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Wei Ying dropped himself on Lan Zhan’s snow-coloured duvet, hair still dripping wet from the shower, and welcomed his lover on top of him. Lan Zhan’s flesh prodded against his thigh and that alone was enough to make him gasp out loud. He really, really wanted that thing in his ass today. So he spread his legs, invitingly, and reached for the tube of lube in the second drawer of the night stand. First he squirted some on his own fingers and brought them to his hole, sinking them in easily. He fucked his own fingers in and out a few times before drawing them out completely and squeezing more liquid into his palm, this time so he could rub it over Lan Zhan’s length. He felt so hard and heavy in his hand, it made him all jittery.
‘Come on,’ he mused, and he guided Lan Zhan between his legs. ‘I can take you, I know I can. Please Lan Zhan, trust me.’
‘I trust you,’ the other man said, and he leaned over to kiss Wei Ying’s forehead.
‘Good,’ Wei Ying slurred. ‘Good, because this is going to be so good, for both of us, Lan Zhan…’ He lined Lan Zhan’s erection up with his rim and Lan Zhan pressed forward. The huge head pushed against him, and Wei Ying willed himself to relax, but it wouldn’t pop in. Lan Zhan attempted to withdraw, but Wei Ying grabbed him by the hips. ‘Not yet!’
‘It doesn’t fit,’ Lan Zhan groaned. ‘We should stop…’
‘No, no, we should try again. It’s not a vagina, Lan Zhan, you just have to be a little more patient… Here.’ He wound a hand around the base of Lan Zhan’s cock and brought him back. ‘Come on. You’re big, so it’s not going to get in easily. We just have to try… a little harder…’ He bore down on Lan Zhan’s instrument, cursing himself internally. Why. Didn’t. It. Just.
He yelped when suddenly, it shot past his rim, and into him. Lan Zhan shouted and Wei Ying’s body contracted around him, in shock. Wei Ying’s jaw dropped and a laugh burst out.
‘It’s in! You’re in me!’
‘I’m pulling out…’
‘No!’ Lan Zhan braced himself and Wei Ying grabbed him, fingertips digging into the sparse flesh of Lan Zhan’s ass. ‘No, no, don’t. This is good. Come back down, babe, please.’
Hesitantly, Lan Zhan did as he was told. ‘You’re tight,’ he muttered.
‘If you push in a little further… Oh fuck, yeah, just like that. Holy macarons, yes…’ He could feel Lan Zhan’s flesh carve room for itself in there, filling him up completely. Shit, that was a lot to take… He let his head fall back and panted.
‘Wei Ying.’ Lan Zhan’s breathing had quickened too. ‘Are you alright?’
‘Yes. Oh fuck yes, feels amazing.’
‘You too. I mean, you do too.’ Lan Zhan pulled out a bit, only to push back in, forcing a guttural moan out of Wei Ying’s mouth. ‘Wei Ying…’
‘Ah!’
‘Wei Ying…’
‘Ngh!’
‘Wei Ying…’
‘What?’ he huffed.
‘Feels so warm… and hot…’ Lan Zhan’s hand grabbed his hips and shifted, pushing himself further into Wei Ying’s inviting body. He felt huge inside of him, bigger than anything Wei Ying had ever felt.
‘Are you… are you in? All the way?’
‘No…’
Lan Zhan made an actual thrust, making Wei Ying see spots. He was pretty sure he’d never had anything so deep inside of him either.
‘Wei Ying?’
‘It’s good,’ he groused. ‘So damn good…’ He blinked and tipped his head back forward, so he could meet Lan Zhan’s eyes. ‘Move, please. Lan Zhan, I need you to nail me…’ He didn’t manage to finish his sentence: Lan Zhan rolled his hips and the effect had Wei Ying gulping for air.
Within no time at all, they got caught up in a rhythm: bodies moving in sync as if they’d never done otherwise. Wei Ying wound his arms around Lan Zhan’s back and Lan Zhan had one hand on Wei Ying’s hip, the other rested underneath Wei Ying’s torso. He ground his body against Wei Ying’s, and Wei Ying met every thrust in his body by bearing down, urging Lan Zhan to hit him deeper. Despite of how he wasn’t capable of forming a coherent though anymore, words kept falling out his mouth, as if they were being pushed out of him.
‘I’m so… full… Lan Zhan…! So deep… ah! Fuck… Yes… Yes, yes, yes…! Ah…!’
‘Wei Ying…’
‘So… so… good… Lan…’
‘Wei Yi – ngh! I… I’m…’
‘Oh shit!’ Somehow, he guessed what Lan Zhan was trying to convey, and he pulled back his left arm, forced his hand between their bodies so he could touch himself. He was rock-hard, and he’d already smeared himself with precome. Wei Ying closed his hand around his flesh and his body shuddered. Lan Zhan moaned on top of him.
‘Just… just a little… little longer…’
‘Wei Ying…’
‘You’ve been… fucking amazing…’
‘Wei Ying…!’
‘Just a second…!’
‘Wei Ying!’
‘Ah!’
He cried out as Lan Zhan bucked against him, caught in the throes of orgasm, and the deep grinding against him, the way his hand and his own hardness got caught between them, the hot, wet feeling of Lan Zhan discharging inside of him, was enough to tip him over. Wei Ying hollered and he closed his eyes, felt his body clench around Lan Zhan’s throbbing flesh, making the other man cry out as well.
Quite suddenly, it was over. Lan Zhan fell heavily on top of him and they heaved together: two hot, sweaty bodies fighting for breath. By the time Wei Ying felt like he was capable of stringing more than two words together without having to take a pause in between, he lifted a hand and carded his fingers through Lan Zhan’s hair.
‘Hey,’ he whispered. ‘Are you alright?’
Lan Zhan nodded minutely, and a moment later Wei Ying could hear him sniffle. Alarmed, Wei Ying sat half-up, so he could look Lan Zhan in the eyes. His eyes were wet.
‘Lan Zhan…’ Wei Ying brushed his brow. ‘What’s wrong?’
Lan Zhan shook his head. ‘Nothing wrong,’ he said, voice shaky. ‘Never felt… so close to anyone. Before.’
Wei Ying felt so overjoyed he couldn’t keep himself from laughing. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, cradling him and kissing his ear, a big grin plastered on his face.
The re-opening of Pan on the 2nd – because the first day of the month was a Monday – was every bit as festive as Wei Ying had hoped. Xichen had designed two new flags: one in Pan’s signature blue and white, the other featuring Pan’s logo over the colours of a rainbow, and he’d handed a set to every other shop on Biling Lake Road, asking to put them on display the day of the opening. More than half of the stores actually did, more than he or Wei Ying had expected, creating a daring, brightly coloured display on the street. And a huge middle-finger towards any haters.
There was already a line in front of the café before Xichen ceremonially opened the door by cutting through a big blue silk bow with a pair of scissors. Wei Ying watched him exchange high-fives with their patrons from the kitchen, and he waved at them as they noticed the enormous glass window and the fact that they could look straight into the heart of the café now.
Eventually, he had to stop, as he and Sizhui needed to get to work on filling up the brand new take-out lunch bar: a mobile bar which could be prepped completely in the kitchen, then moved towards the newly build nook. Open the large window with a push of a button, plug in the card reader and you’re in business! To make it easier on themselves, they’d made the bread dough the day before, so all they had to do now was to bake everything off, then to fill the sandwiches.
‘So let me get this straight,’ said Sizhui, gesturing at the AGA. ‘This thing has five ovens and we’re using only one?’
‘Address my baobei as a ‘thing’ one more time and you’re forbidden from ever using her,’ said Wei Ying, not sounding as strict as his words might imply. ‘And yes, we’re using only one of the ovens because only one of them is a baking oven.’ Sizhui handed him the bread loaves from the refrigerator and he shoved them into the industrial five-tier oven. Theoretically, they would be able to bake up to ten loaves at a time – but that was way more than he and Sizhui by themselves would be able to handle. Six would be their max, today they were at a comfortable four. ‘The AGA is a cooking tool, not so much a baking tool. But just you wait until that almond-apple pie comes out, baked to perfection...’
‘Your pies are always baked to perfection.’
‘True. But there’s ten-out-of-ten’s, and then there’s eleven’s.’ Wei Ying locked the doors to the second and third tier. ‘Just you wait.’
Just before lunch, a surprise guest arrived: Huan Sisi, holding hands with a blonde Japanese girl. She struck up a conversation with Xichen – because of the window, Wei Ying couldn’t tell hat they were discussing – but he could definitely see Sisi grabbing the girl by her waist with one arm, spinning her around and dipping her backwards into her other arm, then kissing her passionately. Wei Ying whooped so loudly he was sure they must have heard him on the other side of the window – or maybe not, because he wasn’t the only one cheering them on.
A little later, Wei Ying got to meet the Japanese girl. Her name was Shiori and she’d been Sisi’s girlfriend of nine years. They’d met during a ballroom dancing competition: as rivals.
The take-out bar sold out in half an hour: sandwiches, yoghurt cups, boba tea’s and juices. Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen – the former on duty just for the lunch hours and the latter having come along to see how things were working out – wheeled the bar back into storage and turned the nook back into a lounge area with ease, then stayed to hang out with a couple of their friends.
At four o’clock precisely, Lan Zhan stepped into the café. He greeted his brother with a peck on the cheek, greeted Mian-Mian and Wen Ning and some of the other guests, then made for the kitchen.
Wei Ying saw him coming, took off his apron and jumped into his arms, ready to dive in for a kiss, but Lan Zhan held him off.
‘Wei Ying,’ he cast a glance at the window. ‘Everyone can see us now.’
‘I know. Don’t you want to show me off?’ Wei Ying grinned.
‘Mn.’ Lan Zhan leaned in for a modest kiss. ‘If you want more, I do insist we move towards the office.’
‘Ooh, I’ll keep that in mind.’ Wei Ying was already imagining himself, sprawled out on top of one of the two desks in a naughty outfit, waiting for Lan Zhan to come in. Well, maybe not too naughty, since he would have to be able to wear it under his work clothes for a full working day first…
‘Hello Sizhui,’ said Lan Zhan.
‘Hello Mr Lan. And goodbye. I’ll see you tomorrow, Wei-qianbei!’
‘See you tomorrow. Give my best to Jingyi!’
‘Will do!’
Sizhui left the kitchen. As soon as the door closed, Lan Zhan turned back to Wei Ying.
‘Office?’
‘Ha. Not today, gorgeous.’ Wei Ying winked at him. ‘My family’s should be here any moment.’ He remarked the minute knitting of Lan Zhan’s brow and chuckled. ‘Oh, I know. At least Jiang Cheng and my foster dad won’t be staying for dinner, so you only have to be nice for like… an hour and a half. Tops.’
‘Very well.’ Lan Zhan brought Wei Ying’s hand to his face, ghosted his lips over his skin. ‘Can do. For Wei Ying.’
Wei Ying sighed out and said, only half-mocking: ‘Oh, be still, mine heart.’
To conclude that first day, they had dinner at Pan with the extended family: Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan stayed for dinner after the tea, the two Nie brothers joined them and Lan Qiren came over especially from Cloud Recesses. Wei Ying offered to cook, of course, but just about everybody insisted on having food delivered, so that he could join them at the table instead of having to divide his time between the kitchen and his family. He spend the evening joking around with Huaisang, teasing and being teased by his sister and her Peacock, holding hands with Lan Zhan, chatting with Xichen and Mingjue and having a pleasant conversation with Mr Lan, who was surprisingly well informed about the ins and outs of the food service industry.
After he and Lan Zhan waved everybody off, they opened the door at the right of Pan’s entrance, took the stairs and entered their new apartment. It was every bit as colourful as Lan Zhan’s home had been, but now it held both their clutter: childhood trinkets, heirlooms and souvenirs all on display. Lan Zhan had his music room and private study, Wei Ying a comfy kitchen and a decadent bathroom, together they had a spacey bedroom and a guest room which would hopefully one day be repurposed into a kid’s room.
Wei Ying took his shoes off by the door and let himself fall onto the large couch, stretching out languidly.
‘Oh Lan Zhan,’ he muttered, ‘I ate so much! First all the tea and cake and then the delicious dinner…’
‘Warned Wei Ying not to overdo it,’ Lan Zhan said, as he sat down next to him. Wei Ying put his hands in front of his face.
‘Oh please, don’t scold me,’ he whined. ‘Have pity!’
Lan Zhan shook his head in amusement, lowered a hand to brush Wei Ying’s hair. ‘I had a wonderful evening,’ he said, softly.
‘Wei Ying lowered his hands and looked up at the love of his life. ‘Yeah, me too.’
‘I even liked being with your family.’
‘Good.’ Wei Ying smiled. ‘Because, technically, they’re your family too.’
‘Mn. Feels good, doesn’t it?’
‘It does.’ Wei Ying opened his arms. ‘Lie down with me?’
Lan Zhan did. Wei Ying closed his eyes and breathed in the smell of Lan Zhan’s hair. He smelled of jasmine and sandalwood. Of cake and spicy food and oolong tea. Wei Ying hugged him tight as he realized he’d never felt safer, comfier or happier in his life.
‘Lan Zhan?’
‘Mn?’
‘Do you like bunnies?’