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"Please, can I? Please, Lan Zhan?"
Wei Ying looks so pitiful, moaning with his head tilted back and his hands wrapped firmly around his dick.
“Not yet,” Lan Zhan’s voice is gentle, but there’s no mistaking that this is an order. “Give me one more.”
“I can’t… please…”
There are tears running down his cheeks and he’s so beautiful, Lan Zhan wants to give in. But he must do what’s best for Wei Ying.
“You agreed to get to twenty. One more edge. You can do it.”
“Fuck, I’m… I’m close, I can’t,” Wei Ying whimpers and, biting his lower lip, he takes his hands away.
“Good boy.” Lan Zhan kisses his forehead, combs the hair stuck to his face away with his fingers. “So good for me. Breathe.”
“I’m going to die,” Wei Ying whimpers, pressing his face against Lan Zhan’s hand. “Gēge, please, I’ll die of blue balls.”
“Wei Ying won’t die,” Lan Zhan croons in his ear. When they kiss, it’s slow and deep. Then, Lan Zhan grabs the back of Wei Ying’s neck in a firm grip. “Go on, touch yourself. You can come for me now.”