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Lan Zhan had never before had trouble concentrating in class. He’d always had perfect attendance and perfect grades, and could without fail answer any question his teachers asked him. It was something he took great pride in, something he was certain he would keep up for the entirety of his academic years, as well as in his future career.
But lately, he had found his focus slipping, his attentions being turned elsewhere.
Wei Ying had always sat at the very back of the classroom. Lan Zhan believed that it had something to do with the fact that he was popular and liked breaking the rules, believing that he would be invisible back there, as if their teachers wouldn’t be able to hear the giggling or see the passing of notes from the front of the classroom. Wei Ying was, of course, very wrong in this belief, and after Wei Ying had disrupted Lan Qiren’s teachings one time too many, he had been moved to the first row of benches, pouting the whole way.
So now Lan Zhan could see him from where he sat diagonally behind him. He’d been banned from sitting in the first row himself due to his height making it harder for the other students to keep up with what was written on the board. No matter where he looked, Wei Ying was somewhere in his peripheral vision.
Wei Ying was unbelievably good at being a distraction. He would often twirl a strand of hair from his long ponytail around his finger, and jiggle his legs whenever he had been sitting for too long. Sometimes, when he was dealing with an especially difficult problem, he would even chew at the top of his pencil, but Lan Zhan had quickly learned to look away whenever that happened, or else he would be stuck watching him for the rest of the day.
Because Wei Ying was beautiful- both objectively, and subjectively. Anyone that claimed otherwise was simply wrong, at least in Lan Zhan’s opinion. So after Wei Ying had been moved to the class and Lan Zhan had the opportunity to look at him whenever he wanted, it was difficult to resist.
Sometimes Wei Ying would notice that he was being stared at, shooting Lan Zhan a wide grin and a silly little wave, as if they weren’t sitting less than two meters apart. Lan Zhan would just turn back his attention to his own desk, pretending that he had simply been lost in thought trying to formulate his notes. He even had a special page in his notebook dedicated to all the times Wei Ying had caught him staring. It was filled to the brim with everything from messy characters that he had traced over and over, to random lines and squiggles, and even some doodles. Lan Zhan felt very embarrassed about the fact that he’d have to start on a new page any day now.
Occasionally Lan Zhan would even get a crumpled-up piece of paper landing on his desk. Wei Ying would only giggle when he glared at him half-heartedly, and Lan Zhan would always make sure that Wei Ying was looking away when he carefully slid the crumpled-up ball of paper into his bag. Usually Wei Ying had scribbled down his complaints about the day's homework, but occasionally Lan Zhan would be rewarded with a doodle of an animal or even a short comic that he never quite understood. But Lan Zhan always kept the notes, regardless of what they contained.
By the end of the day, Lan Qiren would always read all the rules that had been broken that day out loud. It was a tradition that, on the worst of days, could go on for over ten minutes. Although nobody enjoyed the tradition, the fact that it could be drastically shortened by simply following the rules seemed to completely fly over his classmates' heads.
“Rule number 32, Running in the classroom is prohibited.”
“Rule number 13, Talking behind another person’s back is prohibited.”
“Rule number 69, Sitting improperly- please stop laughing- Sitting improperly is prohibited.”
Wei Ying yawned dramatically and stretched his arms above his head, causing his shirt to lift up just enough to show off a sliver of skin on his lower back. Lan Zhan did not look away even as the shirt fell back into its usual shape. Stupid shirt.
“Rule number 71, Female students are not allowed to wear skirts that end above the knees.”
Wei Ying tilted his head to the side, not unlike the way a kitten would look at something it deemed strange and foreign. Lan Zhan had figured out that it meant that he was plotting something.
Lan Zhan zoned out for the remainder of the rules, suddenly much more interested in the way Wei Ying’s thumb kept poking at his bottom lip, seemingly lost in thought.
Lan Zhan wasn’t sure if he should feel worried or excited.
The next day, it turned out that the correct answer had been both.
Lan Zhan was already seated alone in their classroom when he noticed Wei Ying strutting inside, his ponytail bouncing due to the light spring in his step. Seeing Wei Ying show up fifteen minutes before class even started would probably have been the biggest shock of the year, if it hadn’t been for what he was wearing.
Wei Ying was usually wearing black skinny jeans that were more often than not covered with rips and holes, which was a fashion statement that Lan Zhan hadn’t understood at all until he got to see the smooth skin of Wei Ying’s legs peeking out. After that he had been very much a fan of ripped jeans- but only on Wei Ying.
Sometimes Wei Ying would be daring enough to wear a shirt with a very loose neckline, or even a crop top, but he would quickly be told to cover up. Lan Zhan was always disappointed when it happened, Wei Ying had such pretty shoulders and a very cute tummy.
But today he wasn’t wearing any of the mentioned daring articles of clothing.
He was wearing a skirt.
And not just any skirt- it was short.
Lan Zhan didn’t know enough about fashion to properly describe it, although it reminded him of a classic schoolgirl skirt, except for the fact that it had two silver chains hanging on one side, and the fact that it was way too short.
The hem of the skirt danced around Wei Ying’s bare thighs as he skipped closer to where Lan Zhan was sitting, a dangerous, not-at-all-innocent smile on his lips.
“Lan Zhan! What a surprise seeing you here this early!”
That was a lie. Everyone knew that Lan Zhan always showed up very early to class, wanting to have everything prepared and ready before any of his classmates got there.
“Do you like my new skirt?” Wei Ying asked innocently as he gave a twirl, the back of the skirt flying up enough to show where his thighs met the globes of his ass. His ass, which definitely wasn’t covered with the boxer shorts one might expect him to wear, the skin instead left completely bare.
Lan Zhan looked away so fast that he felt the muscles in his neck strain from the sudden effort.
“You can’t wear that,” he said, refusing to look at Wei Ying even as he plopped down onto Lan Zhan’s desk, leaning back on his hands.
And close your legs! Lan Zhan wanted to add, Wei Ying’s thighs spread unnecessarily wide apart.
“Why not? I think it looks really nice on me. Look, I even shaved my legs, they’re so smooth!”
But Lan Zhan did not look, turning his head the other way when Wei Ying shifted to sit right in front of him, his legs on either side of Lan Zhan’s arms.
“You’re going to get dress-coded,” Lan Zhan reminded him, staring at a fleck of dirt on the ground somewhere to his right, as if it was the most interesting thing he’d seen all day.
“You’re not even looking,” Wei Ying whined, ignoring Lan Zhan’s concerns as he kicked his legs playfully. “I promise that they’re soft, feel!”
Wei Ying grabbed Lan Zhan’s hand, and without asking for his permission, placed it on the inside of one of his thighs.
Lan Zhan jumped as if he had been burned, eyes immediately flying to where his hand was now resting against Wei Ying’s very much naked thighs.
He hadn’t been lying, his skin was ridiculously soft.
“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Wei Ying practically purred at him, his eyes dark and hooded as he guided Lan Zhan’s hand upwards until his fingers brushed against the fabric of the skirt. “Your hands are so large and warm, they feel so good against my skin~”
Lan Zhan knew that he should pull away and call Wei Ying ‘shameless’, as he always did whenever Wei Ying was teasing him. But he was frozen in place, transfixed as his hand moved higher and higher up Wei Ying’s thighs, now mostly hidden under the skirt.
Wei Ying’s breathing had gone heavy, legs spreading apart even more to accommodate his touch.
“Ah- Lan Zhan-!”
Just then another student decided to walk through the door, and Lan Zhan’s hand quickly returned to his own lap, positioning itself so that no one would be able to see the bulge that had formed in his pants. Wei Ying’s legs flew shut just as quickly, Wei Ying crossing them as he greeted the student with an awkward laugh.
The student looked immensely uncomfortable as he looked at Wei Ying, gaze dropping to Wei Ying’s skirt before quickly taking a seat to sharpen a pencil for at least five times longer than what was necessary.
Lan Zhan ignored Wei Ying’s attempt at catching his gaze when he jumped down from his desk, to instead move to sit on his own, still facing the back of the classroom.
As more and more students arrived, confused stares and giggles were soon enough spreading among them. Everyone had undoubtedly noticed what Wei Ying was wearing.
Wei Ying seemed completely unbothered by them, flipping his ponytail over his shoulder as some guys toward the back snickered at him. But not all the attention was negative, many of the girls giving him compliments and telling him how brave he was for wearing something so short to one of Lan Qiren’s classes.
Wei Ying took it all with grace, although he was still looking over at Lan Zhan more often than not.
Lan Qiren walked through the door a few minutes before class was about to start, setting up his papers and computer at the front of the class as usual. As the clock struck eight, he straightened his back and looked up over the sea of students.
“Today we’re going to be discussing-” Lan Qiren trailed off as soon as his eyes landed on Wei Ying, who was looking back at him with an innocent smile playing on his lips.
“Wei Ying! What is the meaning of this?!”
“What is the meaning of what?” Wei Ying said, pretending to be clueless as he twirled a strand of hair around his fingers, like a schoolgirl that was trying to get out of trouble. Everyone's attention was on him now, interested glances jumping between Wei Ying and Lan Qiren, wanting to see how the drama would unfold. But Lan Zhan’s eyes were still locked onto Wei Ying, and Wei Ying only.
“What do I mean?!” Lan Qiren’s face was bright red with anger. “You’re clearly breaking the dress code, is what I mean!”
Wei Ying let out a small ‘huh’, tapping his pencil against his lips as if lost in thought. Lan Zhan didn’t miss how the corners of his lips turned up into a barely noticeable smirk.
“Actually, I read through every single one of the school’s rules yesterday, and surprisingly enough, there isn’t a single one banning a male student from wearing a skirt that is too short. All the rules dictating the length of a skirt are formulated for female students only.”
Lan Qiren’s eyes looked like they were about to pop right out of his head. But he had no comeback, because he knew that Wei Ying was right. Wei Ying had found a loophole in the system, and Lan Zhan couldn’t help but feel impressed by the dedication he had shown, looking through all of the school rules just to be able to cause pure chaos by wearing a skirt to school.
Lan Qiren let out a deep, strained sigh before turning back to the blackboard, continuing with the lesson as if nothing had happened. Lan Zhan had a feeling that he would have a long discussion with the school board as soon as their lesson was over.
A giant grin was now on Wei Ying’s face, his feet kicking underneath his desk to get rid of the excess adrenaline. Lan Zhan had to bite back a smile of his own. He liked seeing Wei Ying happy, especially when he couldn’t get into trouble for it.
Wei Ying was hastily scribbling on a loose piece of paper before going still, making sure that Lan Qiren was turned away from the class before twisting around and throwing the crumpled-up piece of paper onto Lan Zhan’s desk. Lan Zhan sent him a half-hearted dare, waiting until Wei Ying had turned back around before flicking the ball of paper into his bag. He was still going to read it, just not now.
The bell rang, signaling that their lunch break had begun. Wei Ying had sprung to his feet, standing by Lan Zhan’s desk before the signal had even stopped.
“Lan Zhan! Do you want to eat lunch with me?” he asked, hands clasped behind his back as he rocked back and forth on his heels.
Lan Zhan should tell him no. Usually he would always accept if Wei Ying wanted to eat with him, but today it would be too dangerous. If he had to sit next to Wei Ying and his bare thighs his hands would undoubtedly be shaking so badly that he’d drop food everywhere.
“Sure.”
So much for telling him no.
Wei Ying clapped his hands together, jumping up and down with joy, his skirt exposing even more of his legs as he did so. Thankfully most students had already left the classroom, otherwise they would have been in for a view that nobody except Lan Zhan should have.
“Great!” he said, latching onto Lan Zhan’s arms with both of his as soon as he stood up. “We should hurry if we want to get the good seats.”
“Hah!” a voice somewhere behind them said. Wen Chao, his usual self-satisfied smirk on his lips as he stepped in closer, looking Wei Ying up and down with disgust. “Are you really going to walk around like this all day? You look like a cheap whore.”
“And still you couldn’t afford me,” Wei Ying countered, sticking his tongue out at Wen Chao childishly. “Let’s go, Lan Zhan.”
“Afford? Like I’d even want to buy you!” Wen Chao bit back. “It’s disgusting!”
“If I’m so disgusting, then why do you keep looking? hm?” Wei Ying said, seemingly completely unbothered by Wen Chao’s remarks. “Lan Zhan, tell him that he’s wrong! Tell me that I look very pretty!”
Lan Zhan let out a small hum.
“Wei Ying looks very pretty.”
“Oh Lan Zhan, you’re always so kind to me,” Wei Ying said, nuzzling his cheek against Lan Zhan’s arm, getting pulled along as Lan Zhan started walking, leaving a bitter Wen Chao behind. Lan Zhan attempted to keep his heartbeat and breathing steady, although it was hard to when Wei Ying was complimenting him and clinging tightly to his arm.
“My savior! I’d wear a skirt to school every day if Lan Zhan asked me to! I always want to look pretty for Lan Zhan!”
“That- That’s not necessary,” Lan Zhan quickly reassured him. He was pretty sure that he would die if he had the opportunity to see Wei Ying’s bare thighs every single day.
“How long does it take for a new rule to be added anyway? I don’t think your uncle liked my outfit very much, so he’s probably gonna stop me as soon as possible. Haha!”
“Around a month,” Lan Zhan said. “Although uncle will be very angry at you if you keep it up for that long.”
Wei Ying just laughed, ignoring his warning completely.
“Aish, Lan Zhan, If I don’t break the rules, then who’s gonna do it in my stead? I’ve always been a troublemaker, so I can’t stop before I-”
Wei Ying trailed off as the sound of a camera shutter went off. He looked dumbfounded for a moment, the two of them turning around at the same time, only to come face to face with a wide-eyed Su She. He was cradling his phone in a tight grip, held slightly lower and at a different angle than what would be seen as normal.
Lan Zhan had just put two and two together when Wei Ying spoke up.
“...Did you seriously just take an upskirt picture of me?” his voice was filled with disbelief, as if he couldn’t understand why someone would do such a thing. He had raised one eyebrow, looking down at Su She with a look that would make any man squirm beneath it.
“No?” Su She said, quickly trying to hide away his phone in his pocket, but before he could manage, Lan Zhan caught him by the wrist. Wei Ying was looking genuinely uncomfortable, his previous playfulness gone as soon as the camera had gone off. Wei Ying wasn’t someone that was bothered easily, so seeing him like this made Lan Zhan’s blood boil with anger.
“Hand it over,” Lan Zhan said through gritted teeth. Su She violently shook his head, but he was far too weak to fight back when Lan Zhan twisted his arm, causing him to cry out in pain.
Wei Ying quickly grabbed his phone out of his hand, making sure that it had been unlocked by facial recognition before taking a step back and opening the photos folder.
Su She tried reaching for it, panic evident on his face, but Lan Zhan’s grip on his wrist only tightened, making it clear that if he tried anything he wouldn’t hesitate to break it. Lan Zhan watched Wei Ying’s face closely for any change in his expression. He had raised a single eyebrow, his eyes squinting as he stared at the phone screen for a bit too long. Then he pouted, looking up and meeting Lan Zhan’s eyes.
“Lan Zhaaan,” he whined, his arms wrapping against Lan Zhan’s free one once again. “He took a picture of me, look!”
Before he could protest, Wei Ying had shoved the phone in his face. Lan Zhan quickly clenched his eyes shut before he could make out anything other than blurry shapes in a pale tan and black.
“Wei Ying! Don’t go showing that off!” he hissed, quickly slapping the phone away from his face.
“Aiyaa, always so prissy, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying said as he deleted the photo from Su She’s phone before holding it up once more. “See, all gone!”
As soon as that had been settled, Wei Ying’s eyes narrowed as he focused his attention on Su She, who now looked like he wanted to sink into the ground and never return. Which was understandable, if Wei Ying ever looked at him like that Lan Zhan wouldn’t want to leave his bed for at least a month before getting over it.
“Lan Zhan, I can’t really fight in this skirt or else I’d accidentally flash everyone,” Wei Ying murmured, his lips dangerously close to Lan Zhan’s ear. Lan Zhan chose not to point out that the corridor was empty apart from the three of them, and that there weren’t many people for him to flash.
“Will you beat him up for me? Just imagine what could have happened to your poor Wei Ying if he had gotten away with it. That picture could have been everywhere by now.”
Wei Ying pouted as he played with Lan Zhan’s sleeve, resting his head on his shoulder. Meanwhile, Lan Zhan was stuck in a moral dilemma. The corridor was completely void of other people, which meant that nobody seemed to have neither noticed nor cared about the fight.
He knew that Wei Ying wouldn’t tell. And if Su She was stupid enough to do so, Lan Zhan had no doubt that Wei Ying was good enough an actor to get all teary-eyed when he told the principal about how Lan Zhan had just been protecting his honor.
It was quite an easy decision when he thought about it like that.
There was a loud thud as Lan Zhan’s fist collided with Su She’s face, the latter letting out a surprised, pained ‘oof’ as his nose made a loud cracking sound. The punch was hard enough to cause him to lose his balance, Wei Ying jumping in glee next to him as Su She tumbled over, holding his bleeding nose in his hands.
“Amazing, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying exclaimed, dropping Su She’s phone to the floor carelessly as he looped both arms around Lan Zhan’s neck.
This had been going on for long enough. There was only so much teasing that Lan Zhan could take before snapping. His hands came down a little harder than necessary on the backs of Wei Ying’s thighs, lifting him up and wrapping his legs around his waist as he made his way in the opposite direction they had been going.
Wei Ying didn’t protest, his legs tighter around him as he pressed small, open-mouthed kisses against the side of Lan Zhan’s neck. Lan Zhan pretended not to notice Wei Ying flipping a still-bleeding Su She off before they rounded a corner.
Lan Zhan had never before in his life been happier about the fact that he was trusted enough to have access to the keys to the majority of the classrooms on this floor. He shifted Wei Ying into just one of his hands, unlocking the nearest door with the other.
“My gege is so strong,” Wei Ying purred as Lan Zhan kicked the door shut behind them. He didn’t bother turning on the lights before dropping Wei Ying onto the closest desk.
Suddenly they were in the same position they had been in that very morning, Wei Ying sat on a desk, with his legs on either side of Lan Zhan. But this time they wouldn’t be disturbed, and this time Lan Zhan wouldn’t hesitate to take what he wanted.
Wei Ying only laughed, loud and bright, as Lan Zhan’s hands moved in under his skirt, groping at his thighs. His arms looped tighter around Lan Zhan’s neck, bringing him in impossibly closer.
“Does Lan Zhan like what he sees?” Wei Ying purred, biting back a giggle at Lan Zhan’s answering growl.
“Quiet.”
His hands had reached the junction between Wei Ying’s thighs and hip, the only thing covering him being a thin string of lace.
“Wei Ying-!”
Wei Ying didn’t protest as he was pushed down onto his back, propped up on his forearms so that he could still see what Lan Zhan was doing to him.
It was almost too easy to flip Wei Ying’s skirt up, exposing more of his skin, and most importantly, the black lace panties that he was wearing underneath.
“I put them on just for you,” Wei Ying confessed as Lan Zhan’s hands moved back to his inner thighs, grabbing and massaging at them until Wei Ying’s panties were beginning to tent.
“Wei Ying enjoys dressing like a slut for me?” Lan Zhan asked, breathlessly. Wei Ying let out a small yelp as he was pulled down the desk, Lan Zhan’s hips fitting snugly between his spread thighs.
“Yes, I love -ah- when you look at me when I’m being shameless. I’ve wanted you to touch me like this for so long.”
His words made Lan Zhan grab onto his hips harder, holding Wei Ying still as he grinded against him. Wei Ying let out a breathless gasp, both of them already hard.
“Are you going to fuck me, gege~?” Wei Ying whispered, sitting up just enough to press his lips against the shell of Lan Zhan’s ear. Lan Zhan gritted his teeth, quickly unfastening his belt and pulling his underwear down just enough to take out his dick, sliding it against the warmth of Wei Ying’s inner thighs. Wei Ying let out a strangled moan at the sudden, heavy weight between his legs.
“My gege is so big,” Wei Ying praised, arms looping around Lan Zhan’s neck as he started rutting against him. The feeling of sliding his cock against Wei Ying’s soft, plush thighs, which were soon glistening with Lan Zhan’s pre-cum, was better than he could have ever imagined. Occasionally he would rub against the lace panties, giving him more friction and causing Wei Ying to gasp at the same time.
“Let me feel it,” Wei Ying whispered before reaching down to wrap a hand around Lan Zhan’s dick, giving it a tight squeeze and forcing a guttural groan out of him. Lan Zhan didn’t let up, thrusting into Wei Ying’s hand, his tip rubbing against the panties with every thrust.
“It’s so hard and heavy,” Wei Ying mumbled against his shoulder, moving his head so that he could look down at where he was touching him. “I bet your cock would feel so good inside of me~”
Lan Zhan gritted his teeth so hard it made his jaw hurt. Would Wei Ying really dare tease him even when he was in this position? That wouldn’t do.
Wei Ying yelped in surprise as he was thrown onto his back, Lan Zhan manhandling his legs until they were resting on one of his shoulders, thighs pressed together. He grabbed a hold of his own dick with his free hand, resting the head against the very top of Wei Ying’s thighs and pushing in between them with a single, fluid motion. Wei Ying let out a loud, unintended cry at the sudden intrusion.
“Ah, Lan Zhan-” Wei Ying was cut off momentarily as he readjusted their position, Wei Ying’s ass lifting off the desk as Lan Zhan straightened up to his full height. Wei Ying’s hands were grasping onto the desk for dear life, trying to pull himself back, but it was of no use. “It’s too much, slow down!”
“Didn’t Wei Ying just ask me if I wanted to fuck him?” Lan Zhan asked, his voice a lot more stable and collected than Wei Ying’s, who was slowly falling apart beneath him with each thrust against the warm insides of his thighs. “Wei Ying was just begging for my cock, and now it’s too much for him?” Another thrust followed, Wei Ying’s body moving up and down by the force of it.
“I- I never said such a thing!” Wei Ying whined, throwing his head back as Lan Zhan’s dick jabbed the bulge in his panties. “I can’t believe you’re being so mean to me! I’m a virgin, you know!”
That only made Lan Zhan’s grip on him tighten even harder, pushing Wei Ying’s thighs together and angling his hips so that he would brush against his clothed dick with every thrust. Underneath him Wei Ying was growing louder and louder, moaning and gasping and begging at every shift of Lan Zhan’s hips. If someone were to walk by the room now, they would undoubtedly hear him.
Lan Zhan didn’t give any warning before he came with a loud gasp, fingers digging into Wei Ying’s thighs so hard it made the flesh surrounding them go white. Spurts of cum shot out, covering the insides of Wei Ying’s thighs as well as his panties. Lan Zhan’s hips stuttered forward a few more times, milking his cock between Wei Ying’s thighs and making sure that every drop would be covering Wei Ying’s body before slipping out and gently lowering his legs onto the desk.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, please let me come as well,” Wei Ying pleaded, looking up at Lan Zhan through wet eyes and red-bitten lips. Lan Zhan hummed, feeling much more in control now that he had experienced his own release.
“Mm, Wei Ying has been very good for me, so he deserves to feel good as well.”
Lan Zhan covered the bulge in Wei Ying’s panties with one of his hands, pressing down hard and causing Wei Ying to let out a stuttering moan. His thighs fell open again, as if he couldn’t help but spread his legs when Lan Zhan was near. Lan Zhan took it as an invitation, crouching down on his knees and pressing a wet kiss against the inside of Wei Ying’s thigh. It was soft, slightly salty from a mixture of sweat and his own cum, and Lan Zhan gave it a hard bite. Wei Ying’s hips thrust up against his hand, which was still busy palming his dick.
He closed his lips around a sliver of skin, sucking hard and letting his teeth catch on it before releasing, leaving Wei Ying with a bright purple mark on his thigh. It was far down enough that it would be visible even once his skirt sat properly again.
“I’m so close, Lan Zhan- please, please, please let me come!”
Lan Zhan decided to take pity on him, standing back up and pulling Wei Ying’s dick out of his underwear. It was cute, he quickly decided, with the way it curled towards his stomach, the head an angry shade of red, shining with droplets of pre-cum.
It didn’t take many strokes before Wei Ying came with a shout, a mixture of Lan Zhan’s name and jumbled nonsense falling from his lips. Lan Zhan stroked him through it all, his eyes dark as he watched Wei Ying’s entire body tense up from the pleasure. Fuck, he was beautiful.
“T-too much,” Wei Ying whined, slapping Lan Zhan’s hand away from his dick. He slowly moved to sit up, both his arms and his legs shaking violently, a fucked-out limp expression on his face. Lan Zhan cupped it between his hands.
“Wei Ying did so well,” he mumbled. Wei Ying’s eyes lit up at the praise.
“I always want to be good for Lan Zhan,” he said, nuzzling his face against his hands. “You’re so amazing, I want to do this with you every day.”
“Every day,” Lan Zhan repeated, causing Wei Ying to tense up.
“W-well maybe not every day, some days I might need to rest.”
“Every day.” Lan Zhan was persistent, his tone making it clear that it wasn’t something that was up for debate.
“But what if I’m away and we can’t meet?” Wei Ying said, drawing mindless shapes against Lan Zhan’s chest.
“Then Wei Ying will take pictures of himself wearing his skirt and send them to me.”
“Mm, that I can do,” Wei Ying hummed in contentment, letting his eyes fall shut, his smile never leaving his face.
“Every day it is then.”
“I really hadn’t expected something like this from you, Lan Zhan.” The principal was clearly disappointed, a deep frown on his face. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Lan Zhan remained quiet, instead looking over to where Wei Ying was sitting next to him. Wei Ying took a deep breath, closing his eyes. They were shut for only a moment, tears dangerously close to dripping down his cheeks when he opened them.
“Please don’t be upset with Lan Zhan, principal, he was only doing it to protect my honor!” Wei Ying let out a big sob, smearing the tears over his cheek with the back of his hand. “You see, I happened to be wearing something a bit provocative that day, and that Su She guy took a picture of what was under my skirt! Can you believe it?”
Wei Ying took a shuddering breath, tapping his chest as if he was trying to calm himself before continuing.
“If Lan Zhan hadn’t been there he would have gotten away with it too, I’m just a little guy- a little femboy- I can’t protect myself!”
Wei Ying was beginning to slip up, hiding his smile by covering his mouth with his hand, forcing it to shake as if he was truly upset.
“Lan Zhan was so brave, my knight in shining armor, so willing to aid someone as vulnerable and helpless as me! Such a gentleman, protecting my dignity! And he’s so handsome too, such strong arms!”
The look on the principal's face was difficult to describe. He looked more tired than anything, pinching the area between his eyebrows with his fingers when Wei Ying continued his rant, straying away from the topic of their discussion more and more with every word.
That was the last time that Wei Ying was ever invited to be a witness in a dispute.
It was several hours later, after getting back home, that Lan Zhan suddenly remembered the crumpled piece of paper Wei Ying had thrown at him that morning. He quickly fished it up from his bag, carefully opening it, not wanting to damage it in any way. Wei Ying’s familiar, messy handwriting stared up at him.
‘I bet that you’re going to fuck me today. Good luck resisting these thighs ;P’