, at the increased sense of helplessness and his deepened reliance on his trust in Lan Zhan.
Just a few seconds later, music burst to life in his ears, some artist singing in English, the music slow and rhythmic, the singer’s voice low and pleasantly sultry. He felt Lan Zhan get up from the bed, but then... that was it. He had no idea where he was or if he’d left, and Wei Ying was left with nothing to focus on but his vulnerable state of being, the unfamiliar music playing in his ears, and the buzzing of the toy inside of him.
He squirmed, tugging at the bonds on his wrists as if he didn’t already know they were secure, but feeling the tension... helped him give into the feeling of being trapped, of being truly defenseless, forced the submissive mentality to settle in more completely. Much like how it felt exciting to let Lan Zhan use him, there was an equal, if not greater excitement in pretending he was actually trapped here in Lan Zhan’s bed. There was an overwhelming rush of excitement at the fantasy of being tied here against his will, and the idea that Lan Zhan was forcing him into this powerless state where he had no choice but to enjoy the pressing buzz of the toy inside him.
Though he couldn’t even hear himself over the music playing in his ears, he whimpered faintly, further playing into his imagination. The fantasy washed over him more fully as he twisted around a bit on the bed, a less than half-hearted escape attempt that really just shifted the toy around inside of him, made him more aware of it. He clamped down around it and moaned louder as he felt the buzz of the vibrations all up and down his spine, felt them buzzing across the muscles of his stomach.
Of course, even though he couldn’t hear himself... Lan Zhan, who was barely thirty feet away in the kitchen, very likely could. The part of him pretending to be trapped was embarrassed to make his pleasure known, but the part of him grounded in reality knew that that was exactly what he wanted anyway... and he always did like putting on a show.
Wei Ying relaxed, opened himself up to the arousal that was already there, letting himself moan and whimper as he squirmed around, forced his legs closed as if that would help, and keening louder as it just made the vibrations feel stronger...
And then the vibrations did get stronger, Lan Zhan must have turned up the intensity from the other room, and feeling the louder hum pressed so tightly against his prostate forced a sharper cry out of him--he kept his legs closed, letting the penetrating buzz echo up his spine all the way to the back of his head, feeling it through his thighs, and by now he’d been aroused so long that he felt the pleasure building quickly, his cries getting sharper and louder with each huffed breath, building up unbearably under his skin--
“Ahh!” he shouted, voice strained as the orgasm ripped out of him, his cum striping his stomach as the toy continued buzzing loudly.
A second later, the buzzing stopped... and when it restarted, it was soft again and... pulsing, three soft pulses and a break, then another three pulses. The whirring against his now sensitive prostate still made him gasp sharply, but it was soft and paced out enough to be tolerable, to still feel good, and he took a few heaving breaths as he came back down from the high of the orgasm and settled into the trembling level of stimulation he was currently being subjected to.
The submission sunk in more fully after coming and he let his body fall a bit more limply against the bed. The music playing in his ears was... surprisingly soothing, despite its unfamiliarity, despite only being able to pick out words here and there, and the rhythm of it made it even easier to relax. In spite of the fact that a single word could release him from his entrapment, it was more inciting to tell himself he had no control over what was happening, that his only choice was to enjoy what was being forced upon him, and as his brain settled into that acceptance, a pleasant sort of fog settled into his head, tempering his thoughts and opening himself up to sensation.
His moans all went soft again, gentle little keens and whimpers let out on his exhales, and he lost himself in the compelled sensation, lost track of the minutes passing. The only thing that kept him aware and alert was the changing of song tracks in his ears, and the changing pattern of the toy’s vibrations every so often. It went from short, faster buzzes, to longer slower pulses, changed to a pattern that built slowly in intensity before fading out, and another that climbed sharply before going completely still at the peak and starting again. Wei Ying remembered vaguely that there was supposed to be nine different ones, but he had no shot of keeping track as the vibrations changed from one pattern to the next.
The only sense he had to the outside world at this point was smell, and eventually the scent of cooking herbs and chicken finally drifted back to the bedroom... but other than that, there was only the music in his ear, the softness of the blankets beneath his back, the straps tied tightly around his wrists, and the infernal, endless vibrations of the plug inside him.
With all the focus on the stimulation, Wei Ying was achingly hard again and huffing before long, his body back to writhing needily on the bed, clenching on and off against the toy, though his moans would stutter out hastily every time he did that. The desperation was starting to rise again, bubbling up beneath his skin and overwhelming his ability to process anything else.
And as if Lan Zhan somehow knew that, the intensity of the pulse turned up again on the current pattern, turning to a sharp, almost angry and consistent BZZ BZZ BZZ against his prostate that immediately had Wei Ying’s back arching off the bed as he cried out again, loud and eager at the second build to climax.
As enraptured as he was by the sensation, and as lost as he was with two senses being restricted, he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden brush of a hand on his thigh, heart hammering and legs snapping abruptly away from the touch, though he realized a split second later that it was just Lan Zhan and relaxed immediately.
Lan Zhan seemed to realize the misstep, and Wei Ying felt him crawl onto the bed, leaning down over him to give him a reassuring kiss from a mouth that Wei Ying could instantly recognize as his fiance’s... before Wei Ying felt fingers brushing ever so lightly against his cock, making him suck in a breath and moan desperately into the kiss. The toy kept buzzing, and Lan Zhan’s fingers danced teasingly up and down the length of his cock and that was all it took for him to come again, the moan bursting out of him getting swallowed by Lan Zhan’s mouth.
Lan Zhan was quick to turn the toy off after that as he crawled over Wei Ying and moved between his legs, and Wei Ying felt Lan Zhan’s hand drift down his skin; he grabbed the base of the toy and slowly removed it out, the sensation of the plug being pulled past the rim making Wei Ying shiver... and seconds later, he felt the head of Lan Zhan cock brush against his entrance.
Wei Ying made a frankly desperate noise, could feel the urgency in it even if he couldn’t hear himself, and pressed his hips down into it as much as he could. He’d already come twice and he already knew the jolt he’d feel from Lan Zhan’s cock pressing into his hypersensitive prostate, but he didn’t care, couldn’t care about anything besides having Lan Zhan’s cock inside him. Lan Zhan was constantly pushing his body to its limits and by now Wei Ying knew Lan Zhan could fuck him through this and eventually back into another orgasm and he wanted that more than anything.
Obliging him, the head of the cock nudged inside, and with a few rocks of his hips, worked itself in deeper and deeper--and Wei Ying had been right of course, as Lan Zhan’s cock pressed past his prostate, there was a jarring rush of oversensitivity, a sensation so knotted up with arousal that he had trouble telling the two apart anymore. Wei Ying had no idea how loud he was being, but his keening moans reverberated up his throat, he felt them pouring out of his mouth, felt the pitch of them going up as Lan Zhan’s cock filled up every inch of him. His breaths came harder and faster, and his legs moved to wrap around Lan Zhan’s waist.
It didn’t take much effort before they were skin to skin, and Lan Zhan didn’t bother to pause, just kept rolling his hips against him. His mouth dropped to Wei Ying’s neck, nudging Wei Ying’s head back as his teeth pressed into the skin, as he began sucking. Wei Ying felt another strained cry escape him, felt the quick pace of Lan Zhan’s exhales against his skin as his cock thrust in deep, hips grinding steadily against his ass. The continuous shifting pressure, rubbing so sweetly and achingly inside of him quickly had his thighs and back trembling as his legs wrapped tighter around Lan Zhan, his whole body tense, strung out, and he teetered on a dangerous edge, nearly on the verge of begging him to stop...
Then Lan Zhan’s teeth bit down hard, drawing Wei Ying’s mind away from the overwhelming sensation; his focus split between the friction of Lan Zhan’s cock and the delicious pain of his teeth on his skin, and that distraction was all he needed to pull him back from the edge, to let himself not be overwhelmed. He forced his brain to key in on Lan Zhan’s teeth instead of the intense stimulation from Lan Zhan’s cock as it tremored through him, and he sucked in a deep breath as he worked through it.
After a few minutes of Lan Zhan grinding into him, the hypersensitivity faded, and his shaking faded along with it and then it was just pleasure rippling out from down below as his moans grew softer and more drawn out. His legs loosened their grip as his head started to fog over again, and Lan Zhan must have noticed it, because his teeth loosened and moved down to another spot lower on his neck to start teasing again, slower than before.
For a while, Wei Ying lost himself in the haze of his arousal. Between the persistence of Lan Zhan’s mouth on his skin and the unfaltering motion of his hips, it was easy to coast on the wave of euphoria, on the returned satisfaction of Lan Zhan’s cock moving inside of him. Just feeling how hard Lan Zhan was, feeling his harried breathing against his skin, and knowing how much Lan Zhan enjoyed fucking him like this, while he was restrained and helpless, was its own quiet delight. As the moments dragged past, Lan Zhan’s pace switched from slow deep grinds to occasional longer, snapping thrusts, and Wei Ying felt the gradually building friction against the rim and inside, felt the heat that would soon be approaching soreness that he welcomed from being fucked for so long, ever amazed by and grateful for Lan Zhan’s stamina.
At some point, Lan Zhan’s pace faltered, and Wei Ying felt him moving. His cock stayed deep inside as his knees shifted forward and his arms removed Wei Ying’s legs from his waist. Lan Zhan pressed his teeth down hard one last time, making Wei Ying suck in a breath, before he sat up. Lan Zhan’s strong hands shifted his legs together--immediately making Lan Zhan’s cock feel impossible larger inside of him.
Lan Zhan held his thighs together as he propped them against his chest, Wei Ying’s calves resting against his shoulder... and Wei Ying felt his ass and back being lifted off the bed as Lan Zhan raised himself onto his knees, until just the upper part of Wei Ying’s back and his head were left on the bed.
As soon as Lan Zhan’s cock started moving in him again, Wei Ying let out a shuddering moan. He felt so tight with his legs squeezed together like this, Lan Zhan’s already impressive cock stretched him more noticeably as he pulled nearly all the way out before filling him up almost achingly slowly, making Wei Ying feel every inch of the stretch until he was all the way back inside, until Wei Ying felt full to bursting. He whined as Lan Zhan repeated the motion a few times, drawing out the torture and slowly reducing Wei Ying to a sting of aching whimpers.
Until the next time he pulled out... then thrust back in suddenly, shocking a sharp yelp from Wei Ying’s mouth as his cock thrust directly into his prostate--so sharp that Wei Ying didn’t just feel the sound, he actually heard himself that time, over the sound of the music in his ears. He panted as he felt Lan Zhan’s cock slide back out nice and slow--and then sharply back inside again, Wei Ying letting out another longer moan. One more sudden thrust, and then Lan Zhan’s hips started to roll into an actual pace, still pulling out most of the way before pressing back in, knowing how tight it must feel for Wei Ying to be penetrated over and over like this, knowing that Wei Ying lived for the friction and the agitation that such treatment would cause.
It didn’t take long for Wei Ying to lose track of himself, of the keens and moans pouring from his throat, which was starting to feel sore after making so much noise, lost in the pumping rhythm of Lan Zhan’s hips, his cock piercing him over and over at an almost grueling pace--if Wei Ying hadn’t already come twice, he surely would have again already, but as it was, he was trapped like this for a while longer, each thrust causing a sharp, shaking burst of arousal through him, so intense he almost felt it lighting up on the back up his eyelids, like fireworks going off in his brain.
As Lan Zhan’s pace hit a steady plateau, the earlier fantasy drifted back in like a fog around his brain; the intoxicating thought that he was actually trapped, that he was being kept like some pet, chained to Lan Zhan’s bed only to be ravished like this at Lan Zhan’s discretion. It was a fantasy that was easy to indulge in any time Lan Zhan had him restrained or bound, but... having his eyes and ears covered like this somehow made it even easier. Blind and deaf to his surroundings, it was like there wasn’t even a room around him anymore, like everything had lost context, which made it easier for Wei Ying's fantasy to fill in the blank spaces--all that was left was Lan Zhan’s firm arm wrapped around his thighs and his cock pounding into him over and over, fucking him like he was just a set of holes to be used and abused for Lan Zhan’s pleasure. Nothing else mattered; his entire life had been whittled away, narrowed down to this single sweeping purpose of existing for Lan Zhan to fuck him senseless.
It wasn’t long before his head was a mess of static, before... the submission almost made him feel like he’d lost touch inside his own body, helpless and adrift in the fantasy in a way he'd never experienced before. His awareness of everything that wasn’t the rhythmic motion of Lan Zhan’s cock inside of him and every jolt of arousal slipped away; even his awareness of his own limbs seemed to fall out of reach as he fell deeper into the submissive state. Eventually, the rising arousal had him shaking again, though the ache both at his entrance and from his throat had faded into some distant background noise--his moans felt raspy and desperate, he had no gauge on his volume and no control of it either, especially not as Lan Zhan’s hips started to move faster, a continuous assault of stimulation that lit up every point of contact inside of him, delicious and overwhelming in a hundred different ways.
Wei Ying was still shuddering and moaning as Lan Zhan’s pace slowed again, as Lan Zhan shifted into a new position; he lowered a bit more of Wei Ying’s back to the bed, one hand moving behind each of Wei Ying’s knees and pushing them back towards his shoulders until Wei Ying was folded nearly in half, ass curved high off the bed. When Lan Zhan thrust again, gravity helped drive his cock in even deeper than before and Wei Ying let out yet another cry he could hear through the headphones, then another, though the sound felt almost choked in his throat as Lan Zhan thrust in again, harder than before, his entire body quaking with tension and arousal.
Instead of thrust again, Lan Zhan’s hips stayed pressed to Wei Ying’s ass; they found a smoother rolling rhythm, though the depth of Lan Zhan’s cock by itself was enough to sustain the fireworks show in Wei Ying’s head. Seconds later, Wei Ying felt the heat of Lan Zhan’s body lowering over his, and as Lan Zhan’s hips kept rocking into him, Wei Ying felt Lan Zhan’s lips on his once more.
Wei Ying was stunned for a second, so lost in his head and in the aggressive fantasy that he couldn’t immediately process the very gentle warmth of Lan Zhan’s mouth on his. It took a few seconds to peel back the layers, to find his way up and back to being a full person again and the pace of Lan Zhan’s hips seemed to slow down a little bit more... until Wei Ying finally came back to himself enough to move his lips against Lan Zhan’s, to return the kiss.
He felt the soft hum of Lan Zhan moaning faintly against his mouth and Wei Ying’s hardened edges softened, the near-violent tremors fading as the kiss seemed to temper the tight strain that had consumed him. Lan Zhan’s tongue flicked between his lips, hot and tentative, as if to brush against Wei Ying’s and coax it into motion. Wei Ying felt a low, aching moan escape him on his next deep exhale, and with it, felt the accumulated tension pushing out him. He sucked in a breath through his nose, and brushed his tongue back against Lan Zhan’s.
For a moment, Lan Zhan kissed him sweetly as his hips rocked just as lovingly against him, tender pleasure still rippling out from every motion, faint and needy moans still dripping from Wei Ying’s lips and now swallowed by Lan Zhan’s mouth over his. Wei Ying felt himself melting into it as Lan Zhan’s tongue pressed deeper, slid their tongues more firmly together--and once Lan Zhan seemed satisfied with whatever he’d been looking to accomplish, the motion of his hips picked up once more.
The heat of the kiss and Lan Zhan’s tongue probing his mouth kept Wei Ying grounded as Lan Zhan’s hips and cock moved more hurriedly. The tension had faded, but the height of Wei Ying’s arousal hadn’t dipped at all and he moaned more achingly into Lan Zhan’s mouth as the friction of his cock working so steadily against his prostate was quick to incite him all over, working in him until until he felt the distant approach of his orgasm.
Lan Zhan must have felt the urgency too, because he doubled down on his pace, his hands gripping the backs of Wei Ying’s thighs as he snapped his hips in quicker. The pleasure lighting up like flares in Wei Ying’s brain turned the volume of his moans back up, feeling them in his throat even as they were muffled by Lan Zhan’s mouth and tongue.
Barely a minute later, Wei Ying felt the heat of Lan Zhan’s release inside him, while Lan Zhan’s hips continued to grind against him--and then Lan Zhan released his thigh to reach his hand quickly between them, wrapping it around Wei Ying’s straining cock and stroking him in time with the motion of his hips.
“Mm-mmmm,” Wei Ying’s moan choked out of him into Lan Zhan’s mouth as he came in his hand, clenched tight around the cock still moving inside of him, which kept moving until the tension of the orgasm finally snapped completely and Wei Ying fell limp against the bed.
Lan Zhan kissed him just a few seconds longer as he let Wei Ying’s legs settle down on the bed, before he kissed his mouth away from Wei Ying’s to give him a chance to catch his breath. He pulled his cock out nice and slow, before settling over him more comfortably, then reached up to remove the headphones from Wei Ying’s ears, pressing a kiss there in their place. His voice was so soft against Wei Ying’s ear that it almost tickled as he whispered warmly, “Wei Ying.”
Lan Zhan’s voice in his ear cemented him further into the present, made him shiver, and he replied with a soft rasp, “Lan Zhan.”
Lan Zhan’s lips pressed to his ear again, more firmly than before. He slid the sleeping mask off next, though before Wei Ying could be bothered to open his eyes, Lan Zhan’s mouth hovered over him, laying the softest of kisses across each eyelid. Each touch relaxed Wei Ying further, made his scalp tingle pleasantly as Lan Zhan continued to scatter more kisses to his skin, to his forehead, his temple, his cheekbone, then back to the corner of his lips, before he simply pressed his face to Wei Ying’s cheek, and waited patiently for Wei Ying’s breathing to fully settle down.
Once it had, Lan Zhan had to move away for a minute to release Wei Ying’s wrists, one at a time, though he quickly settled back down with Wei Ying afterward, helping to turn Wei Ying onto his side, gently tugging Wei Ying’s arm to drape over his neck and tangling their legs together, before his arm curled up behind Wei Ying’s back to help keep their bodies close together. Lan Zhan kissed his mouth gently on and off for a few minutes as he rubbed his back in soothing circles.
Wei Ying took the time to... come back to himself, to fully fill out his limbs again, to feel the physical presence of his whole body and the gentle buzzing warmth the orgasm had left him with. The deep, drifting feeling of being trapped inside himself gradually faded, until he felt tethered to his body once more, slightly sore and fully awash in Lan Zhan’s affections.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said again, leaving Wei Ying to wonder how anyone could cram so much adoration and concern into two short syllables. His hand slid from behind Wei Ying’s back to cradle his face and swipe his thumb across his cheek. “You were really deep that time,” he commented carefully, his tone neutral. It wasn’t necessarily a good thing or a bad thing, just an observation. He pressed his lips to Wei Ying’s lips again softly, then asked, “How do you feel?”
“I feel good. Really good,” Wei Ying said without needing to think about his answer, smiling softly as he leaned in to kiss Lan Zhan sweetly for another moment or so. Wei Ying often indulged in fantasies like that--a fact that was no secret to Lan Zhan, who knew exactly where his fiance’s head went during their bedroom play, who condoned his imagination and had even happily played into Wei Ying’s fantasies on occasion. But even Wei Ying could tell that Lan Zhan was right, that this time had been different, deeper, that he’d been more out of touch with himself than ever before. Though he hadn’t felt he’d needed it... Wei Ying wasn’t sure he’d have remembered how to tell Lan Zhan to stop, which meant he’d... he’d been vulnerable there, more so than usual.
Of course, it didn’t surprise Wei Ying that Lan Zhan kept him safe. Wei Ying trusted him with his whole heart, his entire being, he knew that Lan Zhan would always take care of him... So to Wei Ying, that feeling he’d slipped into was far less scary than it was... exciting, like some pure form of adrenaline rush, like some delicious high that he would absolutely love to chase another day.
The answer seemed to console Lan Zhan, who gently ran his fingers through Wei Ying’s hair, who sighed softly against his mouth, and broke the kiss after a long moment with a final little nip to Wei Ying’s lip, before he pressed their foreheads together, wrapped his arm back around him, and the two of them settled for a while longer.
“Do you know what else I feel?” Wei Ying asked after another few minutes, smiling a little more playfully to himself. With his libido very much satisfied, there was just one last need to focus on.
“Hm?” Lan Zhan replied.
Wei Ying leaned in to press another soft peck to Lan Zhan’s mouth and said, “Hungry.”
Lan Zhan huffed out a breath of laughter, bumping his nose gently against Wei Ying’s and giving him a little squeeze. “Stew should be ready by now,” he said, a soft smile on his lips that nearly made his whole face glow, at least as far as Wei Ying was concerned. “Let’s get cleaned up and then eat.”
And with that, Lan Zhan pushed himself out of bed, scooped Wei Ying up into his arms, and carried him easily back to their bathroom to shower.