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As Wei Ying’s manager, Lan Wangji is afforded a certain level of insight into Wei Ying’s personal life.
It’s only natural, that he was able to obtain this position in Wei Ying’s life. Lan Wangji has been watching Wei Ying, and Wei Ying’s career, for years, ever since his debut.
When the opportunity came to introduce himself, to obtain a contract with Wei Ying, Lan Wangji did not hesitate.
Wei Ying is in his early twenties. He is very beautiful and very talented, and Lan Wangji is incredibly fortunate to have secured him. There is no manager who could possibly be better for Wei Ying, who could possibly care more, devote more, commit more.
Wei Ying is very precious to him.
Lan Wangji has felt this way for a long time. In the privacy of his mind, he knows that he is in love with Wei Ying. There is no other explanation for this obsession, for the dangerous things he has done.
There is a collection of Wei Ying’s clothing and possessions, hidden away in a lockbox under Lan Wangji’s bed. There are pictures and videos of Wei Ying, private moments and revealing photos captured discretely, backed up on portable hard drives in Lan Wangji’s safe.
Wei Ying has become quite accustomed to the level of access Lan Wangji has over his personal life. Lan Wangji has eased him into it, helping him in gentle ways.
A car ride with just the two of them, which quickly became routine. Extra clothes for Wei Ying, stored in his office and car, should Wei Ying ever need to change.
Taking Wei Ying to dinner when he is lonely, and bringing him food when he is busy and forgets to eat. Holding onto Wei Ying’s phone for him, when he goes onstage, so he doesn’t end up losing it again.
Lan Wangji reads through Wei Ying’s messages, and looks through his photos, when he is in possession of his phone.
For someone who is regarded as a top idol in the industry, who is revered and thirsted after by fans, Wei Ying is surprisingly pure.
He doesn’t date, and doesn’t seem to have an interest in hooking up. His photos are generally innocent. Beautiful selfies and innocuous thirst traps. Aesthetic outfit shots and pictures of food and rabbits.
Lan Wangji has seen more of Wei Ying’s ass in his own photos, than he has in Wei Ying’s camera roll.
But today, when Lan Wangji shuts himself away in a private dressing room with Wei Ying’s phone, he notices a new app tucked away in a folder.
It’s a dating app. Perhaps more commonly, a hookup app.
Lan Wangji stares at it, uncomprehending. His thumb hovers over it, as the world reorients itself.
There is a hookup app on Wei Ying’s phone.
It’s a popular one, used amongst celebrities and industry professionals. There is a selection process, to join an app like this. There are requirements, social criteria and follower count, for a person to create an account.
Wei Ying no doubt meets the requirements. It was probably easy for him to join. It will probably be easy for him to find someone to hook up with, if he hasn’t already.
Lan Wangji cannot fathom it. There is something wild inside him at the thought. His finger is trembling slightly, where it hovers over the app.
He needs to know.
Lan Wangji doesn’t hesitate, when he opens the app. He navigates directly to the messages, and his blood freezes in his veins at what he finds.
There is a man who has been messaging Wei Ying. A man who has been chatting with him. A man who has made plans to meet up with Wei Ying later tonight .
Lan Wangji is so furious, he is not sure if he is even breathing.
He scrolls through their conversation history, cataloguing it all in his mind.
He learns several key pieces of information.
The first is that this man reached out to Wei Ying first. He was delicate about it, complimenting Wei Ying and asking him thoughtful questions, before he escalated the conversation in a sexual direction.
The second is that Wei Ying is a virgin. He has never been with a man before, or a woman. He admitted it to this man, and said that he wanted to try it someday.
The third is that Wei Ying is weak to attention. And Lan Wangji has clearly been neglectful. Wei Ying has been deeply moved by this stranger complimenting him, telling him how pretty he would look sucking a cock, how beautiful he is when he smiles.
Once Lan Wangji has finished reading their conversation, he navigates to the man’s profile.
It only gets worse.
The man’s name is Su Minshan. He is a manager for a rival entertainment group.
At once, several things become crystal clear to Lan Wangji.
This man is planning to fuck Wei Ying.
He is planning to fuck Wei Ying, and steal him away from Lan Wangji.
Wei Ying is very innocent and kind-hearted. He does not always notice, when people take advantage of him. Lan Wangji has been watching over him for years now, and Wei Ying has made it easy .
Lan Wangji may have less than pure intentions, towards Wei Ying. He may be selfish, at times. But there is no one else who could possibly treat Wei Ying better than him, who could possibly care more.
Lan Wangji is abruptly furious, as he stares at Su Minshan’s profile. Who does this man think he is, talking to Wei Ying like this. What on earth does he think could possibly give him the right.
Lan Wangji navigates to Wei Ying’s profile, as a plan begins to reveal itself to him, and a calm clarity settles over his mind.
There is only one course of action, now, Lan Wangji realizes, as he gazes at Wei Ying’s profile picture, his heart stirring at the sight of Wei Ying’s sweet smile.
He will have to fuck Wei Ying first.
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When Wei Ying is ushered off the stage and into his dressing room at the end of the show, Lan Wangji finds Wen Ning.
Wen Ning is Wei Ying’s bodyguard. He is very loyal, and takes his job very seriously. His older sister, Wen Qing, is Wei Ying’s stylist.
Wen Ning is standing attentively in the hallway outside Wei Ying’s dressing room when Lan Wangji finds him, warding off any surprise guests as Wen Qing helps Wei Ying undress from the show.
Lan Wangji keeps his instruction to Wen Ning simple. Wei Ying’s phone is heavy in his pocket, buzzing with an alert. Lan Wangji does not have time to waste.
“Bring him to my office, after this.”
—
It is fortunate, that Lan Wangji’s office in this city is only a short drive from the event venue. He arrives in record time, and quickly sets his office in order, for what is to come.
He turns on the cameras, hidden throughout the room. He ensures that he has everything he will need, on hand. And then, he waits.
Wei Ying arrives with a flourish, springing happily into his office, clearly still buzzing from the high of his performance. He looks very pretty tonight.
His hair is loose, let down from his ponytail, and it falls down his back in big, loose curls. He’s wearing casual, comfortable clothes. Designer joggers and sneakers. A light sweater that looks quite chic tucked into the corner of his pants. A designer backpack slung over his shoulder.
Lan Wangji wonders, suddenly, if Wei Ying is planning to be fucked like this. Is he planning to wear these clothes, to meet up with the stranger he has been speaking with? Is his hair down to make him seem more inviting?
There is a hint of glitter eyeshadow, on his eyelids. Lan Wangji wonders if he left it there deliberately. If he planned it, to show that man how pretty he can be while sucking him off.
Lan Wangji can barely contain his rage at the thought.
But Wei Ying is here. He is here, where that man cannot touch him. He is here, and Lan Wangji is not too late.
“Lan Zhan, how did I do tonight? Did you watch me perform?” Wei Ying asks, smiling at him coyly.
Wei Ying is always like this. He is so innocent and sweet, but his smile is so sly, so flirtatious.
It makes Lan Wangji want to eat him alive.
“I always watch Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji answers, speaking in careful truths. “And Wei Ying always performs beautifully.”
Wei Ying flushes at that, waving away his compliment.
“Lan Zhan, you can’t just say things like that! Anyways, what did you want to see me for, er-gege? I have a plan to meet up with a friend after this, so I can’t stay long.”
Lan Wangji watches him steadily for a moment, giving nothing away. Everything will be different between them, after this.
“Wei Ying, close the door.”
Lan Wangji keeps his voice gentle and firm, and Wei Ying obeys him without question. He slings his backpack off of his shoulder and drops it on a chair with careless ease, and clicks the door shut without a thought.
A moment later, he is perching himself on the armrest of one of the chairs across from Lan Wangji’s desk.
“You really need to get more comfortable chairs, Lan Zhan. How am I supposed to create in these conditions?”
Lan Wangji makes a mental note to order a chaise lounge for his office, and then quickly forces that thought away for later. As tempting as it is to splurge on Wei Ying, now is not the time.
Lan Wangji looks Wei Ying carefully in the eye. He catalogues everything about his expression. His playful smile, his shining eyes. Wei Ying does not know what they are on the precipice of. He is giddy from his performance, and the potential of his plans later tonight.
“Wei Ying. Who is Su Minshan?”
The question comes out on its own, earlier than Lan Wangji had planned.
It shatters the easy banter in the room.
Wei Ying’s eyes widen in surprise and then he is blushing hard, averting his gaze. After a moment, something solidifies in his expression. He glances up at Lan Wangji curiously.
“That’s a strange question, Lan Zhan. Have you been reading my phone?”
Wei Ying’s voice is light and teasing, but when Lan Wangji only stares at him steadily in reply, waiting him out, Wei Ying falters.
“Lan Zhan,” he whispers, seeming suddenly a bit nervous. “Lan Zhan, have you been reading my phone?”
Lan Wangji does not entertain his question. Instead, he slides Wei Ying’s phone out of his pocket, and enters the passcode with practiced ease.
Wei Ying’s eyes are very wide. He is staring at Lan Wangji in disbelief.
“Su Minshan is a manager at Moling Su entertainment,” Lan Wangji reads, as he thumbs his way to Su Minshan’s profile. “He enjoys fine dining and travel. He is a top, and he is single.”
Lan Wangji pauses, setting his gaze on Wei Ying mercilessly as he opens his message history.
“He cannot wait to see you tonight, angel. He promises to take good care of you. He wants to know if he can fuck you raw and come inside.”
Wei Ying’s cheeks are flushed heavily and he is staring at Lan Wangji like he has been shocked speechless, like he is frightened. Lan Wangji has never seen him like this before.
“He has sent several pictures of his dick in the last hour,” Lan Wangji remarks coolly, watching as Wei Ying’s eyes widen in horror. “His size is average. Unremarkable.”
Wei Ying makes a tiny choked sound, but is otherwise silent. He looks like he might be having an out of body experience.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji begins again, keeping his voice firm and steady. “Who is Su Minshan.”
Wei Ying opens his mouth, and then closes it, swallowing roughly. He’s fighting to calm himself, to keep from panicking.
Poor thing. It’s not his fault, any of this. It’s Lan Wangji’s fault for not acting sooner, for not paying closer attention.
He cannot bear to see Wei Ying panicking like this. He must try another approach.
“Wei Ying, sweetheart, sit down. It’s okay.”
Wei Ying blinks a few times, and then sits down properly in his chair, seeming to come back to himself slightly.
“I want my phone back,” he whispers senselessly, like a child.
Lan Wangji ignores him. He has returned Wei Ying’s phone to his pocket.
“Why is that? So you can message him?”
Wei Ying opens his mouth and closes it helplessly.
“It’s- Lan Zhan, he’s expecting a reply. He’s waiting for me. I-“
“A manager for a rival talent group is waiting for you.” Lan Wangji repeats back to him. “To sleep with you.”
Wei Ying flinches at his words. When he looks up at Lan Wangji, his eyes are wide and sincere.
“It’s not like that, Lan Zhan, I promise! He hasn’t even mentioned anything about work. He just- I just-“
Wei Ying falters, and his voice goes small and soft, like a confession. “I just wanted to try it. I’ve never- he seems really nice and I just wanted to try it. Is that so wrong?”
Lan Wangji takes a slow, depth breath. Wei Ying has no idea how precious he is, wanting to try something like this.
“It’s not wrong,” Lan Wangji tells him, gentle and reassuring. He steps around his desk, and sinks down next to Wei Ying, resting a hand on his thigh.
Wei Ying doesn’t protest at all. He sniffles slightly, his cheeks flushed.
“Wei Ying, I only want to make sure you are safe.“
Lan Wangji means it with absolute sincerity. He would do unspeakable things to anyone who would hurt Wei Ying. He would do anything, to make sure that Wei Ying is safe and by his side.
“He reminded me of you,” Wei Ying whispers, voice breaking slightly. “Just a little bit. In some of his pictures. And he’s really direct. He just-“
Wei Ying cuts himself off, biting his lip in frustration. But Lan Wangji has already parsed the meaning from his words. His heart is already soaring to an extreme he never thought possible.
He squeezes Wei Ying’s thigh gently, and then brings his hand to trace back a strand of Wei Ying’s loose hair, to gently stroke his cheek.
Wei Ying freezes, staring at him in awe.
Lan Wangji rests a finger under Wei Ying’s chin, and traces his thumb over his parted lips.
Wei Ying lets him. He stares at him like he’s utterly captivated.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji whispers. “Bend over the desk.”
Wei Ying’s eyes widen. He stares at Lan Wangji, not comprehending.
“What-” he whispers, but Lan Wangji is already standing, making his way around his desk and pulling back his chair to clear the way.
“Wei Ying. Come here.”
Wei Ying is staring at him with wide eyes. He looks like he cannot believe that this is happening. He slowly rises from his chair, and meets Lan Wangji at the other side of the desk, watching him all the while, tentative and transfixed.
Lan Wangji strokes his cheek gently, and he whimpers, his eyes fluttering closed.
Oh, Wei Ying wants this so much. How had Lan Wangji never noticed.
“Bend over the desk,” Lan Wangji whispers in his ear. His cock is becoming frightening hard, aching with violence and need. He cannot wait to fuck Wei Ying. It is astonishing, how well this situation has turned in his favor.
Wei Ying obeys him. He is scared, but he obeys him. He bends over the desk shyly, offering a very nice presentation of his ass. His hair slips over his shoulder and spills onto the desk as he rests his cheek against the fine mahogany.
“Good boy,” Lan Wangji praises him, resting a hand soothingly on his lower back. His hand looks very big, compared to Wei Ying’s thin waist.
Wei Ying’s waist is a subject of great interest, online. It is also a subject of great interest to Lan Wangji. He has fantasized about manhandling Wei Ying, picking him up by his tight little waist, many, many times.
“What are you- Lan Zhan, what are you going to do to me,” Wei Ying whispers, fighting to get the words out. He is scared, but Lan Wangji can see that his eyes are dark, that he is exhilarated with want.
Lan Wangji ignores his question. Wei Ying knows what Lan Wangji is going to do to him. He knows enough about it, judging from his message history with Su Minshan.
“Lower your pants,” Lan Wangji tells him. “Show me what you are wearing underneath.”
Wei Ying’s fingers are trembling slightly when he tugs down the waistband of his joggers, when he pushes them down his thighs.
Lan Wangji’s cock twitches violently at the sight before him. Wei Ying is wearing panties, soft red silk with delicate lace around the edges. His ass looks beautiful in them, soft and full, the bottom of his cheeks exposed, too plump to be fully covered by the snug red silk.
Lan Wangji simply watches him for a moment. And then, he settles a hand on Wei Ying’s ass and squeezes, kneading softly, digging his fingers into soft fat and warm silk.
Wei Ying whimpers and arches into his touch.
Oh, he is perfect . And he had almost been taken by another man, a man who had moved more decisively, who had been more direct.
It is no matter, of course. Lan Wangji will rectify this now.
“Spread your legs,” Lan Wangji tells Wei Ying, his cock throbbing when Wei Ying complies immediately, whimpering pathetically against the desk.
He looks very pretty like this, bent over Lan Wangji’s desk with his pants tugged down and his pretty ass exposed.
Lan Wangji palms his cock as he takes in the sight of him. He brushes a finger between Wei Ying’s legs, lightly teasing the delicate swell of his balls, and Wei Ying shivers and cants his hips. He trails his finger up, wedging the silk panties between the fat of Wei Ying’s ass.
Wei Ying had worn these panties for another man. A man who had called him sweet endearments, and promised to be gentle with him, to take care of him since it was his first time.
Lan Wangji eases a finger under the edge of his panties, tugging possessively, in the manner that one might slip a finger under a collar.
“Take these off,” he tells Wei Ying, letting the material snap back into place.
Wei Ying whines and jolts against the desk. His pretty face is burning with embarrassment.
“Are you going to fuck me?” he whispers breathlessly, as he fumbles with the edge of his panties, easing them over the fat of his ass and struggling to shove them down his thighs, to where his joggers are bunched up around his knees.
Lan Wangji does not answer him. He only watches as Wei Ying exposes himself, as he bares his pretty ass over the edge of his desk.
Much like his waist, Wei Ying’s ass is the subject of much fascination online. Seeing it now, seeing Wei Ying show it to him, his pretty face flushed with embarrassment and his beautiful hair spilled across Lan Wangji’s desk, makes Lan Wangji’s cock throb violently in his pants.
He is the only man who has laid his eyes on this part of Wei Ying. There are many who would kill for this, who have obsessed over Wei Ying, much like Lan Wangji has. He has access to all of Wei Ying’s public social media accounts, and he has seen it, in Wei Ying’s direct messages.
Wei Ying laughs about it, and smiles in amusement when he is shown the graphic edits people make to his photos. He once read an explicit story someone wrote about him, and showed it casually to Lan Wangji, in an attempt to rile him up.
Lan Wangji had only skimmed through it calmly, keeping his expression carefully neutral as Wei Ying smiled at him slyly, waiting for a reaction.
He had already read this story, of course. It was far from the most shocking content he had seen about Wei Ying, online.
“Well er-gege, what do you think?” Wei Ying had asked him, when he reached the end of the page.
“Ridiculous,” Lan Wangji had scolded him, calmly clicking his phone screen off and setting it facedown between them.
That had only made Wei Ying more insistent and pouty, and he had chatted Lan Wangji’s ear off about the story for the remainder of their flight.
Lan Wangji thinks, privately, that Wei Ying might like the attention.
He thinks that Wei Ying might like the attention even now, that he might crave it, as he bares his ass over Lan Wangji’s desk. He is fidgety, and trying desperately to get Lan Wangji to answer his questions, to tell him what he is going to do to him.
But Lan Wangji will not be moved. He is enjoying this too much. And he knows that Wei Ying is, too.
Wei Ying’s phone buzzes with an incoming message. Lan Wangji slides it out of his pocket, and places it in one of the drawers of his desk, locking it shut with a neat click.
“Lan Zhaaan,” Wei Ying whines, pouting with his cheek pressed against the desk. “You can’t just take that, er-gege. It’s mine!”
Lan Wangji ignores him. He shucks off his blazer and unbuttons the cuffs of his white button down, neatly rolling up the sleeves.
“ Wei Ying is mine,” he counters, his tone dark as he settles his hand on Wei Ying’s ass, as he squeezes it firmly, his fingers digging harshly into Wei Ying’s bare flesh.
Wei Ying whimpers and arches into his touch like an animal in heat.
“Yours?” he asks, his voice soft and catching in his throat.
Lan Wangji does not reply. He only squeezes Wei Ying’s ass harder, and then moves on to the other cheek, squeezing it and releasing it, testing its give.
Wei Ying’s ass is incredibly soft, and easy to grab. It feels nice in his hands, and it is going to feel incredible around his cock.
It is doing something to Wei Ying, behind touched and inspected like this. Lan Wangji brushes a finger between his legs, teasing his soft, soft balls, and Wei Ying jolts, whining low in his throat. His eyes are dark and hazy and his lips are parted, his breathing soft and ragged.
Lan Wangji traces a knuckle up his inner thigh, and Wei Ying shudders, making a soft little cry.
He is sensitive, so sensitive.
Lan Wangji grabs the back of his leg, right under his ass, and squeezes, digging his fingers into the soft, sensitive fat of his inner thigh.
Despite how fit he is, despite how often his personal trainer runs him through a carefully developed routine, Wei Ying is soft everywhere.
Lan Wangji’s fingers dig into his soft skin and leave pink impressions. He thinks, if he touched Wei Ying roughly enough, he could easily leave bruises.
Wei Ying is quite aroused, from being touched like this. From being exposed over Lan Wangji’s desk and inspected like property. His breathing is quite ragged now, low and breathy as he nuzzles his face into the spill of his hair, arching his hips sensuously against the desk.
Lan Wangji sinks down to his knees behind him. He squeezes the back of his thighs, and works his way up to palming Wei Ying’s ass, digging this thumbs in and parting his soft, warm cheeks.
Oh, Wei Ying is so pretty here. His ass cheeks are pillowy soft and pale like jade, and the little hole Lan Wangji discovers when he parts them is soft and pink, a delicate little furl, hidden away in the little crevice between his plush cheeks.
Wei Ying is, by nature of his career, heavily manicured and attended to. It is to be expected. But still, he is a sight to behold, like this. His skin is so smooth and soft, no doubt a product of routine waxing and spa treatments.
Wei Ying had once flounced into his office in a red silk dress, turning around and showing it off to Lan Wangji for approval.
“What do you think, Lan Zhan?” he had asked, smiling provocatively, with a teasing gleam in his eyes. “Don’t I look like a snack?”
Lan Wangji had stared at him calmly, and told him he was ridiculous.
Now, as he squeezes Wei Ying’s ass and gazes at his pretty little hole, there is no other expression he can possibly summon to explain the wild, raw desire inside him, the violent ache of his arousal.
Wei Ying looks like a snack .
Lan Wangji kisses him. He digs his fingers into his pillowy soft cheeks and buries his face between them, pressing a breathy kiss against the soft little furl that is hidden away.
“Lan Zhan!!!” Wei Ying cries, jolting and squirming uselessly as Lan Wangji’s grip on his ass keeps him firmly shoved up against the desk. “Lan Zhan, what are you doing , you- ahh!! Y-you can’t, that’s dirty!”
It isn’t though. Wei Ying tastes soft and clean, against his tongue. Lan Wangji nuzzles between his cheeks and licks his hole, tracing it with the tip of his tongue as Wei Ying cries out in protest.
Wei Ying’s hole is soft and silky, when he kisses it, when he laves his tongue over it, when he spits on it and sucks at the delicate flesh.
Soon, Wei Ying is panting and whining, falling limply against the desk and arching his ass into Lan Wangji’s face.
“Lan Zhan, you’re so- ahhh- hahhh- Lan Zhan, er-gege, who would have- ahh, who would have thought you would be like this-!”
Lan Wangji squeezes his ass harder and dips his tongue forcefully into his hole, probing into the soft heat.
Oh, Wei Ying is tight - Lan Wangji can feel the delicate ring of his outermost muscles clenching around his tongue.
He shudders at the sensation. Wei Ying’s pretty hole is going to feel incredible, squeezing his cock.
Lan Wangji licks into him and fucks him deeply with his tongue. He spits in his hole and slips a finger inside, and Wei Ying almost shrieks at the sensation.
Soon, Lan Wangji is fucking him with two fingers, spitting into him intermittently to make his hole wet.
He angles his fingers down to apply pressure to Wei Ying’s prostate, to rub at it and pound his fingers against it until Wei Ying is whimpering and sniffling, crying from pleasure and softly calling his name, his voice wet and thick from his tears.
Once Lan Wangji decides he is ready, he eases his fingers from Wei Ying’s wet, softly pulsing hole, and presses a gentle, lingering kiss against it.
Then, he opens his bottom desk drawer and retrieves a stainless steel anal plug.
Lan Wangji had debated over silicone or stainless steel. He had debated over the size of the plug, and the weight of it.
He had settled on this one because it was moderately sized and quite heavy.
Wei Ying will feel it. He will be very aware of it, inside him. He may feel the impulse to tighten his muscles around it, to keep it in place.
Lan Wangji stands and sets the plug on the desk, right where Wei Ying can see it. He uncaps a bottle of lubricant, and Wei Ying flinches at the sound.
His gaze looks very hazy, and he is panting, his face streaked with tears.
Lan Wangji warms the plug in his hands, and coats it generously with lubricant.
Then, he squeezes Wei Ying’s asscheek, tugging it to the side to expose his hole, and he sinks the plug inside.
Wei Ying cries out in surprise, jolting against the desk, but Lan Wangji does not relent. He pushes it inside, all the way, and Wei Ying makes a choked, animal sound in the back of his throat.
It looks beautiful, sinking into Wei Ying. His little hole stretches wide around it, straining to take the widest part of it. And then, once they are past the bulk of it, it sinks inside easily, settling inside him like it belongs there.
Lan Wangji tugs at it experimentally, sucking in a sharp intake of breath when it is pulled back inside by the resistance of Wei Ying’s tight little muscles, swallowed up inside his pretty little hole, keeping it nice and full.
Wei Ying has likely never had something like this inside himself before. His eyes are wide and he is whimpering, breathing raggedly, curling his fingers senselessly against the desk.
“Heavy,” he whines, drawing the word out, low and breathy. “Lan Zhan, it’s heavy.”
Lan Wangji is sure it is. He chose it for that very purpose. In this position, bent over the desk, it must be quite heavy on his prostate.
“Mn,” Lan Wangji agrees, as he takes in the sight of Wei Ying’s glassy eyes, his soft mouth parted in a little o. He strokes his hand softly against Wei Ying’s hair just once, just enough to be soothing. “Keep it inside.”
Wei Ying whimpers and shifts his hips against the desk. Lan Wangji gazes at the base of the plug, just barely visible between Wei Ying’s soft, pillowy ass cheeks, and his cock twitches in his pants.
“On your knees,” he instructs Wei Ying, stepping back from the desk to watch him with a level gaze.
Wei Ying pushes himself up from the desk unsteadily, his beautiful hair spilling over his shoulders, his eyebrows drawn together in focus and his mouth parted in a breathless little gasp. It must be heavy inside him, when he moves.
Wei Ying sinks to his knees, weak and tentative, like he’s on the verge of crashing to the floor. His joggers and panties are caught around his knees, and his gaze is misty, his breathing shallow and strained from the weight he is carrying in his inexperienced little hole.
It will be especially heavy for him, kneeling like this. But Wei Ying is enjoying it. Lan Wangji can see that his eyes are dark and hazy with arousal, that his cock is hard, peeking out under the edge of his sweater.
He is so pretty, kneeling before Lan Wangji with his pants down like this. He looks very vulnerable.
Lan Wangji steps closer to him. He unbuckles his belt, and unzips his pants.
When he frees his cock, Wei Ying’s eyes go wide and he makes a tiny choked sound, like he cannot believe the size of it.
“Get it wet,” Lan Wangji tells him, gazing down at him mercilessly, as his cock hangs heavily in the air, throbbing with arousal.
Wei Ying swallows, blinking up at Lan Wangji like he’s gathering himself.
“You want me to suck you off?” he asks, his voice breathy and coy as he leans closer and nuzzles into the side of it, kissing it and licking it, dragging his tongue lasciviously up the bottom of his shaft.
Lan Wangji shudders at the sight of him, at how hungry he is for his cock. He stifles a groan as Wei Ying takes the head of it into his mouth and sucks, and then pushes down further, fighting to swallow him despite his inexperience.
He holds himself steady as Wei Ying gags himself on his cock, as he blinks up at him and works his mouth on it, sucking on it, eager and sloppy, fucking it into his mouth with inexperienced little jolts.
From up here, Lan Wangji can see the faint dusting of glitter on his eyelids, when he lowers his lashes in concentration. He is so beautiful, so obscenely pretty, with a dick in his mouth. He is perfect for this.
It would be so easy, for Lan Wangji to bury his hands in Wei Ying’s pretty hair, to force him deep on his cock and fuck his pretty face.
Wei Ying would let him do it. He would enjoy it. He is practically drunk on it, already.
But that’s not what tonight is for.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji directs, fisting his hand in Wei Ying’s hair and pulling him off of his cock.
Wei Ying gazes up at him heavily from under his eyelashes. His lips are red and wet, and there is a trail of saliva and precum clinging to his mouth and Lan Wangji’s dick.
Lan Wangji drags him closer, holding his face against the side of his throbbing cock, and gazes down at him meaningfully. “I want you to get it wet.”
He can see the moment that it dawns on Wei Ying. His eyes widen in understanding and his cheeks flush.
A moment later, he is averting his gaze, blinking shyly as he nuzzles into the side of Lan Wangji’s dick.
“You want me to get it wet, Lan Zhan?” he asks, voice soft and rough as he peers up at him from under his eyelashes. He licks at the side of Lan Wangji’s cock, slow and indulgent, and then he nuzzles against it and spits on it, flicking his gaze up to meet Lan Wangji’s. “Like this?”
Lan Wangji’s cock twitches against his cheek. Wei Ying is smiling up at him so slyly, with that dark haze in his eyes. Lan Wangji tightens his grip on Wei Ying’s hair, tugging at it, and Wei Ying spits on his dick again, slow and messy, gazing up at Lan Wangji to make sure he is watching.
“You want me to get it wet so you can fuck me?” he asks, breathy and exhilarated as he laves Lan Wangji’s cock with attention. “Are you going to fuck me with it, er-gege? I don’t think it will fit.”
Wei Ying is teasing him. He wants Lan Wangji to say it, to tell him what he is going to do to him.
But Lan Wangji doesn’t rise to the bait.
Instead, he grabs Wei Ying by the hair, and forces him down on his cock, all the way, thrusting it deep into his throat even as he lets out a muffled cry of surprise and gags on it, a surge of fresh tears running down his cheeks.
Wei Ying has not managed to take Lan Wangji into his throat yet, like this, through his own effort. But the feeling of it, fucking his cock into such a warm, wet space, shoving it into Wei Ying’s pretty mouth while he fists his silky hair, is exquisite.
Lan Wangji holds Wei Ying there mercilessly, making sure Wei Ying gets a feeling for it, reveling in the way he gags and struggles, his throat convulsing weakly around his cock. And then, he pulls him off with a lewd, wet squelch.
Wei Ying heaves and chokes, gasping and blinking frantically as tears run down his face.
“It will fit,” Lan Wangji tells him, simply, as if he has proven his point. He traces his fingers soothingly through Wei Ying’s hair, as Wei Ying collapses forward and nuzzles mindlessly into his hip, breathing raggedly and whining low in the back of his throat.
And then, Lan Wangji hooks a finger under Wei Ying’s chin, tilting his face up to make sure he is paying attention.
“Up on the desk,” he tells him, with a quick squeeze to his jaw. “Let me see your pussy.”
“Lan Zhan!!!” Wei Ying whines, his voice rough and wet, his face burning with embarrassment as he struggles to his feet and bends unsteadily over the desk, fighting to keep his balance. “You can’t- it’s not-”
Lan Wangji ignores him. He runs a hand heavily up his back and presses him down against the desk, and Wei Ying whines and arches, losing his train of thought.
Lan Wangji adores him. He adores him so much.
He squeezes Wei Ying’s ass, exposing the base of the plug that is buried between his pillowy cheeks. He tugs at it, and Wei Ying gasps, spreading his legs and quivering against the desk as his tight little muscles fight to keep it inside.
Lan Wangji tugs it out of him, nice and slow, watching as the bulk of it forces his tiny hole open, as he pants and trembles and whimpers from the size and weight of it.
It is certainly heavy, when Lan Wangji sets it aside on the desk. Wei Ying’s hole must feel quite loose and relaxed, from bearing the weight of it.
Lan Wangji parts Wei Ying’s cheeks, grabbing big handfuls of his soft ass. He can see that Wei Ying’s little hole is gaping slightly, a tiny opening that looks incredibly welcoming to his cock.
Lan Wangji adjusts his grip, to better spread Wei Ying’s soft ass cheeks. He spits in his tiny, gaping hole, and then he lines up his cock, and pushes it inside.
Wei Ying makes a sound like a hurt animal, when Lan Wangji enters him. He jolts when the head of his cock slips inside, and clenches tightly around him. But Lan Wangji persists. He sinks his cock inside, thrusting sharply to wedge it further inside, to force Wei Ying to take it.
Wei Ying whimpers with each thrust, making little choked sounds that go straight to Lan Wangji’s dick.
“Relax,” Lan Wangji breathes, low and intent as he drives into him with a sharp snap of his hips, nearly shuddering at how good it feels.
Wei Ying is so warm and wet, and he is tight like a vice, contracting around his aching cock like he is trying to milk pleasure from him.
Lan Wangji breathes through his nose, fighting to maintain control of himself. He settles his hand on Wei Ying’s back, and digs his fingers into Wei Ying’s sweater, fisting it tightly as he fucks into him, forcing his cock inside his warm, pretty little body.
By the time he has driven the entire length of it inside, by the time he has buried his hips against Wei Ying’s soft, pillowy ass, Wei Ying is choking and sniffling, curling his fingers weakly against the desk.
“Lan Zhan,” he whines, weak and choked up. “Lan Zhaaan-!”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji breathes, rolling his hips softly against Wei Ying’s ass, to get him used to the movement.
Wei Ying whimpers, trembling under him. This is a lot for him. He has never been fucked before, and Lan Wangji’s cock is large. Much larger than the man Wei Ying had been messaging, had been planning to fuck.
Lan Wangji closes his eyes at the thought, holding back something that feels animal and vicious, like a snarl.
Wei Ying is his . He belongs to Lan Wangji, just like the pictures and clothing Lan Wangji has stashed away. Just like the passwords Lan Wangji has come to know, the videos he has recorded.
Lan Wangji draws his hips back, and then he rams into Wei Ying, hard and fast, fucking into him with a brutal jolt against the hard edge of the desk.
Wei Ying shrieks. The tears have dried down on his cheeks, and his eyes are wide, his mouth open as he pants harshly.
He looks absolutely stunned , out of his mind.
His pretty hair is spilled across the desk, and Lan Wangji’s hand is fisted tightly in the back of his sweater.
Lan Wangji maintains his grip as he pulls back and fucks into him again, hard and deep, and Wei Ying makes a choked sound, drooling against the desk.
Another thrust, another, and he is moaning , loud and desperate and drawn out, rolling his head weakly against the desk, baring the delicate skin of his neck.
“Oh,” he whimpers, high and breathy, unlike any sound Lan Wangji has ever heard him make. “Ohhh- oh, hhhh. Lan Zhan.”
Lan Wangji fucks into him even harder. He draws out and slams in deep, pounding into Wei Ying with a relentless pace, filling the room with the violent sounds of skin slapping skin, flesh beating flesh.
It feels exquisite. Lan Wangji fucks him so hard that the heavy mahogany desk skitters forward on the floor, that Wei Ying’s moans are cut off with the occasional scream.
“Lan Zha-aaan,” Wei Ying slurs deliriously, his words breaking apart with each thrust. “Er-gege, you’re going too- huhh- hard-! You can’t keep d-doing it like this- Lan Zh-aan, haven’t you h-heard of nine sh-shallows and a deep-!”
Lan Wangji tightens his grip on Wei Ying’s sweater, and then releases it, instead leaning down to lay on top of Wei Ying, to fist a hand in his hair and nuzzle into his neck.
“I have not,” he hisses, low and merciless in Wei Ying’s ear.
Wei Ying shivers under him, crying out as if in anguish.
“Lan Zha-an,” he whimpers. “Lan Zhan, I f-feel so- ahhh- hhh, I’m g-gonna-“
Lan Wangji hums and runs a hand down Wei Ying’s side and settles it on his ass, squeezing it, digging his fingers in as he fucks into him brutally.
“Mine,” he whispers against Wei Ying’s ear, giving his ass a meaningful squeeze and striking it with his palm, sharp and possessive.
Wei Ying squeals pitifully when Lan Wangji’s hand lands on his ass. His pretty, teary face burns with embarrassment.
“Gege, don’t-“
Lan Wangji slaps him again, and Wei Ying whines , low and animal. Lan Wangji can see that his eyes are very, very dark and very glassy with unshed tears. He looks beautiful .
“Mine,” Lan Wangji repeats, breathing low and harsh against Wei Ying’s ear, squeezing his pretty ass and landing another sharp slap for emphasis. “Wei Ying is mine .”
“Yours,” Wei Ying gasps, choked and wet, like he has been overtaken by a revelation. “Y-yours.”
Lan Wangji shudders over him. Wei Ying’s ass is taking his cock so well, providing such a wonderful, tight heat for him to fuck into, such lovely, soft cheeks for him to bury his cock between and beat his hips against.
Lan Wangji is never going to give this up. He is going to fuck Wei Ying everyday.
He gathers more of Wei Ying’s loose hair in his hand and pins it to the desk with his fist. Wei Ying whimpers at the tension.
“Who do you belong to?” Lan Wangji asks him, breathing heavily against his ear as he rests his weight carefully on top of him, as he pounds into him fiercely, driving into his bare ass hard as the desk jolts forward on the floor.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying breathes, soft and nasal through his tears and hitching breath. He looks like he is about to come apart from pleasure. “I belong to Lan Zhan.”
Lan Wangji’s cock throbs violently where it is buried inside him.
“Who gets to fuck you?” he asks, low and harsh as he noses at Wei Ying’s neck.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying gasps, his voice tremulous and wet. “Only Lan Zhan can f-fuck me-“
Wei Ying’s words break off with a little agonized cry and suddenly he is seizing and arching violently, his mouth open and his pretty face screwed up with pleasure, a mangled, animal sound catching in his throat.
Lan Wangji fucks him through it. Wei Ying’s tight little muscles pulse and clench around him, quick and hard at first and then slow and deep and lingering, like his little hole is milking Lan Wangji’s cock, trying to draw it deeper inside.
“That’s right,” Lan Wangji breathes, shuddering over him and nuzzling into his hair, luxuriating in the feeling of him coming on his cock. “Only I can fuck you.”
Wei Ying whimpers and pants when he comes down from it, his body going limp against the desk.
“Did you come?” Lan Wangji asks him, pressing a gentle kiss against his ear.
Wei Ying nods weakly, whining when Lan Wangji continues to thrust into him, chasing his own release.
“Are you going to come inside me?” Wei Ying breathes, trembling slightly as he struggles to find the words. “Er-gege, have mercy.”
Wei Ying is playing with him. How sweet.
“What do you think?” Lan Wangji asks him, tenderly brushing a strand of Wei Ying’s hair away from his face as he draws back and slaps his hips against his pretty ass. “Should I come inside you?”
“Yeah,” Wei Ying whines, soft and breathy and pitiful, like a plea.
“Yeah,” Lan Wangji agrees, gentle and affirming.
He lifts his weight from where he has been pinning Wei Ying to the desk, and settles his hands on Wei Ying’s hips, holding him in place and digging his thumbs into the fat of his ass as he fucks into him.
Wei Ying shivers under him, gasping and panting pitifully, jolting with aftershocks as Lan Wangji fucks him, as pleasure builds inside Lan Wangji in a wild crescendo, racing throughout his body, white hot and violently peaceful.
Lan Wangji spills deep inside Wei Ying, his cock pulsing violently with his release. He fucks into Wei Ying as he releases inside him, rutting into the soft fat of his ass and filling him with warm seed.
Wei Ying is panting wildly, after. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are glassy, loose strands of his sweaty hair plastered to his temples.
He looks wild, and taken.
Lan Wangji kisses him. He leans down on top of him and forces his head to the side and kisses him.
Wei Ying moans into his mouth. He gasps and whimpers submissively, leaning into each caress of their lips, each flick of tongue, as Lan Wangji kisses him.
Lan Wangji pulls back to catch his breath. He eases his softening cock from Wei Ying’s pretty little hole, and is pleased to see it gaping slightly, where it is tucked away between soft, pillowy cheeks, appearing rather soft and pitiful from his insertion.
Wei Ying’s ass is flushed a splotchy pink, ripe with red marks from the beating it took. The cheek Lan Wangji had struck is especially red, where his hand had landed.
Lan Wangji runs a soothing hand against it, finding it swollen and hot to the touch. He has aloe in his desk drawer, and he will apply some, after this.
He squeezes Wei Ying’s ass cheek, gentle and coaxing, and watches as a drop of semen slips out from between his cheeks, dripping onto the floor.
Lan Wangji takes a shaky breath and traces his finger indulgently between Wei Ying’s cheeks to feel the wetness of his spend, to feel Wei Ying’s soft, tender hole.
Wei Ying is quiet, now. A peaceful calm has settled over him, and he arches sweetly when Lan Wangji touches him, when he traces a finger through the seed that is leaking out of his soft, freshly fucked hole.
Lan Wangji adores him.
He rolls Wei Ying over on the desk and settles between his legs, as much as he can with the clothing tangled around Wei Ying’s knees, and kisses him fiercely.
Wei Ying whines into his mouth, arching into him beautifully. He is incredibly soft and easy, when Lan Wangji kisses him, when he forces his tongue into his wet mouth and groans and shudders on top of him.
Lan Wangji sucks on his lips, and bites them for good measure. He breathes heavily into his mouth and kisses him all the more insistently, when Wei Ying tangles his fingers in his hair, tugging him down into him.
“I like you so much,” Wei Ying whispers, rough and wet, as he searches Lan Wangji’s expression, digging his fingers fiercely into his hair. “He reminded me of you, Lan Zhan. I wanted to fuck you so much, but you always deny me-“
Lan Wangji can hardly breathe, his heart is so full of wild joy.
“I will never deny you again,” he swears fiercely, as he dips down to kiss Wei Ying’s wet, swollen lips. “I will fuck you everyday.”
“Everyday! Lan Zhan, that’s too much-“
“It is not,” Lan Wangji promises, and it’s the truth.
Nothing could ever be too much for Wei Ying. Nothing.
Lan Wangji knows now, that he must do better. He must show Wei Ying how much he wants him, how much he cares for him.
He must not give any other man a chance to have this, to take it from him.
Perhaps, in time, Lan Wangji will show Wei Ying the treasures he has collected, the true depth of his affection.
But for now, he kisses Wei Ying, and opens up his desk drawer, retrieving one last item.
He shushes Wei Ying, and cleans him where he has spilled on himself. Wei Ying’s stomach is soft and sensitive, and his waist is very delicate. It is a delight to touch it.
Once Wei Ying is clean, Lan Wangji cradles his soft balls and retrieves a stainless steel ring, easing them through it, one after another.
“Lan Zhan, what are you doing-“ Wei Ying asks, a hint of panic in his voice. He props himself up shakily, attempting to rise into a sitting position, but Lan Wangji is already easing his soft, pretty cock through the ring.
“Shhh,” Lan Wangji tells him, as he eases a small, stainless steel cage over Wei Ying’s cock and secures it in place with a tiny padlock. “I will take it off tomorrow evening, if you are good for me.”
Wei Ying has propped himself up on the desk properly now, and he is staring at Lan Wangji with wide, disbelieving eyes, his beautiful, messy hair cascading over his shoulders, his red, swollen lips parted breathlessly, his sweater rucked up and wet with his release.
He looks gorgeous and sexual, like he has just been thoroughly fucked.
His cock looks very, very pretty, where it is resting in a little cage between his legs.
Lan Wangji had purchased several sizes of chastity cages. It is a pleasant surprise to discover that Wei Ying fits the smallest one.
“Er-gege, don’t you think this is a bit excessive?” Wei Ying asks, nervously. He is clearly surprised, at this turn of events, and perhaps frightened. He likely never expected to have such a sensitive part of his anatomy trapped in a little cage, like this.
“It is not,” Lan Wangji tells him, pressing a gentle kiss against his hip bone. He strokes Wei Ying’s bound cock gently, cradling his soft, delicate balls in his hand, like he is holding a precious treasure. “Wei Ying is beautiful like this.”
Wei Ying flushes at that, shivering slightly, his gaze darkening and his breath catching in his throat.
“You… Lan Zhan, you promise to take it off tomorrow?” he whispers, nervous and sweet. “If I’m good for you?”
“Wei Ying, do you remember what you said earlier?” Lan Wangji asks, patiently caressing his most delicate anatomy, holding it firmly where it is locked in a little cage in his hand.
Wei Ying swallows, his breathing going slightly ragged.
“Only Lan Zhan can fuck me,” he recites, his gaze dark and hazy, his pretty cock swelling pitifully in its cage.
“That’s right,” Lan Wangji tells him, and he dips down to press a gentle kiss to Wei Ying’s pretty, captive cock. “What else did you say?”
Wei Ying shudders, eyelashes fluttering as Lan Wangji rolls his delicate balls gently in his hand.
“I- I belong to you,” he breathes, panting slightly as he gazes at Lan Wangji with dark eyes. “I want you to fuck me, Lan Zhan. I want you to do it however you like.”
Lan Wangji fights to hold back a shiver at that. He rises to his feet, and kisses Wei Ying fiercely, holding him by hair. He bites Wei Ying’s lip, and nuzzles into his neck.
“This is how I like it,” he whispers, as he brings his hand to cradle Wei Ying’s balls, to stroke the little cage that adorns his cock. “I like seeing that you are mine.”
Wei Ying whimpers, nuzzling into him in turn.
“You can tie me up sometime,” he whispers, soft and breathy against Lan Wangji’s neck. “I would like it if you tied me up, like this.”
Lan Wangji shudders, burying his face in Wei Ying’s hair. But Wei Ying doesn’t stop.
“You can touch my ass as much as you like,” he promises, his soft breath caressing Lan Wangji’s neck. “But you have to promise not to spank me, Lan Zhan. I really can’t bear it.”
Lan Wangji pulls back to look Wei Ying carefully in the eye.
Oh, Wei Ying is lying . He is biting his lip to hold back a teasing smile.
Lan Wangji loves him .
“I will bring an ice pack to your hotel room tonight,” Lan Wangji promises him, as he kisses him once more, and scoops him up from the desk.
Wei Ying is unsteady, when he settles him down on his feet, and turns him around. He clings to the desk weakly, when Lan Wangji applies aloe to his warm, throbbing ass.
“You are very sensitive,” Lan Wangji comments, as he rubs his soft ass soothingly. “Very easy to bruise.”
Wei Ying whimpers, his face flushed.
Lan Wangji knows that they will need to be careful, if Wei Ying is scheduled for a performance or interview.
But for this weekend, Wei Ying is free of obligations, allowed a few days of rest before his next appearance.
The timing couldn’t be better.
Lan Wangji strokes Wei Ying’s hair, adoringly, arranging it back into a semblance of order. He pulls up Wei Ying’s panties and joggers, holding in a sharp intake of breath when he sees a trail of his semen running down Wei Ying’s leg.
He sits in his abandoned desk chair and pulls Wei Ying into his lap, winding an arm securely around his waist.
Then, he hands Wei Ying his phone.
“Wei Ying,” he whispers, as he presses a trail of kisses up his neck, breathing softly against his ear. “What shall we say to Su Minshan?”