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Wei Ying is a camboy.
It's as easy as that. He has a camera, a microphone, a laptop and a proper set-up at the bottom of his bed, ready to be used anytime he needs to. Usually he does one big stream every saturday, with smaller ones dotted in between.
He does things a bit differently, though. His expertise lies in properly reviewing any type of toy he can find - with a focus on those you put inside yourself, ranging from normal dildos over vibrators to beads. He's done quite a few at this point and has garnered himself a big and solid following. People not only enjoy his sessions for how hot they actually are - he is still a camboy, after all, registered on a pornographic streaming website for the purpose of gathering money through donations - but also for his very serious reviews on camera that he even posts on the toy's website afterwards (in a more tame manner, of course).
As he's been doing this for a while now, earning him enough money that he can easily pay rent for a month after just two streams, he's collected quite the assortment of toys by now. It's to be expected, in his line of work.
But people don't stop at donating money. There are a lot of followers out there that go the extra mile to buy the toys themselves; sometimes ones that Wei Ying has openly voiced his interest in, sometimes ones that he never heard of before. He tests them all dutifully, often comparing them to each other. At this point one could say that a type of competitiveness has developed in his followers, where they try to gift him the best toy out there to see if they can get the best rating, if their gift makes him come the hardest. There have been some very good submissions thus far, and Wei Ying is always excited to receive a new addition to his collection.
But sometimes during his streams, he does get a little... distracted, let's say, straying away from the reviewing part. He does want to enjoy his job, after all, it's the least he deserves from it all.
What he doesn't do, though, and that's a hard no for him, is private shows. That's a privilege reserved for his boyfriend.
And, oh boy, does he have a boyfriend.
He doesn't show himself on stream often, wanting Wei Ying to be as independent as he wants to be, though sometimes, if Wei Ying requests it, he helps him out. Uses the toys on him and nothing else, to see if it's possible to reach orgasm from just that. If it's useful in a partner experience, if a couple can make proper use of it. That's valuable knowledge! But, sadly, anytime Lan Zhan helps, Wei Ying can't help but come every time! His boyfriend is just that talented! This is why reviews of toys that get the privilege to be handled by his amazing boyfriend are pretty biased, and rather on the better side.
People don't mind, though, and the companies certainly don't, as well. For two very obviously different reasons.
One memorable time, Lan Zhan got a little carried away when testing a toy on Wei Ying. It was a special one, gifted to Wei Ying by Lan Zhan himself, and of course he had to try it out as soon as possible! He has never received any gifts from his boyfriend that have to do with his job before, so it had to be something very special!
They started an impromptu stream where Wei Ying unboxed the toy first, something he doesn't do very often anymore. And, my god, what a toy it was. A huge thing, very sizeable and pretty realistic, made out of soft but sturdy material and with a flat base. It's safe to say that Wei Ying fell in love in an instant.
But... the proportions, as well as that one vein that runs down its underside, looked very familiar. And once it hit him, he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Is that a replica of yours?" he asked Lan Zhan.
A timid nod followed, and Wei Ying was sure: he needed to test it out right away. This was the best gift he has ever received, and whereas he may be a little bit biased, it really is a beauty.
Come to think of it - how typical of his boyfriend. Of course the first thing he provides for his stream would be a fake dick moulded after his own. Not many people know, but despite his seemingly deadpan but caring personality, Lan Zhan can be quite greedy and possessive. Wei Ying loves him so much.
In general, Wei Ying makes sure to never take any toys bigger than Lan Zhan; he wouldn't want to make his boyfriend jealous (because he is like that: getting jealous over some silicone). But this time... Lan Zhan gifted that to him, with the thought of him actually using it in the back of his mind. And it was such a nice quality... soft and yielding, but not too much...
He really shouldn't let it go to waste (and, technically, it still isn't any bigger).
So, next thing they knew, Wei Ying's stream was up and running. Lan Zhan was as thorough as ever when testing the toy, and as this one was the biggest Wei Ying has ever taken on stream, people where excited. Wei Ying had quickly announced that his next stream would be special, and since past experience has taught them well, his viewers were very numerous that night - because when streamer suibian promises a special stream, then they would most definitely get one.
And, man, what a show they got.
Wei Ying was leaning against Lan Zhan's chest, who himself was reclining against the headboard of their bed, in the midst of all the the pillows and blankets, dowsed in lighting that was just as soft, accentuating the most important part: Wei Ying with his legs spread over Lan Zhan's; one hand grabbing Lan Zhan's thigh and the other holding tight onto his boyfriend's, interlacing their fingers; Lan Zhan having one arm wound tight around Wei Ying's middle, holding him close to his chest; him pressing the toy into Wei Ying over and over again, making sure to tilt it just right and hitting all of his boyfriend's best spots that he knows by heart, making him shake from head to toe; sometimes going faster, sometimes torturing him with a slow, deep grind that makes Wei Ying whine so sweetly.
The toy was so big, it made even Lan Zhan's hands look small. When Wei Ying took it into hand, his fingers couldn't touch each other, and he needed both hands to cover it almost completely. Even then, the tip would still be untouched.
That thing is a replica?? it came from the chat. Wei Ying couldn't believe it himself, but it felt so good, so flawlessly and effortlessly good - he couldn't bother with the question any longer.
Where in the beginning Wei Ying was still commenting on the toy's quality, praising its ability to stay firm where it counts most despite its general softness, guiding his boyfriend to tilt his hand that way and maybe move it like this, Lan Zhan- oh, yeah, just like that, he had now forgone his review in favor of enjoying the toy to the fullest and letting his boyfriend do as he pleases. So far, Wei Ying has not allowed Lan Zhan to make him come, simply because he needs to last long enough in order to test out anything that comes to mind. At a point like this, though, with Wei Ying thoroughly enjoying his boyfriend's skill and having said anything that could be said, he was very content with being taken apart at the very seams.
After enough time, Lan Zhan was determined to make his boyfriend finally come, after this almost hour-long session of teasing. He speeded up his thrusts, pulling the toy out almost all the way so that just the head remained inside, and then brutally pushed it back in. Wei Ying's moans echoed around the room, mingling with the slick sounds of the copious amounts of lube they needed to make this toy fit at all. It's so filthy, Wei Ying thought, and he loved it.
When Lan Zhan noticed that Wei Ying was close, his breaths becoming shorter and more ragged with every second, his legs trembling in irregular rhythms and his hands thightening their hold, him whispering Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan over and over until he let his head drop with a thud on his boyfriend's shoulder; that's when Lan Zhan pushed the toy in one last time, pressing the palm of his hand against the flat base hard and grinding it in with a strength that should hurt, but all Wei Ying did was cry out, loud and unbridled, screwing his eyes shut and convulsing with his whole body as he came untouched in streaks all over his own stomach, some of them even reaching his chest. His chest was heaving, trying to get enough air into his lungs, but Lan Zhan is a cruel, cruel lover; he kept grinding the toy in deep, so deep that Wei Ying tried to close his legs from the onslaught of pleasure-pain that zinged through him in his overstimulation. He was gripping Lan Zhan's wrist between them to try and stop his movements weakly, tears staining his long lashes and glinting in the low lighting of their room.
Lan Zhan whispered soft words of praise that made Wei Ying shiver for a whole different reason, and after a long, long minute, Lan Zhan felt merciful and slowly but steadily pulled the toy out of Wei Ying's lube-soaked hole. He stroked gently over his stomach with the other hand, rubbing the come into his skin.
Once the toy was pulled free, Lan Zhan circled its head over his loose rim a few times, eliciting the sweetest whimpers from Wei Ying, before he put it to the side. They could clean up later. But for now, Lan Zhan took his unsoiled hand and turned Wei Ying's face towards his, where he gave him the softest kiss, slow and deep. He stroked his thumb over his cheekbone, so very gently; Wei Ying melted right into it, closing his legs and turning his body so that he sat on Lan Zhan's lap sideways. He shakily held onto Lan Zhan's face in turn, keeping him close while they spent a few minutes exchanging kisses while they waited for Wei Ying's breathing to return to normal and the trembling to die down.
Lan Zhan really did quite the number on him, this time. Ah, but who was he to complain. Very rarely does he manage such a nice session for a stream. Such a talented boyfriend he has, how lucky he is... he indulged in it for a little.
After he had given his perfunctory final result on the evaluation of the toy, Wei Ying smiled lazily at the camera while Lan Zhan reached over and turned it off. Usually, after a successful stream, Wei Ying talks for quite some time to sum up anything he has to say, gives a rating and then proceeds to bid his viewers goodbye before he shuts the stream off. Yet this time, it was a bit more... abrupt.
Their watchers couldn't really be mad at them about it.
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The next time they try the dildo - Wei Ying usually never "reviews" the same toy twice, but he's quite enamored with this one - it's a whole different experience.
In this stream, they go all out. And right now, with Wei Ying panting and begging him to please please fuck him already, Lan Zhan is already inclined to stop the stream early, to have his boyfriend all for himself. But, in the last second, he decides against it. These streams are Wei Ying's main source of income, after all. Cutting them short would mean not enough money for this month. He can't allow that.
(He's rich enough to pay for a whole house should Wei Ying want it, but his boyfriend insisted on earning his own money and supporting himself all on his own. So, of course, Lan Zhan lets him be.)
There's something else on his mind though, a decision that isn't as easy to make.
Lan Zhan's dilemma goes as such:
He has a plan. Very, very rarely, he participates in Wei Ying's streams, and when he does, he is rather passive and only does as he is instructed. He doesn't want to interfere with Wei Ying's independance too much. However, this time around, he does want to take control, and this morning he managed to convince his boyfriend to let him do something special - a little surprise, if he so wants (if "convince" is even the right word for someone who eagerly agreed at the first word leaving their partner's mouth. Really, he probably didn't even hear what Lan Zhan suggested). Which is also the reason why Lan Zhan has Wei Ying crying out so much already, when usually, he'd be able to merrily chatter his ear off even with multiple beads shoved up into his ass. And that exactly is his predicament: Take over and make Wei Ying cry, or let him have his freedom.
In the end, the choice isn't really that hard.
They're in a similar position to last time, today. Once again Lan Zhan is leaning against the headboard, with Wei Ying in his lap - this time facing him, showing off his ass to their audience. His hole is stretched already (the act something intimate that they keep to themselves, something private that nobody should get to see besides them), all lubed up and glistening in the low light.
Wei Ying has tilted his hips upwards so that his hole is right above Lan Zhan's leaking cock, his boyfriend's hands holding onto his hips and preventing him from sinking down onto it. He has wound his arms around Lan Zhan's neck, having tucked his face into his neck, as if to save himself the embarrassment from fucking in front of a camera - in front of other people, no less.
As if he hasn't been shoving things up his ass for the enjoyment of others ever since three years ago.
But this... this is different. Wei Ying's boyfriend has starred in his streams often enough for his regular watchers to recognize him already, and until now, the two have always stayed professional (well, as professional as possible while reviewing a sex toy). This time, they're doing it simply for their own pleasure, without even a single toy in sight. It's a rare occurence.
At least that's what Lan Zhan told him.
"Lan Zhan, please", Wei Ying tries again. He's been waiting for the last ten minutes, waiting for Lan Zhan to fuck up into him already, hard and fast, just the way he likes. But all he got so far was one kiss after another, promising him more each time only to disappoint him again. Teasing fingers skimming all over his body; touching, but never truly where it matters, leaving behind goosebumps of anticipation in their wake. Sometimes Lan Zhan lets Wei Ying lower himself enough to feel Lan Zhan's cockhead at his entrance, but stops him from going any further. It's true torture. Wei Ying can't take it anymore.
Lan Zhan hums quietly. "Alright", he says, and Wei Ying feels like crying. Those ten minutes felt like hours, with the promise of what he wants so close but still so far away.
He can't help a small thank you from escaping his lips. Lan Zhan's hands tighten in response.
Suddenly, he pulls Wei Ying down by the hips, right onto his cock - not stopping once on his way down. Slow but steady, unforgiving. Wei Ying lets out a long, drawn-out moan, trembling when the head of Lan Zhan's cock finally, finally breaches him.
He's already being stretched so far, just from the tip, and he hasn't even reached the thickest part yet. But Wei Ying lets himself be guided down, clenching when the feeling overwhelms him and un-clenching again when he remembers that he would be too tight for Lan Zhan to push in all the way like that.
Lan Zhan's cock feels like it goes on for miles - it always does, and Wei Ying can't help himself but ask, "Lan Zhan, is it in yet?," when he knows from experience that it most definitely isn't. Probably not even by a third. And yet Lan Zhan plays along, replies: "No, Wei Ying, it isn't," and pulls him down even further. With Lan Zhan's cock carving out a space for itself inside of him, Wei Ying feels it reach places that should be impossible to reach, like it's rearranging his guts already, just from pushing inside. The thought should be ridiculous, but all Wei Ying feels is Lan Zhan pressing deeper and deeper, still not stopping, spearing him open and relentlessly invading his soft insides.
When his ass is flush with his boyfriend's hips after what felt like ages, Lan Zhan relaxes his hold a little, stroking over Wei Ying's hipbones with his thumbs affectionately. Wei Ying sighs.
This is the best part. The calm before the storm.
Lan Zhan braces his feet on the bed firmly, making Wei Ying tip towards him just that little bit more, presenting his stuffed hole to the camera just that little bit better. It looks so filthy, the wrinkled skin of his rim pulled smooth around the massive girth of Lan Zhan's cock. Lube is sliding down Wei Ying's thighs from where they're connected, Lan Zhan's cock just too big to leave enough room inside Wei Ying for it to go anywhere but outside again, making the skin of his inner thighs shine obscenely in the low light. Wei Ying's breath shortens. Every movement his boyfriend makes, every twitch in his muscles and every shift of the cock so deep inside him, he feels directly in his bones. He's so sensitive; Lan Zhan doesn't have to do all that much for all the good places to be hit effortlessly.
"So good", he whispers. So, so good. And they haven't even reached the main event yet.
Lan Zhan's grip moves to his boyfriend's ass, the plush skin there spilling out between his spread fingers. He pulls the cheeks apart and Wei Ying upwards, simultaneous to pulling out himself, until only the tip of his cock is still inside his love. It drags against Wei Ying's inner walls, like his hole is trying to suck his cock back in, to keep it inside, deep where it belongs. Lan Zhan sighs softly.
He pauses for a second. Wei Ying holds his breath.
Lan Zhan fucks up into him in one hard, quick thrust, pushing back in deep while pulling Wei Ying down and forcing him to meet his hips halfway. A sudden moan is ripped out of Wei Ying, and he would laugh if there wasn't such an intense feeling of pleasure shooting through his veins. Another drop of lube slides out from the strength of it, tinted white with Lan Zhan's precome. He repeats the movement: sliding out maddeningly slow, then thrusting back in hard. Wei Ying's ass meets Lan Zhan's upper thighs with a wet smack everytime. He sinks his nails into Lan Zhan's shoulder while he lets himself be used as Lan Zhan likes, existing just for his desire; luckily his boyfriend is just that skilled, perfect at everything he does, so Wei Ying feels Lan Zhan's cock hitting his sweet spot every single time he pushes back inside. His only job is to lay there, cradled in Lan Zhan's arms and being fucked however his boyfriend likes.
Wei Ying's moans echo through the room as Lan Zhan starts picking up the pace. Soon, Wei Ying doesn't have to meet Lan Zhan's thrusts anymore as Lan Zhan is fast enough to pound into his ass before gravity can fully pull him down again. Wei Ying's sounds grow louder, more desperate, heat zinging from his waist up along his body in waves. Lan Zhan is so good to him, so talented; fucks him so well, makes him feel so good. He couldn't be happier.
And because he's Wei Ying, he can't shut up about about it.
"Lan Zhan, o-oh, Lan Zhan," he moans, "so deep inside me, ah, making me feel s-so good!" Lan Zhan jerks up into him faster at that, chasing his pleasure and spurred on by the filthy words spewing from his boyfriend's mouth. At some point he moves his hands from Wei Ying's ass and winds his arms around his waist instead, holding him unmovingly against his chest, and closes his eyes tightly. His hips piston into him even faster, thrusts growing shorter, but never losing that depth that Wei Ying craves so much. "Yes yes yes," he chants, voice a little off thanks to his boyfriend squeezing him so tight, "just like that, Lan Zhan, fuck me harder, come on!" And who is Lan Zhan to deny his love like that?
"Wei Ying," he groans into Wei Ying's ear, who starts shivering at the low vibrations so close to his ear. "Taking me so well. You were made for this, made for my cock."
"Yes, yeah, just for you, nobody else!"
There are tears forming at the corners of Wei Ying's eyes already. That's a thing only Lan Zhan can do; reduce Wei Ying to an utter mess, crying and shaking from the pleasure wracking through his whole body.
"Hold yourself open for the camera, Wei Ying," and, fuck, Wei Ying has forgotten that there's hundreds of people watching them right now. That they can see the way his hole is swallowing Lan Zhan's cock up greedily, sucking him back in everytime he pulls out, leaking from the lube and precome. He whines and shakes his head.
"I- I can't, Lan Zhan," he says, interrupted by Lan Zhan's incessant onslaught on his insides. It's hard to form proper thoughts at this point, the feeling of it all too overbearing to do so. But Lan Zhan wont have it.
"You can," he says. "And you will."
Wei Ying mewls. He is so embarrassed, which is truly a feat for him, but he does as he's told eventually. He wants to be good for his boyfriend.
Reaching behind himself with both hands, his whole weight against Lan Zhan's chest and his head turned to the side so that he can breathe, he replaces his boyfriend's hands on his ass, pulling his cheeks apart for the audience to see. Every one of Lan Zhan's thrusts make it hard for him to do so; he's scrabbling for the right angle, for the best puchase, only for Lan Zhan to knock him off-balance again. Eventually, he manages, and he holds on tight; his own fingertips worsen the bruises already forming on his ass from his boyfriend's grip on it. Yet those won't be the last, Wei Ying is certain.
Lan Zhan risks a short glance at the laptop screen, where he sees the live recording of them, of how Wei Ying is gripping his own ass hard for Lan Zhan to fuck up into easily.
He looks so debauched like this, so pretty, on top but not in control at all. His hair is coming loose from his ponytail from the harsh movements, his ass is reddening where Lan Zhan's thighs keep slamming into it and Wei Ying grips the place where Lan Zhan held him open before, adding to the quickly purpling skin there. It's so filthy. Like he's just a hole to be used whenever Lan Zhan likes, his own satisfaction unnecessary while Lan Zhan takes and takes and takes, fast and hard and deep, brutal and mean.
"Oh fuck, Lan Zhan, yes, that's it- keep going, just like that, please, I'm g-gonna come, 'm gonna come just from your cock like that, d-don't stop-"
But, contrary to Wei Ying's expectations of Lan Zhan being egged on even further, he really does stop.
He fucks up into Wei Ying one last time, as deep as he can go, and then drops his hips on the bed, pulling Wei Ying down with him. They're flush against each other, all of Lan Zhan's cock buried deep in Wei Ying's hole. Wei Ying moans in his confusion - he expects to be fucked into orgasm, but then realizing that- that Lan Zhan has misheard him, has actually stopped, of all things...?
"Wh- no, Lan Zhan, please," he begs and immediately starts grinding down his hips, wanting to at least hit his best spots, but Lan Zhan holds him in place. His attempts at movement are no match for the famous Lan arm strength.
"Lan Zhan, I was so close, please, don't be so mean," he whimpers. His own cock is squished tight between their stomachs, smearing the precome everywhere, and it would be a nice slide if it weren't for Lan Zhan's cruelty. "I was being so good, so good for you, why are you so- so mean?"
No response. Wei Ying is close to crying again.
"Please, pleaseplease Lan Zhan, I-I'll make you feel so good, you can fuck me any way you like, I'll take everything." He tries to roll his hips again to emphasize his point, but Lan Zhan holds firm. Still no relief allowed.
Wei Ying mewls and takes hold of Lan Zhan's hands. He doesn't really try to pry them off; he just holds onto them, maybe to seek the comfort that his boyfriend is so cruelly denying him right now. "I'll even ride you, just the way you like! I'll ride you so you don't have to do all the work anymore, I'd t-take your cock in so deep and I'd roll my hips-" he tries again, though still in vain, "and I'd squeeze your cock so tight, I'd make you come so hard you'd see stars-"
Lan Zhan's fingers suddenly let go. Wei Ying stops his rambling first in surprise, then in disappointment, and stills his movement as he notices Lan Zhan sliding his hands up until they rest at his dainty waist.
"Show me," Lan Zhan says.
When there is no reaction coming from Wei Ying but fucked-out confusion, Lan Zhan looks Wei Ying directly into the eyes. "Show me," he commands once more.
And Wei Ying understands. He gasps, returning Lan Zhan's gaze with a sheen over his own. He nods once, sits up and braces his hands on his boyfriend's broad shoulders for leverage. He lifts his hips, dragging Lan Zhan's cock against his walls so delicously slowly on its way out, until just the head remains inside. Waiting for a few seconds, he licks his lips, and then drops his whole weight back down with a resounding smack.
Lan Zhan lets out a loud groan at that, the feeling of Wei Ying's silky insides taking him back in so smoothly simply too intense to hold it back. It feels so good when Wei Ying's plush ass drops down on his cock time and time again, when the wet sounds of the fluids between them create a symphony of dirty slaps every time. Lan Zhan's hips stutter in their attempt to meet Wei Ying in the middle, to fuck up into him like he wants to so badly. But he refrains, lets Wei Ying do all the work. It's what his boyfriend promised, after all.
Wei Ying can keep it up for another few lifts before he becomes sluggish, his legs trembling from the effort and unable to move him upwards high enough anymore. He drops one last time, hard, as if all his strength left him already. Which is probably the case, considering the fact that he is now rolling his hips in tight circles, clenching around Lan Zhan's cock every second or so to make up for it. A ragged moan leaves his lips and he slides his hands from Lan Zhan's shoulder to his firm chest. He has long since closed his eyes, totally lost in pleasure.
Perched on top and with his hands right over Lan Zhan's heart, he can feel it beating wildly underneath the flushed skin. Don't listen to the voice, Lan Zhan once told him, listen to the heart. And here, pressed close, it beats madly, just for him. Only for him, his one true love. Wei Ying would do anything, anything at all, to return that same love.
Besides maybe ride his boyfriend for an extended period of time.
He attempts to lift himself once more, but his thighs burn and he stops before his ass can even leave Lan Zhan's hips properly. This is so unfair, how come Lan Zhan has all the stamina and strength, but when he wants to return the favor one damn time, he can't even last for a few minutes. Every time he tries he ends up failing so miserably, it's almost embarrassing.
The thing is: Lan Zhan somehow always just seems to know. He knows when the big words Wei Ying is spewing aren't going to lead anywhere in the end. And whenever he does, he makes sure to make good use of it. And that, Wei Ying is sure, will be his demise one day.
So he whines sweetly, desperately. Sends a pleading look Lan Zhan's way, licks his lips. Maybe Lan Zhan will be merciful this time, and...
"Lan Zhan," Wei Ying starts then. It's soft, as if he's afraid of the admission that is sure to leave his lips soon. "My legs hurt, I can't keep it up..."
"Oh?" Lan Zhan muses, "didn't you tell me you'd make me come so hard I'd see stars? That I wouldn't have to do anything anymore?"
Wei Ying bites his lip in embarrassment and looks away. He grinds down again, tries to distract Lan Zhan from the situation he's put himself into.
"Didn't you?" Lan Zhan prods. He holds Wei Ying down, preventing him from getting the pleasure he so desperately wants. "I'm waiting."
Wei Ying slumps defeatedly in Lan Zhan's lap and hides his face in the crook of his neck. It's this moment when he knows: his attempt was useless. Lan Zhan is sure to make him aware of that, now.
Wei Ying mumbles something into his skin that Lan Zhan can't quite catch.
"What was that?"
"I lied," Wei Ying repeats quietly.
"You did?"
"Y-yeah... my legs hurt too much, I can't move, I can't..." He falls silent for a second, his blush darkening. "I can't make you c-come like that."
"Mh. I thought so." Lan Zhan skims his fingers over Wei Ying's back in a soothing manner, whose breathing slows a bit at that. Ah, that's nice. Maybe we can stay like that for a while, before Lan Zhan...
"But you did well."
Oh, what?
Wei Ying suddenly sits back up, a hopeful look in his eyes. "I did? Was I... was I being good?"
"Mn," Lan Zhan affirms.
Wei Ying holds his breath in surprise. Lan Zhan has agreed. Maybe, just maybe, he will be spared this time.
"So he deserves a reward."
Oh.
Oh no.
Wei Ying feels another wave of heat wash over him. His hole clenches tightly around Lan Zhan's cock once, anticipation suddenly pooling deep in his stomach.
How lucky Wei Ying is, that he absolutely fucking loves when Lan Zhan gets like this.
"A reward?" he repeats after him, whispering.
"Mn," comes it again. "A reward." Lan Zhan slides his hands up Wei Ying's back, stroking over his sweaty skin lovingly. One hand reaches into Wei Ying's hair from the base of his skull, winding its fingers into his hair under the already-loose ponytail, and pulls. Wei Ying moans loudly, clawing his hands into Lan Zhans shoulders, his thighs trembling where they're clenching around his hips. Fuck, he didn't expect that.
"Good boys get rewarded. You would know that if you weren't such a brat all the time." At that one word, he pulls again, and Wei Ying grits out a long nnngh as his scalp burns with pain. Shit, this is no reward, but it still feels so fucking good, even though they've never done it before. He lets his eyes fall shut and tears threaten to fall again, clinging to his lashes. So good, so so good.
He's beautiful like this, Lan Zhan finds. Forced to the breaking point so quickly, so easily. Even on top, Wei Ying is brought down to his lowest, most vulnerable self, submitting obediently like the pretty thing he is.
"I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry Lan Zhan, I was good this time, you s-said so, I'm a good boy for you," Wei Ying chokes out. His throat is working at an odd angle, so his words are more of a wheeze than anything else. But he endures it. Would endure anything for his Lan Zhan, if he just acknowledged himin return. If he just showered him with more of that sweet, addicting affection.
Lan Zhan sees Wei Ying's struggle and feels inclined to deny him a little longer. But Wei Ying did said the truth just now, Lan Zhan thinks. It's no use denying that.
Taking pity, he decides to not make his boyfriend wait any longer and reaches besides them, off to somewhere the camera doesn't pick up, never letting go of Wei Ying's hair with the other hand all the while.
A second later, he comes up with a toy - it's the one from last stream, the replica of his own cock, which is currently buried deep in Wei Ying's ass. Wei Ying can't see it, as he still has his eyes screwed shut from the assault on his body. The corners of Lan Zhan's mouth lift by the smallest amount. Wei Ying doesn't even know what his "reward" is going to be yet. He chooses to keep it that way until the very last moment possible.
Lan Zhan would not call himself a cruel person, or a mean lover, but Wei Ying likes to differentiate. And tonight, Lan Zhan will make sure to prove his boyfriend right.
He takes the toy and moves its tip towards Wei Ying's already overly stretched entrance. When it touches its rim, Wei Ying stiffens, his eyes finally opening slightly. "What are you... what is..."
He's confused again. How cute.
"Shh," Lan Zhan shushes him, "good boys don't interrupt." Wei Ying isn't sure if he wants to obey or inquire what it is that's pressing against his hole like that, but his brain can't really comprehend the implication of the situation. There's only the sweet pain of his hair being pulled and the cock still wedged deeply into his ass; so he presses his lips together and tries his best to keep quiet, as he is told.
Lan Zhan hums approvingly. "Good job," he praises, and pushes the toy against his rim a little bit more. It doesn't give yet; obviously, since Wei Ying isn't loose enough. There isn't even any lube on the dildo, so there is nowhere near enough slide to push it in aynway. But Lan Zhan will make it fit.
He pulls the toy away, holding it in front of Wei Ying's face. His boyfriend's eyes zero in on it, taking a few seconds to realize what he's looking at. Then he shudders again. Lan Zhan knows that he is making some connections in that head of his, considering the toy wasn't anywhere in sight when they started this session. "Lan Zhan..."
"Suck."
Wei Ying whines. He can do that, he's good at that. He's going to show Lan Zhan how good he can be. Doesn't matter where that thing came from, the only thing that matters is where it's going to go now.
When his boyfriend loosens the fingers buried into his hair, he licks over his lips once and then lets his mouth drop open, sticking his tongue out. A drop of saliva starts sliding down, and Lan Zhan catches it with the tip of the toy before he gently lays it down on Wei Ying's tongue. Then he starts pressing it in.
Wei Ying has sucked Lan Zhan's cock more times than he can count, and his gag reflex has long since been trained out of him (thank god), but they're still working at the deepthroating part of it. Lan Zhan is big after all. With the slight upwards curve to it, the slide is even harder to take all the way down to the root. But Wei Ying loves it. Loves the suffocating pressure of his boyfriend's cock in his mouth, how the tip of it breaches his throat almost painfully and starts making its descent down even further. How it forces its way down, down, down, carves out a way for itself.
He chokes on the dildo, as he always does with Lan Zhan's cock, but he forces his throat to relax as Lan Zhan pushes it in even more. From the very start, his boyfriend continues relentlessly, not pulling back or stopping once to let Wei Ying get accustomed to the size and its feeling. Just like he did with his real cock, as he pulled Wei Ying down onto it. He knows that he can take it.
When only a few centimeters are left, with the toy pushed in about as far as Wei Ying is usually able to take before his throat protests, Lan Zhan pulls it out again, thick strings of saliva connecting it to Wei Ying's lips and tongue once it is freed.
Wei Ying is breathing hard, holding onto Lan Zhan's upper arms with a death grip. He's determined now, determined to make it fit like his boyfriend wants him to. Lan Zhan can see it, right in that glint in his eyes - so he pushes the toy back in.
He grinds it in just a little further this time and then keeps it there. Wei Ying's eyes flutter closed, his lashes sparkling with unshed tears. He's so hard, painfully so, and clenches around Lan Zhan's cock, his nails digging themselves into his boyfriend's skin.
Lan Zhan pulls it out again, giving Wei Ying a moment to breathe. Wei Ying is proud of himself, with how deep it went aready; maybe they will actually make it fit today. And if he manages to do that, maybe he can also finally take Lan Zhan's real dick down his throat without any problems.
This time, when it goes back in, Lan Zhan doesn't stop until Wei Ying starts squirming in his lap in discomfort, frustrated with his inability to relax. It's in a little bit farther now, but his throat is not cooperating and clamping down again. Pushing it in any more would really hurt. Shit, being filled from both ends has him succumbing to the feeling so thoroughly already, but he still can't take the toy to the base. He wants to, though, so badly, wants to be able to finally do the same for the real Lan Zhan, and he moans around the thick length at the thought of it. Being able to take him fully, wherever, whenever. Lan Zhan can just push him down onto his knees and make him take it, down to the base in one smooth glide... oh, how amazing that would be.
But he's not quite there yet, and at this point he's also running out of oxygen again. He's prepared for Lan Zhan to pull it out once more and grant Wei Ying the air he so desperately needs - but it doesn't happen.
Instead, Lan Zhan keeps the toy there, forcing Wei Ying to get accustomed now instead of many tries later. To how deep it's sitting in his throat, how it stretches places that were not made to be stretched.
Wei Ying calls him cruel, calls him mean, when in reality, that is totally untrue. Impatient. That's what he is.
He releases Wei Ying's hair completely, then and slides his hand over Wei Ying's spit-slick cheek instead, further down and right over his throat, before he presses against it. Thumb resting underneath one ear, middle finger below the other, with his index idly playing with Wei Ying's glistening bottom lip, his palm lays right on top of Wei Ying's windpipe; only feeling, not pushing down any more than he needs to in order to feel what's hiding inside. Wei Ying chokes again, clawing at Lan Zhan's bicep to let him breathe already, but Lan Zhan firmly keeps his hands where they are. What he was looking for, he finds; feeling around a little, he notices the prominent bulge of the fake dick through Wei Ying's skin there, pressing up against his Adam's apple.
He also notices that it's still not all the way down. Sighing, he pulls it out one last time.
As soon as it leaves his throat, Wei Ying is coughing, heaving for breath, his chest rising and falling frantically to get his racing heart under control. Swallowing once to free his mouth from all the saliva that's gathered there, he looks at Lan Zhan with that hazy, fucked-out look for a moment before he opens up his mouth wide again, sticking his tongue out. He's trusting him so much.
Lan Zhan doesn't waste any more time and shoves the toy back in. He hasn't moved his hand from where it's resting against Wei Ying's throat at all, so when the toy starts going in deeper again, he can feel the tip sliding down, further and further, distending Wei Ying's throat.
Wei Ying lets out a low moan, the sound vibrating against Lan Zhan's hand through his Adam's apple. He expects Lan Zhan to stop again, just short of taking it fully, to allow him time to get used to is again - but he keeps pushing, keeps the pressure steady and unrelenting. There's maybe a centimeter left, Wei Ying can tell from the way the toy reaches places that have never been touched before, and it still doesn't stop. He starts fidgeting again, a little scared now, it just keeps going, but he wants it in so badly - he's also in need of air again, but Lan Zhan presses it in even more- deeper and deeper, until-
There.
It's in.
Finally, the first tear starts sliding down Wei Ying's cheek.
The dildo's flat base is touching Wei Ying's lips in a crude kiss, the toy looking like an oversized plug that way.
"Good, so good Wei Ying, taking it so well, taking me to the root on both ends." He accentuates his words with a rough thrust upwards into Wei Ying's ass. His boyfriend responds with a muffled moan, which has him lose his breath even faster. It's delicious, blinding even, the sheer amount of power Lan Zhan has over him.
He relents the pressure against the dildo, and starts pulling it out again. The moment it leaves Wei Ying's lips he takes in lungfuls of air again, swallows once more, and suddenly, as if something has been reawakened inside him, grinds down against Lan Zhan's cock.
"Ngh, Lan Zhan, fuck- ah, put it back in, please, let me suck your dick, need it back down my throat- ah!" Another thrust. "Yes, yes, please, Lan Zhan, I want to feel you in my ass and in my throat, want to feel you coming down both! Fill me up, make me take it!"
The filthy words own him a low growl against his neck. He picks up the pace again, this time for real, and starts fucking up into Wei Ying with long, hard thrusts that have Wei Ying moaning out again, voicing his pleasure along with Lan Zhan's movements. His hole is so loose by now that Lan Zhan can slide in and out without any real resistance, the sloppy and wet walls of it burning like fire against him. It's exactly what Lan Zhan has worked for.
Lan Zhan forces the dildo down Wei Ying's throat again and grips his ass when it's shoved in up to the hilt once more. He never stops fucking him, never stops the assault on Wei Ying's prostate that he can so easily reach through the mere size of his cock. Wei Ying is trying his best to keep his sounds in, as he can hold his breath longer like that, but the cock pounding into him with abandon makes it impossible. He can't stop the noises, the helpless moans trying to escape from his stuffed mouth. More tears start spilling from his eyes. He looks so used.
The dildo is pulled out and, like a switch has been flipped in him, Wei Ying suddenly feels a burst of energy crashing through him together with all the pleasure. As if Lan Zhan fucked him back into awareness after that small break from the ruthless fucking from before, he renews the grip on Lan Zhan's arms and starts meeting his boyfriend's thrusts in earnest now, the slap of his ass against Lan Zhan's thighs deafeningly loud and the cock pistoning in and out of him so wet that it creates a filthy slurping sound with every thrust. He tightens his hole with all his might, tries to make this as good for Lan Zhan as he can, but he really is too loose already, having been fucked into and stretched for way too long. His efforts earn him a deep, loud moan nonetheless, followed by a growl of his name that makes him lose his rhythm for a second. Lan Zhan, having recovered quickly, seizes the moment and pushes the toy back into Wei Ying's mouth, this time keeping it at a normal depth so that Wei Ying can play with it at his own pace.
Wei Ying takes the hint immediately, swirling his tongue around the shaft and sucking greedily. Drool starts dripping down from the corner of his mouth and falls onto his chest, but he never stops. While swallowing down the fake cock as deep as he can every once in a while, Lan Zhan holding it steady for him but never pushing down himself, he keeps up his movements with his hips; sometimes plopping down with a wet smack, staying there and circling them while he deepthroats the toy again, before picking up the pace and playing with the tip.
Wei Ying is so fucked-out - and, frankly, Lan Zhan is, too - that they don't notice the amounts of donations coming in. The viewer count has gone up into the thousands, a new record for Wei Ying if he had any proper brain capacity left to realize it, and there has been so much money gifted already that he wouldn't need to worry about streams for at least two months. People are praising Wei Ying's skills in taking two huge cocks in both holes at the same time and still be able to have enough power to meet Lan Zhan's thrusts. They comment on the pink of his skin, the way his hole stretches around Lan Zhan's cock and takes him to the root effortlessly everytime his boyfriend thrusts in; the way his tongue curls around the toy and the bulge of it is visible from the outside anytime he decides to take it down to the base. The chat is going insane, the speed of it too fast to read even a single comment before it's pushed past the upper end of the screen by the new ones flooding in.
The couple doesn't care, though. Right now, with the amount of bright pleasure coursing through their veins like molten gold, there is better things to do than checking a laptop screen.
At some point Lan Zhan pulls the dildo out of the reach of Wei Ying's hungry mouth and lowers it to his entrance, like he did before. Wei Ying moans in protest at first, wanting that thick length back down his throat, back where it belongs - he needs to please Lan Zhan, after all - but then Lan Zhan suddenly stops completely, again, and Wei Ying can't have that. He starts complaining, chanting "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan," over and over, and then- and then Lan Zhan pulls out! This boyfriend of his has the gall, the audacity, to deny him of the rewward he so very deserves for the good job he did!
He immediately tries pushing down again, but Lan Zhan is just too strong, fuck, gripping his ass tight and not letting him move a single inch. "Lan Zhan," Wei Ying cries, "please don't stop, please, please keep fucking me, keep your cock where it belongs, I love it so much, don't you see? I can take you so well, why don't you keep fucking me-"
His babbling probably would have went on for much longer if it weren't for Lan Zhan now pressing not only the head of his cock, but also the head of the dildo against Wei Ying's loose and soaked entrance. At once Wei Ying stiffens, ceases all talking and movement, and finally realizes.
Lan Zhan has planned this.
He has let Wei Ying suck the fake dick to wet it, to warm it up for Wei Ying to take- to take at the same time as Lan Zhan's massive cock. It's coated in saliva, down to the base, and it's sitting perched at his entrance, waiting for its turn. Wei Ying feels a shiver run down his spine in anticipation.
"Do it," he whispers.
Lan Zhan obeys.
Slowly, so torturously slowly, both the dildo and Lan Zhan's cock start pressing into Wei Ying's hole. And, fuck, it's such a stretch. Even though Wei Ying is already so loose, gaping where the two tips are pressing against him, it's suddenly so very tight again when they press in further, as if he were taking Lan Zhan alone with the only prep being the one he got when they were fucking the night before.
He feels his good places being rubbed against with such pressure and force that even just a quarter in he is shaking with his whole body, thighs clamping down around Lan Zhan's hips and holding onto his shoulders with shaking arms.
The pressure doesn't stop, doesn't relent as Lan Zhan keeps on pushing in; sometimes only one of them, just for the other to catch up and overtake it while the first one rests for a second.
It hurts - there is no way it wouldn't, considering the combined size of the two cocks ceaselessly pushing into him. It hurts so much, but in a torturously good way; they're gonna break him, Wei Ying knows that he'll break. Everytime they slide in deeper Wei Ying feels like fainting from the pure pleasure and heat in his ass, the feeling of it barely on this side of goodsofuckinggood. Halfway in, he starts pushing back.
His rim is used to the stretch by now, but his insides aren't. It's a feeling he has never experienced before; being stretched in a place so deep his normal dildos couldn't reach if Lan Zhan were to pair up with them instead of a replica of his own dick.
Oh, wow. He's really taking Lan Zhan twice right now.
The thought makes Wei Ying convulse again, growing so impossibly tight around the two cocks that Lan Zhan has to stop for a second. It's too tight to push in any further. The hand not holding onto the dildo starts stroking up Wei Ying's back again gently, trying to calm his boyfriend down.
Judging from the look on Wei Ying's face, paired with his bodily reactions, he must have hurt him somehow, and not in a good way, this time. "Wei Ying," he asks in a low voice, "is everything alright? Do you want me to stop?"
Wei Ying's eyes widen immediately. He shakes his head vehemently, going rigid and looking at Lan Zhan frantically. "No! N-no, Lan Zhan, don't stop again, I've been good, haven't I? Don't... don't stop, don't leave, I can't... I need... please-"
Sensing how lost Wei Ying is in his role, how he seems to be more than okay to continue, he takes his word and nods. He trusts him, just like Wei Ying trusts Lan Zhan. He would tell him if something truly hurt him, or use their safeword. They learned that the hard way.
He still waits for a few seconds, letting Wei Ying adjust to the unfamiliar feeling of taking two dicks so deep at the same time. He doesn't stop his gentle caress and peppers Wei Ying's face with the softest of kisses. One of them Wei Ying finds the strength to return, and they fall into a slow kiss that they pour all their affection and devotion into.
Oh, how much they love each other; it's been so long already, since they've gotten together. People told then that they'll grow out of the honeymoon phase of their relationship soon enough. Since then, years have passed, and Lan Zhan still feels like his heart is overflowing with the immense love he holds for his boyfriend. Nothing he does - no amount of gifts, no love confession and no gesture of affection would be enough for his beautiful, amazing sweetheart. He would give him the world, if he only could. And he knows, he is sure: Wei Ying would do the same.
Wei Ying's racing heart calms down somewhat. He sighs into Lan Zhan's mouth, truly content for the moment. Cupping his face in his hands, he keeps it close to his own.
A minute later they rest their foreheads against each other's and breathe together slowly. "Ready?" Lan Zhan asks, and Wei Ying nods. "Yes," he responds quietly, "keep going. Please."
Lan Zhan keeps kissing his love, at the same time as pressing deeper as carefully as he can. "Doing so good for me, baby," Lan Zhan breathes against Wei Ying's mouth once they manage to seperate for a second. "Working so hard for me. Your hole is swallowing me up so easily. Look at yourself, taking both of us so deep."
One more push, and he's flush against Wei Ying's ass yet again. They both are. The flared base of the dildo cuts into Lan Zhan's own cock a little uncomfortably, and he thinks about pulling it away - but that would probably really hurt Wei Ying, so he decides to bear with it and keep it where it is.
"Ah, Lan Zhan, are you in? Are you both all the way in?" Wei Ying asks breathlessly, as if he knows the answer already but still needs the words spoken out loud to fully believe it.
"Yes," comes it from Lan Zhan, and Wei Ying collapses against his boyfriend's chest in a massive shudder.
"Move," he begs. "Please, please, ah, I need you to move."
So Lan Zhan starts moving. He does it slowly, so very unlike the start of their session. He doesn't want to risk hurting Wei Ying right now, even if the pressure is so delicious around his cock, the dildo surprisingly soft and warm against him; only barely is he able to hold himself together, the scorching heat of Wei Ying' insides almost too much to bear. His walls squeeze him so tight, clenching down as if not wanting him to leave; the toy doesn't fit in all the way because of its base, but Lan Zhan does, so when he first starts pulling out, the tip of the toy catches on the sensitive spot underneath the head of his cock, and a sudden, unexpected moan slips out from between his lips. It catches him off guard and he closes his mouth immediately to keep the noises from coming, but he is stopped by Wei Ying suddenly grabbing his face again, a bit more clumsily this time. "Don't hold back, Lan Zhan, please. I want to hear you, want to hear how good I make you feel."
It's an easy spell, but a strong one. The sincerity in Wei Ying's voice overtakes Lan Zhan's urge to keep quiet, the deep adoration held in the silver eyes before him convincing him of Wei Ying's want. He kisses his love for good measure, deeper this time, and with a clear purpose in mind.
Wei Ying, completely unlike Lan Zhan, can't for the love of it keep down his moans. Even when nothing much is happening but the slow slide of Lan Zhan leaving Wei Ying's body, he feels the pleasure so intensely that one sweet moan after the other leaves his kiss-swollen lips. Lan Zhan has a firm hold on the dildo as he pulls out, keeping it where it is and grinding it against Wei Ying's sweet spot mercilessly. Wei Ying cries out at the feeling, pushing back, silently asking for more. Looks like he can take it, now.
When Lan Zhan grinds back in, it's a little faster than before. Wei Ying's next moan draws out a lot longer than the ones before that, and he bites his own lip to stop it from trembling. Lan Zhan starts kissing him again, drawing his lip out from between his teeth and biting it himself. His boyfriend can't seem to process what's happening anymore at this point - completely focussed on how good everything feels - the kiss ends up one-sided; Wei Ying breathes into Lan Zhan's mouth, his lips sometimes working with muscle memory and trying to kiss back uselessly.
Lan Zhan's hips press against Wei Ying's and that delicious grind of the toy's tip against his cock is back. That's also the moment Wei Ying pulls away from Lan Zhan again, looking him in the eyes with a sudden bout of determination. "Don't hold back, Lan Zhan, baby, please, I can take it. I've been so good all this time, please, use me as you like, make me feel it for days."
How can Lan Zhan say no to that?
"Hold onto it," he says then. It takes a second for Wei Ying to understand what he means. When he does, however, his eyes widen a fraction, and he reaches behind himself and presses his palm flat against the toy's base, just like Lan Zhan did earlier against his mouth, pressing it in deep and making sure it stays in place. His fingers part for Lan Zhan's cock to fit in between, their insides stroking against it anytime Lan Zhan moves.
Lan Zhan takes a hold of Wei Ying's hips again, secures his feet on the bed and uses his newfound leverage to start ramming into Wei Ying. His pace is quick, short but deep, unforgiving. Wei Ying sits up straight at the sudden onslaught, at the rapid movement of Lan Zhan's cock going in and out of him, in and out, in and out. His head falls back, his mouth wide open, as moan after moan is fucked out of him. One hand still secure on the base of the toy, he reaches for his own cock with the other one, but Lan Zhan's hand is faster. He grabs Wei Ying's wrist firmly and holds it out of reach, making Wei Ying protest so sweetly. Lan Zhan loves it. He plucks his love's strings effortlessly, creates a melody of complaints easily. Pulls the loveliest sounds out of him.
"No touching. You are going to come on my cock, and on my cock alone." He accentuates his decision with a series of rough thrusts angled just that little bit more to the front. Wei Ying nods quickly, still trying to be so good for his boyfriend. "Yes, yesyes Lan Zhan, I will, I won't- ah! Ah, fuck, yes, right there, please - w-won't touch myself, will c-come on just your cock, nothing else! A-ah, I'm sorry, I'm... I'll be good! I'll b-be so good for you!"
Lan Zhan doesn't doubt that. He lets go of his wrist and rewards his love by skimming both of his hands slowly up his stomach and his chest, reaching for his nipples and circling them both with his index finders. Wei Ying pushes his chest into Lan Zhan's hands, silently begging for more, and Lan Zhan obliges, keeps playing with them, twisting and pulling.
Wei Ying keeps his one hand on the toy and then shifts, supporting himself by reaching out and grabbing Lan Zhan's shoulder. Apparently, his boyfriend sees this as an invitation: Lan Zhan shuffles them further up the bed a little, just enough so that he doesn't have to lean foward all that much for him to latch onto one of Wei Ying's nipples with his mouth and still have enough leverage to fuck up into him steadily. He sucks greedily, bites down and plays with it to his heart's content, swirls his thumb around the other one.
"Lan Zhan! Fuck, fuck please, fuck me harder, want you to come inside, want your come so deep inside, stuff me full! Want to feel it leaking f-for, ngh, days- ah! Yes, can feel you in my stomach- hah- ah, can feel you reach- ah! Fuck! R-Reaching my- my womb!"
Lan Zhan feels a hot shiver run down his spine so violently at those words that he clamps his teeth down a little too hard. Wei Ying cries out in pain, but doesn't try to pull away; Lan Zhan's next thrust even has Wei Ying bouncing off of him completely, his cock slipping out, so he has to reinsert himself back in, right alongside the dildo. Wei Ying wails at the feeling, his eyes rolling back for a second. Fuck, the sudden emptiness, followed by the intense pressure he is so used to by now, it's almost too much. But Lan Zhan doesn't waste a moment and picks up the brutal pace again with renewed force. Wei Ying's words truly made something in him snap.
"Yes! Yes yes yesyes Lan Zhan! Just like that! Fuck a baby into m-me, I know you can do it, want you to m-make me pregnant, make me round with your child, ahh!" Wei Ying leans back a bit, holding the position through sheer willpower, and moves the hand that has been keeping him upright so far to his stomach, pressing down just underneath his navel. "Fuck, can feel you all the way here, shit-" he opens his eyes and looks down at himself, down to where- where can see the clear shape of Lan Zhan's cock going in and out of him, moving in a steady and fast rhythm.
They never managed to do that before. Lan Zhan always said it's just people talking about what's on their mind in the heat of the moment, not being able to fully control their brain-to-mouth filter. That it would only be possible by putting one's whole hand up there. Which, wow, that's a talk for another time. But Wei Ying was convinced then, albeit still sad, that seeing what's going on in there from the outside is absolutely impossible with just a cock inside.
But currently, there's not just one cock in him. There's two. And not any two cocks, but Lan Zhan's monster of a dick and a ridiculously accurate replica of it, one of them keeping Wei Ying open and stretched, grinding in deep, while the other one brutally fucks in and out of him again and again and again. Of course you would be able to see that from the outside. Wei Ying is ecstatic.
"Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan, feel it!" He takes a hold of one of Lan Zhan's ever-wandering hands and presses it up against his belly. Wei Ying's words earlier weren't even an exaggeration, Lan Zhan can truly feel himself hitting the place just underneath Wei Ying's navel. He doesn't have to push too hard, the angle at which Wei Ying is sitting at makes Lan Zhan's cock poke through his belly all on its own. It's the filthiest thing Lan Zhan has ever seen. And felt.
He can't take his eyes off it - or his hand, for that matter. "Fuck, look at you. Taking me so deep," he praises. To be able to see the claim he has on his boyfriend so vividly, not only in the shape of Wei Ying's stomach bulging out but also in the incessant cries he pulls from him, the tight clenching of his muscles and his desperate begging; it's dangerous, how much it affects him.
Lan Zhan's thrusts gain intensity, drawing out as far as he can before ploughing back in again, making sure his cock is pressing against Wei Ying's front walls every time. Wei Ying moans loudly at that, letting his head fall backwards, hardly keeping up at this point. He's barely able to stay upright like this, on top but still fucked into submission so easily. How he can hold onto the toy during this all is a miracle.
They keep it up like that for some time, during which Wei Ying's moans slowly turn into unhappy groans he grits out from between his teeth. His eyebrows start to furrow, and where before he was all pliant and malleable in Lan Zhan's firm hold, he is now stiffening and not as cooperative as he was before.
Lan Zhan would probably notice, weren't it for the intense pleasure completely blinding almost every one of his senses.
"Lan Zhan.... Lan Zhan, wait, please, stop..."
The words break through to him, and sudden, cold dread washes over Lan Zhan. He halts immediately and softens the hold he has on his love. Shit, he really forgot himself this time. He tears his eyes from the view in front of him straight away and lifts them towards Wei Ying's face worriedly.
"Did I hurt you? Wei Ying, I am sorry, is everything okay?" God, he's so stupid, so insensible. Hurting his love, just because it felt good in the moment and totally failing to remember Wei Ying's comfort during it all.
He already moves to pull out, and- oh, Wei Ying lets him, even moving to remove the toy out alongside his boyfriend's cock.
Lan Zhan's heart drops. He really must have gone too far this time. Fuck, how did he not see, how could he even let this happen?
"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry. Where does it hurt? Do you need anything?" He reaches for Wei Ying's face, wants to make eye contact, searches for any signs of discomfort in them. He needs that reassurance, that everything is okay - or the honesty that tells him that he really messed up this time. Anything at all, something that tells him what his love feels.
He wipes away a few stray tears - tears of pain, this time - and keeps searching. But, surprisingly enough, he can't find anything.
There's still that deep haze of submissiveness, of wanting to be good for your partner, of being totally fucked out in the silver sheen of his boyfriend's eyes. Lan Zhan frowns, can't seem to discover anything else; he's confused as to what's up with his Wei Ying, but he just won't talk. Doesn't even keep the eye contact for very long, tears his gaze away from him too quickly for his own comfort and - starts moving? What?
Wei Ying is shuffling around, unsteady on his wobbly and unused legs, having stayed in the same position for too long. Lan Zhan is torn apart, unsure whether to prod for a proper answer or to just let his boyfriend do as he wants to. For now, he just stays where he is, lowering his own legs to the bed to give Wei Ying the room he needs to get into the position he desires.
Ah, is that what this is? Is he trying to get more comfortable? Lan Zhan would understand that, kneeling all the time cannot be all that nice. He's still worried about having hurt Wei Ying in some way, though, as he just won't talk.
He wants to inquire about it again, just to make sure, but then Wei Ying plops against his chest, in a position very similar to one they were in a few days prior. Wei Ying's back is flush to Lan Zhan's front, settled in his lap once more, this time up far enough for Lan Zhan to press back inside him without any problem. Out of reflex, Lan Zhan raises his knees again, spreading Wei Ying's at the same time and keeping them open, supporting him from below. There Wei Ying stays, his chest rising and falling steadily and slowly coming down to a normal rhythm again. Lan Zhan presses a soft kiss to the side of his neck, right where his face comes to a rest naturally when in this arrangement. His reward is a small, content sigh, as well as a hand coming up to card through his black tresses, caressing him lovingly.
Oh. He's alright. My love is alright.
Lan Zhan exhales a breath of relief.
Kiss after kiss is peppered onto Wei Ying's neck, the underside of his jaw, the sensitive skin just underneath his ear. He sighs happily, melts right into the fervent touches.
Now that Lan Zhan can calm down again, he can focus on their surroundings a little better. This position exposes them both so much more than before, come to think of it. With both of their fronts angled to the bottom of the bed, their legs spread and upper bodies reclined, everything is visible to-
- their audience.
Ah. He forgot about that. (Again.)
There's still the camera perched on its stand in front of them, the low lighting angled towards the bed. The microphone picking up any minuscule sound. The laptop next to the camera, displaying the stream, the recording of themselves, the quick comments of the chat rushing over the screen. The donations flowing in. The names of the people watching them fuck.
Thousands of people are watching them.
How could he have forgotten that completely? So many people. So many. A hot flash of possessiveness zings through him, searing itself into his very veins. Oh, they're going to get the show they're paying for.
His lovely boyfriend is such a clever one, remembering his job even while they are fucking. He turns Wei Ying's head towards himself and gives him a hungry, demanding kiss as a reward; the complete opposite to what he's been gifting him in the form of smaller pecks so far. Wei Ying immediately melts into him, sighs into Lan Zhan's lips. He loves him so much.
Lan Zhan blindly grabs for the toy and, without hesitation, roughly shoves it back into Wei Ying's gaping hole. Breaking the kiss off with a gasp, Wei Ying stiffens. Despite his tenseness, Lan Zhan still doesn't meet with any resistance - at all. It's to be expected, after having taken two big cocks up one's ass for so long already. He pumps it in a few times, getting Wei Ying back into the feeling; he really can just push it all the way in, without any problem. Lan Zhan looks down and is disappointed to realize that there is no visible outline on Wei Ying's (once again) flat stomach.
...Yet.
One last push of the toy and it stays there, grinding against Wei Ying's prostate harshly. Wei Ying moans lewdly, pushes his hips against it. It's a nice, good feeling already, but even after that small break from before, his desire hasn't lessened at all. On the contrary, it has probably just fanned the fire - made him all the more desperate for his boyfriend's touch, his hands on his body, his cock in his ass. "N-not enough," he complains accordingly, "come back inside, want you both, one isn't e-enough anymore, need you both fucking me hard, hah-"
Lan Zhan obliges and pulls the toy upwards, making room for his own cock again. Where before, he refrained from doing so, out of fear of hurting his love, he now doesn't hesitate anymore. Wei Ying releases a downright filthy groan at the intense stretch, even though the slide is so much easier now than the first time. His hole is on display for the whole world to see, tight rim pulled taut around the two invading appendages. Reminded of their display still being very public, Lan Zhan risks a glance at the laptop screen.
What a huge mistake. He has to stop for a second and get his breathing under control, lest he come too soon.
Oh, what a sight. He can see Wei Ying's legs spread apart as far as they go in this position, with his ass squished tight onto Lan Zhan's hips, both the real and fake dick up into it to their hilts. His own cock is leaking continuously, its head of an angry red color, the precome pooling on his stomach and coating the bulge that's protruding again. Wei Ying's hole is stretched so far, it makes him look so small in comparison to Lan Zhan's domineering, solid figure, shaking and trembling as he is. There's a ridiculous amount of precome and lube oozing out of him. He's stuffed so full, all plugged up, yet his hole can't manage to keep it all in anymore. Heavens, Lan Zhan can't wait to fill him up even more, just to see it gushing out of him again, like the most feral, primitive type of claim.
He can also see the way Wei Ying clings to the hand Lan Zhan is resting on his inner thigh, how he turns his head sideways to face his Lan Zhan, now that he has slumped down a little. He can feel how Wei Ying is leaning into his chest, giving up all his weight, craving all the comfort and closeness he can get while in this position - as exposed and on display as they are.
Wei Ying trusts him so much. Lan Zhan falls just that little bit more for him, heart thundering in his chest.
Ignoring the chat completely, he lets his eyes wander back to his boyfriend's figure. So lovely, he thinks; with his sweaty, smooth skin, a sweet blush on his whole body; his teary face, mouth open on a silent moan; his toes curling and his hands tightening whenever Lan Zhan shifts the toy around. And he gets to keep it all to himself. Their viewers might get to see, but Lan Zhan is the only one who gets to touch, to devour.
Lan Zhan keeps a firm hold on the dildo, as it would slide out right away otherwise, should he let go of it in this position, and starts fucking up into Wei Ying anew. His love has both his hands pressed to his own stomach now, dutifully keeping them away from his own cock that's dripping onto his belly and fingers pathetically.
So obedient.
Surely he can feel the way Lan Zhan pistons into him, deep and precise, slamming into all the good spots effortlessly. He tries so hard to keep his hands away, to listen to the orders he has been given. But, despite doing exactly as he was told, being all meek and disciplined, they still have an audience to please.
Taking Wei Ying's wrists in one hand, he pulls them away from his stomach, up to rest on his own chest. His legs keep Wei Ying spread and secure in his lap, so that he can instead focus on looking where he wants to the most. Eyes roam from the place where they are conncted - Wei Ying's hole swallowing him up greedily, his fingers keeping the toy where it's supposed to be - to the place where he can see it from the outside. With how his cock and the dildo essentially switched places, it's not his cock that's showing anymore; now the toy is pressed against the front walls of Wei Ying's insides now, and anytime he fucks back in, it's being forced foward and is showing instead. Yet no matter how many times he lays eyes on Wei Ying's belly bulge, he can't really seem to wrap his head around it. The sight is not any less intriguing.
"Ugh, ngh, yeah, Luh- L-Lan Zhan-nnh!" Wei Ying slurs, rushing out the words as soon as he gets a hold of his tongue for a while, "f-fuck a baby into me, fill me up, make me come, please, I wanna come!" A pause to catch some air, "ah! Shit, so b-big, both so big, stretching me so far-" He is interrupted by an especially accurate thrust, the dildo being pushed into his sweet sport so hard he sees stars for a second, clenching down on Lan Zhan so tightly so suddenly that even his hips stutter for a second.
"Ooh, yes, that's good, so deep... 'm gonna f-fucking break, haha..." Breathy laughs try to take away some of the gravity of his words, but they are no less true that way. "A-ah- feels good, gonna come, Lan Zhan, Lanzhanlanzhan!"
Lan Zhan has reached his limit - he's going all out now. Spurred on by the sounds he pulls from his love, he stops the movements of his hips for a second, only to grab one of Wei Ying's wrists roughly and bring his hand back down to the toy. Wei Ying, surprisingly enough, catches on rather quickly, and keeps it in place again, like before. Then he takes a firm hold of Wei Ying's thighs and lifts them up.
The sudden change of position has Wei Ying squealing and grabbing onto one of Lan Zhan's arms with his free hand. As his boyfriend pulls his legs back and apart, spreading them as far as possible, he desperately tries to keep his hand where it was put. It's so hard, though, with how much more exposed he suddenly is - he would slip off, if it weren't for Lan Zhan's cock shoved up into him and his hands holding his legs up, keeping him safe where he is.
Lan Zhan takes the chance and fucks into Wei Ying at a brutal pace, hard and deep and so precise that Wei Ying starts losing his mind, can't keep forming words anymore. They escape him unvoluntarily - he himself is just trying to hold on for his dear life at this point. Overwhelmed, he's so fucking overwhelmed, with how his boyfriend's cock keeps slamming into him mercilessly and so scarily accurate, how long they've been at it already, how long Lan Zhan has tortured and teased and tormented him. His prostate is hit with every thrust, the fake cockhead of the toy ramming into it rendering him completely unable to do anything besides drop his mouth open around a silent scream. When he finds his voice again, it's for punched-out grunts, helpless unh, ughns Lan Zhan forces out of him, which in time turn back into desperatie cries, non-verbal pleas for mercy. Teary eyes roll back, filthy moans turn into desperate screams - he throws his head back, his messy hair curling around Lan Zhan's sweaty neck, he convulses against him and -- and he comes, shaking violently, toes curling and fingers flexing, clawing his free hand into Lan Zhan's forearm, eyes screwed shut as he screams his lungs out, shouts Lan Zhan's name over and over and over again. Ribbons of sticky come paint his stomach and chest with an orgasm that hits him harder than any he has ever had before that. White flashes before his eyes, then there's darkness, and then blinding light again - Lan Zhan fucks him through it all, holds him securely through his tremors. Praises him for his hard work by whispering sweet nothings, calls his name to keep him grounded.
Lan Zhan himself never stops moving, however, never stops fucking Wei Ying for even a second. He even has the gall to grab both of Wei Ying's hands, once he sees him return to himself well enough, and have him keep his own legs open for Lan Zhan to do to him whatever he pleases. Wrapping both his arms around his boyfriend's middle, he keeps thrusting in so hard that he heady slap of his hips meeting his ass fills out the room in a lewd rhythm. Wei Ying's eyes widen - he screams, cries and wails out, shakes bodily from his head to the tips of his toes. One hand is, despite its obvious duty, buried into Lan Zhan's hair instead, where its fingers try to hold on for dear life. The motion forces Lan Zhan to move one arm and pull back the leg that's now barely dangling in the air, to stop it from dropping down and obscuring the view. Although the new tightness that would create could be just as good, if not even better...
To Wei Ying, who is trying so damn hard to keep up with the intense sensations, the overstimulation is just too much, too much to take - his boyfriend is so rough to him, so mean, and he loves it, wants more of it in spite of having come already, wants so much more-
It's then that Lan Zhan lets go of Wei Ying's leg anyway to take a hold of the dildo that's slipped out dangerously far already, to move it alongside his cock, pulling it out with frighteningly accurate motor skills for someone as close to coming as Lan Zhan, then rams it back in in time with his own cock while keeping Wei Ying steady with his arm wrapped around his waist. His boyfriend quickly complies and grabs his thigh, pulling it back again.
Oh, Wei Ying is dying. He is sure he is going to pass away right now, broken from the inside out, taken over by pleasure and overstimulation so hard that he will black out any second, he is sure, he can feel it-
Lan Zhan is forcing Wei Ying to take the combined girth of the two for the last few seconds before he, too, finally arrives right at the edge. Wei Ying's convulsions have him clench his hole so deliciously tight, Lan Zhan feels like he's in heaven. Hips stuttering - their tries to keep up the rhythm they have set in vain - he screws his eyes shut and moans in a rumbling, breathy tone close to Wei Ying's neck. His own thighs tremble in accordance to his imminent orgasm, it's so close, he's right on the cusp of it; there's so much, so much feeling right now, overcoming him just as much as his boyfriend.
He lets go of the toy, just when Wei Ying lets go of his own legs and drops them back down into their previous position. There's probably not a single ounce of strength left in him, so Lan Zhan does him the favor of taking hold of his hips instead, a bruising grip that is sure to leave behind purple marks come morning, and grinds in as deep as he can possibly go. More he can't manage, thanks to the last bit of mental capacity he has left, his brain overtaken by insane amounts of pleasure and hotness coursing through him.
It does feel like he somehow hits new, unexplored places inside Wei Ying like that, by circling his hips and trying to bury his cock in to the very last inch. But he can't care about that right now; all that's on his mind is how he's finally falling over the edge, shooting rope after rope of thick come into his boyfriend's sloppy hole, filling him up and stuffing him so full, making sure it all stays inside, wanting it to take - breeding him, his brain supplies somewhere in the distance, and Lan Zhan feels almost faint. His hips keep stuttering upwards in broken, uncontrolled jerks, he has to renew his grip in the middle to stop his hands from slipping off, and he just keeps coming, not stopping for what seems like an eternity.
Wei Ying feels the hotness filling him up to the brim, burning through him and coating his walls, and - oh, he's coming again, he's coming again! It burns, it's so much, too much, but it's also so fucking good, like he's been strung up somwhere and now unexpectedly dropped down. He's screaming himself hoarse, even starts sobbing now, tears streaming down his face incessantly as he adds to the mess that's already on his stomach. It's good, it hurts - he's dying, surely he's dying, because, oh, his vision is strangely spotty.
Only after some very long minutes does Lan Zhan feel the willpower to slowly relent his hold, untensing his muscles and lowering them back down towards the bed from where he lifted them both upwards by force of his hard thrusts. Chest rising and falling in heavy gulps of air, he lets his arms rest around his boyfriend's waist again - this time in a softer, more gentle hold. Hugging him against himself in a loving embrace and inhaling his scent right from the source.
It's when he feels the toy slowly starting to slip out again that his mind returns to him, making him aware of his surroundings. He lets it, not caring about keeping it in any longer, and with it gushes out a flow of come from Wei Ying's now utterly ruined hole. The rim is gaping so far around Lan Zhan's cock that his come seeps right out, over his own shaft, his balls, trickling down between his legs and onto the soiled sheets below. Wei Ying's hole was stretched so much that, even with Lan Zhan's thick cock plugging it up to the best of its abilities, his boyfriend really cannot keep anything inside anymore.
Speaking of; Lan Zhan turns his head and looks at Wei Ying, at his love, wanting to ask if everything is okay, if he has hurt him anywhere - when he sees his boyfriend passed out, eyes closed and leaning back into his chest fully, breathing steadily with a healthy, deep pink flush to his whole body.
He fucked his boyfriend unconscious.
Lan Zhan lets his head thud against the pillows. Breathes in, out. In, and out again. Deep intakes of air, and equally deep exhales. When he feels like he has composed himself enough, he gently takes a hold of Wei Ying's waist, in a stark contrast to before, and starts pulling out. His softening cock is slipping out almost all on its own and Lan Zhan can't help but look at the laptop screen again, staring at the way more come oozes out of his sloppy, wet hole, soaking the bedsheets even more. Their biggest plug probably couldn't keep it all in, with how much Wei Ying is gaping; it's kind of a shame, to waste so much, but Lan Zhan finds he doesn't mind, this time. If they truly want a baby on their own, they can always try again, no matter how impossible it should be. Wei Ying has to fuck for his job, anyway. So it's a win-win.
Gently, oh so gently, he slips out of the well-used hole the rest of the way and moves his boyfriend until he is resting against the pillows besides him, a serene look on his face. He's utterly filthy; covered in come from his chest downward, his hair in disarray and the tie halfway down, doing a poor job of keeping the tangled curls in. Streaks of tears stain his cheeks, and there are bruises forming all around his waist, his hips and thighs already, just from Lan Zhan's hands. Sometimes he twitches, his muscles remembering motions his mind doesn't recall at the moment.
Leaning foward, Lan Zhan bends over Wei Ying and caresses his face. He strokes gentle fingers over his cheeks, moves some of the stray strands of hair from his sweaty skin.
"I love you," he whispers in a hushed tone. The microphone doesn't pick it up, like it's supposed to be; these words are for Wei Ying, and Wei Ying only. "My sweetheart." Soft lips press an even softer kiss onto his love's temple, his eyelids, his cheek, until they reach his lips, where they linger for a little longer. "Love you so much."
After a while, Lan Zhan turns his face toward the set-up at the bottom of the bed. He still doesn't look at the comments, instead reaching straight for the camera. He sighs once.
That's the last their viewers see of them before the screen turns black for the night.