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Wei Ying glances down the bar, catching eyes with a cute curvy woman with a truly spectacular pair of tits. He's not even a breast man but, respect. He grins and lifts his shotglass at her in an air toast before downing it and tilting his head towards the dance floor in invitation.
She grins back and downs the rest of her own drink before sauntering to meet him on the dance floor. He loves dancing when he's out on the prowl. It's the best way to flirt in a loud bar and this woman can really move. They grind through the rest of the DJ's set before heading back to the bar.
He flags down a bartender, orders a water and a beer, then glances at her for her order.
"Same," she says to the bartender. Her voice is smooth, low. Sexy. She turns toward Wei Ying, leaning against the bar, and says, "Anna. You?"
He leans in close to be heard. "Wei Ying. Are you here with friends tonight, or?"
"Sorta. I came with some friends but at some point several drinks ago, we became more interested in pulling than in hanging out with each other."
Wei Ying brightens. Music to his ears. He grins. "Yeah? Found any likely prospects?" he teases.
She cocks her head at him, mouth pulled like she’s doing her best not to find his bullshit entertaining. "I dunno, this one guy seems intent on ruining his chances."
He slaps a hand to his chest and mimes falling back as if stabbed. “So cruel. Luckily, I’m into that.” He winks, deliberately obnoxious.
She takes a long drink of her beer and says, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
--
Anna pushes him back against the wall of her apartment with a thump. Excellent. He loves when girls aren’t afraid to push him around a little.
He slumps, sliding his back down the wall to be more on a level with her as they kiss. He cocks his knees outward so she can fit in between them, but it's not long before she pulls back and orders, "Bed."
They disengage to walk over, separately taking care of their own clothes on the way. That bra looks halfway to a corset— he’s glad she doesn’t expect him to attempt removing it.
Then they fall into bed together, and Anna starts making her way down his chest, stopping before she reaches his hard dick. She looks up and says “I'm thinking I'll blow you first, and then you’re gonna eat me out, and maybe we can fuck after if you do a good enough job.”
Wei Ying is very on board with that plan. He nods rapidly, like his chance might disappear if he doesn’t agree immediately.
She starts slowly, mouthing the head of his cock and bringing him to full hardness while getting him sloppy with saliva and precome.
She attempts to deepthroat him but gags a bit, so she pulls back and uses just her hand while she catches her breath. Sucks two fingers from her other hand into her mouth, like she can’t stand to let her mouth be empty.
Except when she goes back to take his dick in her mouth, she brings her wet fingers back to circle— behind—
"Haaoh," Wei Ying says, very intelligently. His foot kicks out a bit. A twitch rolls through his torso.
She glances up at his face, then pulls back to ask, "Yeah?"
What the hell. He's always been a bit curious, and she seems to know what she's doing. Wei Ying waves his hands in a gesture of permission and says, "I entrust myself to your expert care."
She rolls her eyes a bit, but goes back to sucking his dick, so he's got no complaints. Then she pushes her finger into him in one swift motion.
His entire world narrows down to that spot inside him. He bucks down onto her finger, completely dislodging his dick from her mouth in the process.
He barely even notices the loss. He's too consumed with the feeling inside him, coiling tighter and tighter as he rides her finger.
Sweat breaks out all over his chest, in his pits, the back of his knees. He's flushed everywhere.
His vision is black around the edges. Is he breathing? Wei Ying sucks in a huge gasp, and the rush of oxygen to his brain sets off what feels like a cascade of fireworks down his body.
Wei Ying bows upward, shooting jizz all up his torso, convulsing and shivering in overstimulation until Anna withdraws her finger.
Wei Ying stares up at the ceiling, gasping like a beached fish. That was… new. Sparks are still traveling through his body, fizzing and popping like he's carbonated inside.
Anna's finger is gone but he can still feel where it was, can feel the emptiness every time he clenches involuntarily in his twitchy aftershocks.
Anna is still lying between his legs. She hasn't said a word.
He drags himself up to his elbows to look at her. She'd been staring at her hands, looking a bit shocked, but recovers quickly with a smirk when she notices him looking. "Enjoy yourself?"
He tries not to be embarrassed by her shocked expression. If only she could've rolled right past it like, "Yep, just another day in barely brushing against a man's prostate and having his soul come out of his dick," then he could have pretended it was all normal too.
Although of course this can't be normal, or every man would be trying to get fucked all the time.
He pants a little bit before responding, "What the hell. I think you broke me. Is it supposed to happen like that? I feel like I should've known my body could do that!"
"I do love showing that to men who haven't tried it," she chuckles, still just a beat too late to be natural.
He flops back down on the bed and says, "Well, I'm not sure what you had in mind but I'm feeling like a wet rag right now. How do you feel about riding my face?"
"With pleasure," she responds, crawling back up his body.
—
They don't end up having sex after he gets her off. She looks down at him afterward in appraisal, and says, "Yeah, you're done."
"I'm sorry, I'm not usually this useless, I swear," Wei Ying says.
She shrugs, drawing his eyes back to her tits, which are still incredible. Shame he ruined his chance to play with them. "S'ok. Kind of flattering."
She yawns. "But if we're not going for another round, I think I'm ready to crash. You can show yourself out?"
And that is definitely his cue to leave. He rolls out of the bed, saying, "Yeah, of course, let me just— bathroom?"
She points him to it, where he does his best to mop up the mess of come and sweat all over him.
On his way back to the bedroom he pauses to pick up his trail of clothes, digging out his phone from his pocket to order a cab before he gets dressed. Anna's apartment isn't actually that far from his own, but he still doesn't quite trust his legs.
He pulls on his pants and turns back to Anna, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "I feel like I should thank you? That was… enlightening, to say the least!"
She finishes pulling on her sleep shirt and says, dryly, "You're welcome. Have fun with all that, by the way." She gestures vaguely at his midsection. "I'm a little jealous. It looks… intense."
Wei Ying huffs out a laugh and buries his face in his hand. "That's one way to put it."
He doesn't ask for her number. He's played the one night stand game enough to know when someone isn't interested in repeats. He can't really blame her.
Plus, he's not so sure he wants to look her in the eye again after tonight anyway.
His phone beeps to alert him that his car is 3 minutes away, so he says goodbye and wobbles out to meet it.
—
Lan Zhan wakes up and finds a text from Wei Ying that had come in at 1:32 am. "SOS pls make reservation at that bougie place you like for 11 tmrw. I am in CRISIS.”
Lan Zhan does not bother to speculate on the nature of Wei Ying's crisis. Given the timing, Wei Ying had surely been drunk, and brunch means a non-emergency. Beyond that, Lan Zhan could never predict where Wei Ying's focus would land and what he would deem a "crisis."
He makes a reservation and turns his mind to more productive things. He will find out when he sees Wei Ying.
—
Wei Ying is not even late to arrive at the cafe. He collapses into the seat across from Lan Zhan before the drinks Lan Zhan had ordered for them had even arrived.
He's freshly showered, with his wet hair piled in a messy bun on top of his head. His mouth looks redder than usual. His deft hands drum out a nervous beat on the table.
Lan Zhan waits for Wei Ying to begin. He usually does. And sure enough, Wei Ying bursts out, "Lan Zhan! Did you know about the prostate? You must know, you're gay! How come you didn't tell me? What have I done to you that you would keep this information from me?"
From above, a detached part of him is amused. Good thing I didn't waste any time trying to predict it. The rest of him is instantly on high alert. This will be a dangerous conversation for Lan Zhan, he can tell.
"Wei Ying. Good morning. I assumed you had the same sex education as I had, and thus did not need to be informed of the existence of the prostate."
"Not the existence, Lan Zhan, of course I knew they existed! I mean that it's…" Wei Ying trails off, looking at Lan Zhan imploringly. "Like that."
Lan Zhan does not break eye contact as the waiter comes to deliver his tea and Wei Ying's coffee, murmuring a "Thank you" without glancing up. He wraps both hands around his mug and brings it up to his face, inhaling the steam as he stares at Wei Ying. "Like what?" he asks, taking a sip.
Wei Ying sputters. "L-like a magical orgasm button! You know!"
Lan Zhan sets his mug down with a deliberate click. In a carefully level tone, Lan Zhan says "No, I do not know the prostate to be a 'magical orgasm button.'"
Wei Ying visibly deflates a little. Lan Zhan contemplates his next words. They may not be wise. But he can't resist.
"But I know some bottoms do." Lan Zhan says.
Wei Ying chokes on his coffee. "Lan Zhan! I'm not— that."
Wei Ying must mistake his dubious face for anger and waves his hands placatingly. "Not that bottoming is shameful, or anything! In fact, now that I know, it kinda feels like the main selling point for being gay, right? Just lay back and come your brains out. How are there even tops when you all know about this!?"
Lan Zhan clenches one hand on his knee where it's out of sight under the table. There are so many things to react to in that sentence. He's not sure where to start.
He wonders how Wei Ying would feel to know that tops are, in fact, in high demand in their city. It's true, but probably not helpful in their conversation right now.
"Wei Ying, I find the main selling point for being gay is attraction to men."
"Touché. But I'm attracted to women! Are women even gonna want to do that to me? I mean, none have before…"
"Wei Ying. You can find a woman who will be willing to fuck you. Did you not find one last night?" Lan Zhan asks. He feels a bit sick with envy. There's a woman out there who got to open Wei Ying up, got to overwhelm him with pleasure. Got to see the shock on his face when she touched him just right.
"Oh, trust me, she is NOT interested. It's hard to acquit yourself well when you're too wrung out to move. Kicked me out before my legs stopped wobbling! And she didn't even fuck me, it was literally one finger!"
Lan Zhan stamps down the vicious surge of satisfaction he feels at knowing that this woman is already gone.
He doesn't bother stamping down the fantasies of a Wei Ying too wrung out to move. There's no such thing as a thought crime, he reminds himself.
"You found one, you will find another," Lan Zhan says.
"Even if that's all we do? Who's only going to want to do me and not the other way around?"
Lan Zhan begs the heavens for patience. Sometimes it feels like Wei Ying was designed in a factory with the express purpose of setting Lan Zhan's insides to seething. "Someone touched your prostate with one finger, once, and it was so good you only want to be fucked from now on?"
"Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying whines. "You can't say it like that!"
This feels like one of those weird dreams where everything seems normal at first, but every detail is nonsense. It is 11 on a Saturday morning, and they are sitting outside in the shade at a busy cafe. Wei Ying is sitting in front of Lan Zhan, whining about needing to be fucked. Wei Ying knows Lan Zhan fucks men. Wei Ying does not want Lan Zhan to fuck him.
Lan Zhan holds all these facts up in his mind, breathes around them.
He pinches the bridge of his nose. "What exactly happened?"
"What do you mean what happened? She put a finger up there, I came basically instantly, the end."
"And it was… better?" Lan Zhan presses.
"Yes! That's my whole point! It was miles better. It was like, instead of my dick coming, my whole body was," Wei Ying says, with a faraway look in his eyes.
He’s imagining it. Lan Zhan wonders if the memory is turning him on.
He refocuses on Lan Zhan, slapping his forearms down on the table. "I can't go back, Lan Zhan! What am I gonna do?" He crosses his forearms and thumps his head down on them. "Fix iiitt."
Lan Zhan reminds himself that Wei Ying is not interested in any of the many, many solutions he could provide. "How do you propose I solve it?"
"If I knew, I could do it myself, Lan Zhan. What should I do?"
"I cannot help you with straight courtship. Perhaps Tinder?" Lan Zhan suggests. Wei Ying would squirm so prettily on his dick.
The waiter arrives to take their order. When he leaves, Wei Ying starts a new subject, as if the previous one had been a casual question, easily raised and just as easily dispensed with.
Wei Ying chatters along without needing any input from Lan Zhan, seemingly determined to not let a moment of silence into their meal. Lan Zhan is grateful to not have to talk, but he desperately wants to guide the conversation back to how much Wei Ying wants to be fucked.
Lan Zhan must have pushed too hard and made Wei Ying not want to share anymore. He knows he can be intense, especially when something is important to him, especially when it's Wei Ying.
He doesn't know how to bring it back up without seeming even more intense. He lets it go.
—
Wei Ying stares down at a blank tinder profile. He's never liked the idea. He prefers in person. In person is where you really find out if you're compatible. And it always seemed so exhausting to have so many steps before you even got to the in person part.
But Lan Zhan is right. He has a specific need, and if he wants to find the women who are interested, he needs to advertise.
He swipes through photos of himself. Does he need to include a shot of his ass? Are the women who will… fuck it interested in that? Wei Ying closes the app, overwhelmed.
He feels like he's moving too fast all of the sudden. Like putting it out on Tinder will be some irrevocable step that he can't take back.
What if last night was a fluke? He would be leading on the women of Tinder who want to peg him!
Maybe none of this is necessary at all. He's going about this wrong. He needs to experiment on his own first.
Wei Ying doesn't actually have any lube. He imagines standing in front of the clerk's knowing smirk, holding nothing but a bottle of lube. Maybe… he doesn't need lube? Anna hadn't used any. He dithers, half caught between wanting to go out and get proper supplies and half ready to just get this over with.
In the end, he realizes he has a pack of lubricated condoms. Convenience wins out, and he figures this means he doesn't have to worry about getting his finger dirty.
He gets comfortable on his bed and tears open a packet, rolling one over his middle finger.
Condoms were always at best a necessary evil. He's never paid so much attention to the slickness on the outside, the viscosity. How it might feel, easing the way.
He feels oddly nervous. He's not sure what he wants to happen. Either he confirms that he's been ruined for regular vanilla sex, or he fails to recreate anything like the mind blowing experience he'd had last night.
Put like that, he guesses it's not that odd to be nervous.
He reaches down through his legs and tentatively rubs his finger against the outside. It feels weird. Kind of cold.
He pushes the tip of his finger in. His arm is resting against his dick, which is still soft.
He just feels awkward and silly so far. He guesses this part is just the price he has to pay to get to his prostate.
Maybe Lan Zhan has some tricks for making this part better.
Wei Ying knows Lan Zhan hooks up, like, a lot. More than Wei Ying. Wei Ying had asked for his secret once and Lan Zhan had replied, deadpan, "Men are easy."
Lan Zhan doesn’t really talk about his hookups, but Wei Ying's seen enough texts come through on Lan Zhan's phone begging for a second round to have an idea. They clearly enjoy themselves. Lan Zhan makes it good for them.
If tonight goes well, he’ll have to ask Lan Zhan how to make this part better.
He drags his now fully hard dick along his forearm, pushing back onto his finger in the process.
He's assaulted by dual sensations everywhere. He can feel the pressure from his finger against his rim as well as the heat and suction of his insides on his finger, even through the condom. The comforting pressure of his arm on his cock and the hot brand of it along his arm.
His finger slips more fully inside. He had seen the phrase "toward the belly not the back" during his frantic googling, so he tentatively curls his finger upward, searching.
It’s kind of straining his wrist to be in this position, but he’s so close. When he finally hits his prostate and presses, it pushes a fat gob of come straight out of his dick.
It feels as good as any orgasm he's ever had, except he didn't even come. He's still hard. He presses harder on his prostate, rubbing, and that’s it. He curls in on himself like a roly poly and wails as he starts coming.
It's too much. He keeps losing control of his body, finger slipping away from the prostate because he's too busy coming to focus on his hands. It leads to a torturously drawn out orgasm, Wei Ying trying to focus on his prostate and failing.
He can't remember the last time he got this messy without another person involved. There are tears and snot drying on his face, come all up his stomach and arm, leaking onto the bed, sweat everywhere, traces of lube still around his asshole.
He barely manages to toss the condom into his bedside trash before he drops straight into sleep. He doesn’t even manage to roll out of the wet spot first.
—
Ok. So. Not a fluke.
But he still squirms at the idea of finding a woman on tinder to take care of him. Does Wei Ying want to share that needy and desperate part of himself with a stranger?
—
Lan Zhan stares at his text thread with Wei Ying. It would be normal to express curiosity. Wei Ying is in crisis, after all. Lan Zhan should check up on him. In fact it would be weird not to check on him.
He sighs, goes to swipe away from his messages, when three dots appear below Wei Ying's name. He freezes, as if by moving he'll let Wei Ying know that he's here. Watching.
The dots go away. Come back. Wei Ying types for a long time. Lan Zhan waits with bated breath for a wall of text but, instead, his phone rings. It's Wei Ying.
When Lan Zhan answers, Wei Ying says, "Lan Zhan! Fancy a shopping trip?"
—
Lan Zhan pulls up to Wei Ying's apartment, and moments later Wei Ying bounds out the door and over to his car. The drive between their homes is only three minutes, a fact Lan Zhan usually appreciates.
Today he would have liked a little more time to come to terms with the fact that Wei Ying wants them to go to a sex shop together.
Admittedly, Wei Ying had called 30 minutes ago, but Lan Zhan spent the first 20 of those minutes getting off in the shower as a precautionary measure.
He needs a clear head for this or he may well snap and bend Wei Ying over in public.
He's taking Wei Ying to an explicitly LGBTQ+ friendly store, and knows it will look like the two of them are together. Lan Zhan has many feelings about this, and no time to process them because Wei Ying is buckling himself into the passenger seat.
"Thanks for the ride, Lan Zhan! And for agreeing to be my guide in all things anal toy related!" He grins cheekily, like he's daring Lan Zhan to get annoyed.
Lan Zhan sighs and pulls into traffic.
—
This was such a bad idea. Why did Lan Zhan think he could handle Wei Ying in a room full of sex toys? Wei Ying’s eyes are bright. His cheeks are flushed. Lan Zhan wants to slap them a bit, feel their heat. Make Wei Ying redder.
Wei Ying’s playacting as the wide eyed ingénue as they stand in front of the shelf marked for prostate play, but Lan Zhan can tell he's covering up real nerves.
There are a LOT of toys on display. Some surprised even Lan Zhan. Wei Ying bats his eyelashes at Lan Zhan and coyly asks for his expert advice.
"The good ones are so expensive, Lan Zhan! And I have no idea what I like! I can't afford to buy a bunch."
Lan Zhan fights down the urge to buy every toy on the shelf.
Instead, he asks, "What are you looking for in a toy? What need are you fulfilling? You say you have no idea, but you know what you like better than anyone." Lan Zhan privately doubts this is true. There are many things Lan Zhan knows Wei Ying would like. He still wants to hear what Wei Ying will say.
"Aha, I guess that's true? Ok, well, at the end I didn't like that I still had to be in control, I guess? I kept slipping because I could barely think and wanted to just ride it out."
Lan Zhan digs his fingernails into his palm. Wei Ying is not asking you to take control. "Hm. So maybe something hands free then."
"Oh yeah, it also kind of hurt my wrist, so that would solve that! There also… is there a way to make the beginning better? The part where you… prepare? It felt so clinical and unsexy, I dunno. I thought you must know how to make that part good."
"Did you?"
"I mean of course! I've seen all those begging texts, you must be doing something right!"
"Wei Ying. You saw one text."
Wei Ying shrugs, says, "Ok, sure. But you are good at that part, right? That one guy seemed pretty desperate."
Lan Zhan is good at that part. Very good. He hums noncommittally.
Wei Ying's face is flushed. Lan Zhan idly wonders how far down his body it goes. Wonders if Wei Ying's aroused. If Lan Zhan could smell it if he went down to his knees and leaned in.
Wonders how much more sexually charged this conversation is going to get before one of them acknowledges it.
Wei Ying shrugs again, casual. "So yeah, what do you do? To make it good?"
Lan Zhan can't do this. He pins Wei Ying in his gaze. "You want to know how I finger men open and make them like it?"
Wei Ying swallows. "Yes.”
"It helps to have someone else opening you up." Lan Zhan says, watching Wei Ying carefully. Watching his breathing speed up. “There are many things you can’t do to yourself.”
Wei Ying's face falls. "I told you on the phone, Lan Zhan! I don't think I'm ready to let some strange woman see me like this. That's why we're shopping for a toy!"
Lan Zhan growls in frustration. "It does not need to be a woman, Wei Ying."
His eyes snap to Lan Zhan's, wide with shock. "I…"
"Will you let me show you?" Lan Zhan asks.
—
Lan Zhan pushes him against the wall and attacks his mouth. Wei Ying still feels like he’s five steps behind. Everything’s moving so fast. He didn’t even know this would include kissing.
But he’s learning he doesn’t just like it when women push him around. And when Lan Zhan does it… he’s got the power and bulk to back it up. Lan Zhan could quite literally throw him. Wei Ying shivers, clutching at Lan Zhan’s shoulders, suddenly aware of the strength they contain.
Wei Ying’s heart is rabbiting in his chest. He would call it fear if he was capable of being afraid of Lan Zhan.
Lan Zhan’s mouth moves down to his neck, and he feels like he should ask if this is part of it, except for some reason he’s having trouble forming words.
Then Lan Zhan stretches out the collar of his t-shirt and bites— bites! At his collar bone.
Wei Ying slaps at Lan Zhan’s shoulder. “Aiya! Beast! Who raised you? And you’re ruining this shirt, at least let me take it off.”
Lan Zhan licks over the spot he had bitten as if in apology before he pulls back and pushes his hands under the hem of Wei Ying’s shirt.
“Up,” he prompts, and Wei Ying lifts his hands so Lan Zhan can shuck his shirt off and toss it carelessly to the ground.
It's the first time he’s seen Lan Zhan be even a little bit messy. He kind of loves being the reason why.
Wei Ying pulls him back in for another kiss, and Lan Zhan moves forward easily, grabbing Wei Ying and bringing their lower halves flush.
Wei Ying feels Lan Zhan's hot thick length grind up against him, and Wei Ying can't quite believe that's for him, that Lan Zhan desires him enough to be that hard already. It unlocks something feral in Wei Ying. He wants to drive Lan Zhan crazy.
Lan Zhan shifts to rub more directly on Wey Ying's dick and fuck, when did Wei Ying get so hard? He feels like he has a steel bar in his pants. His face flushes, and, hysterical, he realizes that he may come in his pants before they even get anywhere near his prostate.
Wei Ying pulls out of the kiss by wrenching his head to the side, and asks, "Should we move this to the bed? I don't want this to be over before it starts.”
"It would not be over," Lan Zhan says. He hasn't stopped grinding their hips together, slow and hard. "I could coax the first one out of you right here, so you'd be extra sensitive by the time I take you to bed. So you would have the stamina for me to keep you on the edge longer when I am inside you."
Wei Ying chokes on air and saliva, and, mortifyingly, comes in his pants.
He collapses forward onto Lan Zhan’s chest, rolling his heated forehead back and forth against the comforting solidity of Lan Zhan’s pecs. He laughs weakly. "I guess we're doing that then!"
Lan Zhan hums, moves his hands under Wei Ying's thighs and hoists him up. Wei Ying squawks in surprise, but wraps his arms around Lan Zhan's neck and holds on as Lan Zhan confidently strides through his apartment. Like he carries men through it all the time.
Wei Ying thinks of that text that had come through while Lan Zhan was showing him a video of his bunnies, "Can we meet up again? Please, I'd make it so good for you. I'd let you do anything."
In that moment, the text had been more comical than anything. Wei Ying had laughed until he got hiccups.
He'd poked at it like a bruise after, always asking if Lan Zhan had broken the hearts of all the gay men in the city yet. He had been so gleeful at this tidbit of information when it was theoretical.
Now Wei Ying was about to experience it for himself. Dry humping Lan Zhan in the hallway was already disturbingly high in his all time hookup rankings, and had seemed like no more than an aperitif for Lan Zhan. Was Wei Ying in over his head? What was tonight gonna do to him?
Lan Zhan literally kicks open the door to his room, and Wei Ying can't help but laugh. "Do you become a caveman during sex, Lan Zhan? You could've put me down, we're like two feet from the bed."
Lan Zhan drops him on the bed and says, "pants," while he remains standing and begins to undress.
"You do become a caveman!" Wei Ying crows as he wiggles out of his pants. "Think you can string two words together with all that blood in your dick?" and then he makes the mistake of looking down at Lan Zhan's dick, which is now fully out.
That's… going inside him. When he had agreed to this, he had kind of blithely assumed that Lan Zhan would finger him and that would be it.
Maybe Wei Ying could jerk Lan Zhan off as payback. Or like, blow him if Lan Zhan preferred that. Or he would've been happy to do intercrural if that was what Lan Zhan was into.
Point was, Wei Ying wasn't planning to be selfish, but there had been a line he thought he hadn't wanted to cross, and he knew Lan Zhan would respect that.
Now, selfishly, he wants Lan Zhan's dick inside him. He wants Lan Zhan to find the perfect angle, hold him down, and pound that dick into his prostate until Wei Ying can't even think.
"Lan Zhan… I think I'm bi?" Wei Ying says.
Lan Zhan smirks at him. It's devastating. "The way you came in your pants from a little kissing and dirty talk did seem… indicative."
Wei Ying wails and covers his face with his arms. "You have to be kind to me on the day of my coming out, Lan Zhan! That's a rule, I'm pretty sure."
Lan Zhan crawls over him and peels Wei Ying's arms apart before dropping down, aligning their naked bodies for the first time. Lan Zhan was right, Wei Ying is more sensitive. He loves feeling Lan Zhan's solid weight on top of him, all that glorious, smooth, hot skin touching him everywhere.
Lan Zhan kisses Wei Ying's forehead fondly. "Wei Ying. Thank you for telling me. I'm glad I could help you learn more about yourself."
"Noooo, too nice! Too nice! That's not allowed either!"
"Mn. Perhaps there is a better use for my mouth," he says, and rolls off Wei Ying to rummage through his bedside drawer.
Wei Ying giggles, "That was maybe the cheesiest thing I've ever heard you say, Lan Zhan."
Lan Zhan turns back to him with a bottle of lube and a packet of baby wipes, dropping them next to Wei Ying's hip as he grabs Wei Ying's boxers. He has to peel them off Wei Ying's dick, gluey with his spend.
He's so glad this is with Lan Zhan. Even the embarrassing parts are just kinda warmly funny, like they're already laughing about this story 10 years down the line, long after the embarrassment has faded.
Lan Zhan uses a baby wipe to carefully clean up Wei Ying's dick. It should feel clinical and unsexy, but the action is so full of intimacy and care that Wei Ying just feels adored. He wants to throw his arms around Lan Zhan, burrow into his chest, and never leave.
Then Lan Zhan grabs one thigh and pins it up to his stomach. He pauses, staring down at Wei Ying's hole where it's spread open. Wei Ying squirms under the attention, dick waking back up as he remembers the next step.
Lan Zhan leans down and presses a kiss to Wei Ying's balls. Wei Ying flinches at the unexpected intimacy. Then Lan Zhan opens his mouth and licks over Wei Ying's hole.
Lan Zhan brings his other hand up to hold Wei Ying’s left leg down to the bed, so that Wei Ying is pinned open underneath Lan Zhan, helpless to the assault of his mouth.
Wei Ying wants to push into it, or away, he isn’t sure. It's almost too delicate, a ticklish tease against a part of himself he would’ve sworn was not that sensitive. Lan Zhan’s tongue is soft and wet, more gentle than he had been when he was kissing Wei Ying, but insistent.
Wei Ying is glad he took an extra-thorough shower this morning, in anticipation of being too excited to wait to try out whatever new toy Lan Zhan picked for him. How long ago that shower seems now.
Lan Zhan seems in no hurry, like rimming Wei Ying is his favorite thing and he wants to take his time, savor it.
It's so much, it’s overwhelming, it's driving him out of his skull. His dick is leaking all over his belly, completely ignored.
He reaches down to grab his dick, but Lan Zhan pulls back to bat his hand away before pinning him down again. Lan Zhan says nothing, but he looks up at Wei Ying and furrows his brow in displeasure.
Wei Ying takes the hint and returns his hands to the bed, propping himself on his elbows so he can watch Lan Zhan at work. Lan Zhan has folded himself into child's pose to fit between Wei Ying's legs on the bed. It hides most of his body from view, but Wei Ying can still see the knobs of his spine, trailing down the center of his broad, muscled back.
Once Lan Zhan is sure Wei Ying won't touch himself, he dives back into eating Wei Ying out.
“You’re so smart, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying says. “I would’ve come again. I can’t be trusted to control my hands. You should tie them up next time.”
Lan Zhan growls and Wei Ying can feel it. He writhes under the sensation, not quite hard enough to pull away from Lan Zhan’s mouth.
Wei Ying babbles, “Lan Zhan please, I’m ready. I like it. You made me like it, now please—“
Lan Zhan doesn’t move his mouth, but he does release Wei Ying’s hip to bring his fingers up and hook one thumb into his entrance. He pulls, forcing the rim open, and spits. It feels filthy.
Then he leans back on his heels, leaving Wei Ying speared open on the tip of his thumb. Nowhere near his prostate. Just. Stretching him open.
"Have to keep you occupied while I get the lube," Lan Zhan says, almost to himself. "know that you're not ready to be empty."
Wei Ying moans in shocked arousal. What happened to cave man Lan Zhan, incapable of stringing together two words?
Wei Ying laughs, "You make me sound so needy," and rocks down onto Lan Zhan's thumb like the hypocrite he is, trying to do anything to speed this along. It slides in another centimeter, dragging roughly against his inner walls, and the burn of it sets off sparks all through his gut.
But Lan Zhan pulls his thumb back out to where it had been, forcing Wei Ying to focus on nothing but that sensation of being opened up, with none of the relief or distraction of being penetrated. He asks, "Are you not?"
"Noo, don't tease, you're right, you're always right—" Wei Ying babbles.
Lan Zhan uncaps the lube and spreads it on two fingers, finally bringing them to replace his thumb. He slides both in at once, stopping just short of his prostate.
"Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying whines. "What're you— why're you—"
"Do you want to come now, or on my dick?"
Wei Ying writhes and wails, "Lan Zhan! You can't ask me that right now! Yes!" He feels like his insides are turning liquid, like the only hard point in his whole body is Lan Zhan's two fingers, still doing nothing but hold him open.
Lan Zhan's face is a picture of intensity. Wei Ying has had Lan Zhan's full attention before, but right now it feels like a physical weight, blanketing his skin. He says, "Yes?"
Wei Ying can hardly remember what he's agreeing to. But he knows Lan Zhan will take care of him.
"Yes!"
Lan Zhan leans forward to take the head of Wei Ying's dick into his mouth, and then finally thrusts his two fingers against Wei Ying's prostate, rubbing in hard circles.
Wei Ying bows upward immediately, caught between Lan Zhan's mouth and his fingers. His world narrows to a bright spot in his belly, a knot of pure pleasure overtaking every other thought and sensation.
His balls are drawn up so tight, heavy with the come he's making for Lan Zhan.
His hands fly to Lan Zhan's head, not trying to control Lan Zhan's movements, just needing to feel more of him.
Lan Zhan hums in pleasure when Wei Ying's hands land on his head, and Wei Ying shudders, involuntarily clutches at his hair, then convulsively releases his hands and starts petting at it.
The only reason he's lasted longer than 30 seconds is the orgasm in the hallway, and even with that he's already clinging onto control by his fingernails. He doesn't want this to end.
Then Lan Zhan pulls his fingers out.
Before Wei Ying can complain, Lan Zhan pushes back in with three fingers. He had not bothered to add more lube.
The stretch might register as pain in some other lifetime, but right now Wei Ying is insensate to anything but pleasure. Instead, it’s like the total hedonic value his body is capable of processing has been pushed that much higher by the note of pain.
Wei Ying keens and thrashes as he spills into Lan Zhan’s mouth. Lan Zhan is relentless, working Wei Ying through his orgasm like he’s ravenous for every drop.
The thought of Wei Ying's come filling Lan Zhan’s mouth, throat, stomach, has Wei Ying shuddering through one final release before he has to push weakly against Lan Zhan’s head.
Lan Zhan straightens back up, wipes his mouth with the back of his clean hand, hoists Wei Ying’s hips onto his thighs, and plunges his dick into Wei Ying.
It hurts. Wei Ying is hypersensitive, barely seconds off an earth shattering orgasm. The drag against his prostate feels like touching a live wire. Plus, Lan Zhan had been apparently too impatient to bother with more lube after the first two fingers.
Lan Zhan collapses over Wei Ying, shivering. Wei Ying smooths a hand down Lan Zhan's back, feeling the muscles twitch under his palms.
"Sorry," Lan Zhan mumbles. "meant to go slow."
Wei Ying can't help but clench down when he hears that, and then rocking a little bit when clenching feels so good.
It's feeling better with every second, actually. Lan Zhan gets with the program and starts fucking in-in-in, chasing Wei Ying’s hips when they rock back and teasing out a hurt pleasure with every thrust. Wei Ying never even went fully soft and he's back on his way to hard again.
“I’ve only had one finger up there before today, and you bully me like this? It’s too much, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying says, as if he’s not the one who started moving first.
He feels Lan Zhan get harder at his words. Feels the glide get smoother inside him.
“I don’t think you meant to go slow at all, you sneak! I think you liked forcing me open, stretching me with your dick where I was still so tight,” Wei Ying coos into Lan Zhan’s ear.
He knows he’s goading Lan Zhan on, and his belly drops out with a rush of excitement, wondering how Lan Zhan will react.
Lan Zhan makes a noise that might be agreement and starts sucking on the bite mark at Wei Ying's collarbone. Wei Ying hisses, arches into it. It slots them into a perfect position, every one of Lan Zhan's thrusts perfectly setting him alight.
Wei Ying scrabbles at Lan Zhan's sweat slicked back, grabbing on and using his grip as leverage to push back and meet Lan Zhan’s thrusts, moaning.
Lan Zhan rears back, breaking Wei Ying’s hold. Wei Ying has never seen him like this. His eyes are wild as they stare down at the hickey he left on Wei Ying. His lips look bruised, practically purple.
His hair is messier than Wei Ying has ever seen it, all mussed. Locks of it are sticking to his neck and lips.
Wei Ying likes it. He wants Lan Zhan to look as transformed by this as Wei Ying feels.
Lan Zhan grabs Wei Ying’s hips and starts fucking him in earnest. Lan Zhan knocks a gasp out of Wei Ying every time he bottoms out, like Wei Ying’s body isn’t big enough for both breath and Lan Zhan’s dick.
Wei Ying grabs Lan Zhan behind his knees, the only part of Lan Zhan he can reach right now.
He’s so close, but he suddenly needs to feel Lan Zhan come inside him. He wishes he could wrap himself entirely around Lan Zhan and feel all the tiny hidden reactions of Lan Zhan’s body as Wei Ying makes him unravel.
They hadn’t even discussed condoms, but Wei Ying is fiercely glad there’s no barrier between them. They’ll both be full up with each other’s come, claimed.
“Lan Zhan—“ he gasps. “I’m so close, I need— I want to feel you, first.”
Lan Zhan closes his eyes, tips his head back and starts hammering into Wei Ying. Lan Zhan’s dick feels huge and hot as it rams into him. Wei Ying recognizes that telltale hardness from right before his own orgasms. Lan Zhan is about to lose it inside Wei Ying.
The pace is driving Wei Ying relentlessly to the edge, so he starts clenching wildly, trying to bring Lan Zhan with him.
Lan Zhan makes a soft, low noise, barely even audible, and starts to come. Wei Ying can feel it, a hot rush inside him. He didn’t expect to be able to feel it so clearly.
He frantically humps back on Lan Zhan’s dick as he grabs for his own and jerks it once, twice before joining Lan Zhan in free fall.
Lan Zhan slumps down on top of Wei Ying, straightening out his own legs so Wei Ying is no longer in his lap. He’s still inside Wei Ying, and when Wei Ying experimentally tightens down on Lan Zhan’s cock, he feels it kick, sending out another little hot burst inside him.
He can feel Lan Zhan’s heartbeat hammering against his own, gradually calming down.
Wei Ying sucks in a big breath, lets it out slowly. He tries to imagine having sex with a woman after this. Or even another man. Anyone but Lan Zhan, really.
There’s an obvious conclusion to be made, but he’s less certain what to do about it.
He’s in love with Lan Zhan.
Maybe Lan Zhan is like this in bed with all the boys, but how many of them got to name one of Lan Zhan’s rabbits? How many of them are listed as exceptions to “do not disturb” mode on Lan Zhan’s phone?
Surely Lan Zhan cares for him. He makes time for Wei Ying. He chooses to socialize with Wei Ying more than anyone else in his life.
Wei Ying doesn’t want to lose what they have. But he really doesn’t want to lose out on what it could be if he chooses to be brave.
Wei Ying hides his face in Lan Zhan’s neck. “So it turns out I’m bi, and obsessed with you, and I want to do that everyday.”
Lan Zhan’s arms wrap around Wei Ying and tighten. “Am also obsessed with you. Want to do that everyday.”
Wei Ying can’t help but grin. “Well that’s convenient!” he says as he pulls Lan Zhan’s face up so he can kiss him.