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The wooden floor was hard and slightly cold as Wei Ying knelt on it. His husband had left him kneeling by the edge of the bed a while ago and he was getting restless. Wei Ying tested the ties that had been hastily wrapped around his wrists to find that they were loose. He grinned.
It wasn't too long before the door to the bedroom opened and then closed again. Wei Ying first saw his husband's shoes and then looked up to his face. Lan Zhan was expressionless as always. He turned away from Wei Ying on the floor and started to go about his nightly routine.
"Everything okay downstairs?" Wei Ying asked, stretching as much as his kneeling position would let him.
"Mn," Lan Zhan replied as he loosened his tie and placed it neatly on top of his luggage.
"This whole family reunion thing would have been a lot more boring if I wasn't here," Wei Ying whined, "You know that."
"Stay," Lan Zhan's eyes flickered over to Wei Ying and then back again.
"Laaan Zhaaaan," Wei Ying's ass landed back down on his heels, he tested his wrists again, "This is cruel and unusual punishment."
Lan Zhan unbuttoned his shirt and folded it, placing it with his tie, "Is it?"
Wei Ying pursed his lips into a pout, "Won't you at least let your poor wife stand? My knees hurt."
"You may stand," Lan Zhan undid his belt with a snap, making direct eye contact with Wei Ying, "But you may not move."
Wei Ying eagerly clambered to his feet. His knees really did ache, he wasn't as young as he once was, but that wasn't the point. He rolled up onto his tiptoes, not moving from his spot, and then back down onto his heels.
"Er-gege is so good to me," Wei Ying grinned and Lan Zhan's eyes narrowed, "I knew you couldn't be that mad."
Lan Zhan sighed, shaking his head as he removed his pants and folded those also, "You were being a nuisance."
"When am I not?" Wei Ying slid one foot forward. Lan Zhan's head snapped up and they made eye contact again. Wei Ying slid his foot back, "Isn't that why you married me?"
Lan Zhan made a non-committal noise and then crossed the room to sit on the edge of the bed next to Wei Ying, "Tell me why you're being punished."
Wei Ying turned on the spot, not moving a toe out of line as Lan Zhan watched his movements. He tilted his head and thought for a moment. The ribbon tied around his wrists, behind his back, was slowly slipping down his hands.
"Because my husband is thin faced and can't handle a little teasing in front of his uncle," Wei Ying licked his lips before sticking his tongue out.
"Wei Ying," Lan Zhan's lips thinned and his voice held a warning.
Wei Ying grinned. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the other's neck, leaning over him, "Just be honest. You popped a boner at dinner because of a little footsies. Which is why you had to tie me up while you ended the evening."
Lan Zhan's gaze caught sight of the ribbon fluttering to the floor. He looked up at Wei Ying's smirk and then along the arms wrapped around him. He said nothing.
Wei Ying traced circles on the back of Lan Zhan's neck, "This is a nice room you've got here. I had plenty of time to get acquainted with it. I like all the trophies on the wall and those two bunny plushies really add a nice touch. Kind of your uncle to preserve your old room like this."
Lan Zhan lifted Wei Ying slightly and then tossed him bodily onto the bed. Wei Ying bounced twice before sitting up to watch Lan Zhan stand and pick up his ribbon from the floor.
"It's not my fault," Wei Ying pressed his hands between his legs and leaned forward, "It was tied so loosely it just slipped right off. How can er-gege ever expect to keep me in one place if he can't even tie a knot?"
Lan Zhan's back was to him but he could see the other's fist clench tightly around the ribbon.
"Lan Zhan?" Wei Ying tilted his head, pouting once more, "Husband? Sir? Come on say something. I promise to be good from here on out. Just say something to me."
"Lying is forbidden," Lan Zhan turned slowly.
Wei Ying let out an involuntary gasp when he saw the fire dancing merrily in his husband's eyes. He grinned from ear to ear and perked up a little.
"Who says I'm lying?" Wei Ying licked his lips again.
Lan Zhan took a step forward and pressed his knees up against Wei Ying's hands, pinning them to the bed, "You will never be good."
Wei Ying puffed up his cheeks, arching his back slightly so he could look up at Lan Zhan, "That's not true either! I can be good when I want to be!"
Lan Zhan just rose a brow. If his hands weren't trapped, Wei Ying would have crossed his arms and given Lan Zhan his biggest pout possible. As it was, he could only wiggle a little against the bed and wait.
Lan Zhan held that pristine white ribbon with the delicate cloud embroidery with two hands. His eyes darted down to Wei Ying's wrists.
"Are you going to tie me up again?" Wei Ying teased, "You'll have to do a better job than last time. I might just escape and go running through your uncle's gardens naked. Now wouldn't that be a family scandal."
Lan Zhan's eyes came up to Wei Ying's mouth, "Do you understand why you were being punished?"
Wei Ying hummed, "I can't think of any reason I would need to be punished, Sir. I was a saint all evening. Only climbed into your lap once in front of your uncle and brother, I think that deserves a reward."
Lan Zhan sighed and brought the ribbon up. He placed the silky cloth against Wei Ying's still moving lips and then pulled it tightly so it rested behind his front teeth. Wei Ying made a gurgling noise in his throat and Lan Zhan tied the makeshift gag with a secure knot at the back of his head.
"I want you to think about it more," Lan Zhan's voice was low, commanding. Wei Ying felt his cock jump just at the sound of it. When Lan Zhan's voice got like that it meant he was in for a ride.
Wei Ying poked his tongue at the ribbon in his mouth and furrowed his brows. This was a problem. How was he supposed to rile up Lan Zhan if he couldn't use his mouth? He shifted his jaw, tried to bite down, wiggled his tongue this way and that but his husband had done a very thorough job gagging him.
"Hmph," Wei Ying found his hands had been released so he allowed himself to flop backward onto the bed and crossed his arms over his chest. He listened to the sound of a bag being unzipped and then objects being tossed onto the duvet. He heard shifting and then the mattress sank as Lan Zhan climbed over over him.
Wei Ying looked up at his nearly naked husband hovering above him. He tried to say something but it just came out as muffled nonsense. A puff of air signified Lan Zhan's laughter at his attempt and Wei Ying felt heat bloom on his face. He turned his head away. That's when he saw the lube and cock ring.
Lan Zhan took Wei Ying's hand in his and placed it on his shoulder, "Tap three times if you need me to stop."
Wei Ying nodded and squeezed his shoulder. From there, it didn't take long for Lan Zhan to remove his pants and underwear, folding them neatly and placing them to the side all while leaving Wei Ying on the bed with his half-hard cock out. Wei Ying huffed and reached down to wrap a hand around himself only for Lan Zhan to slap his hand away.
"Do I truly need to restrain you, as well?" Lan Zhan grabbed his belt from where it had been set before settling back down between Wei Ying's thighs.
"If you won't touch me than I'll do it myself," Wei Ying tried to say through the cloth but again it just came out muffled.
Lan Zhan must have heard some of it as he rose one brow at Wei Ying, "Have you figured out why you are being punished?"
Wei Ying squinted up at the other and crossed his arms again.
"Very well," Lan Zhan easily uncrossed Wei Ying's arms and wrapped his belt around both wrists, pulling it tight and then up and over Wei Ying's head, "If you move your arms your punishment will only get worse."
Wei Ying tested the new bonds. Lan Zhan had insured the belt was secured much tighter than the ribbon had been but he could still wiggle his fingers, that was good. No matter how they played, Lan Zhan always put his comfort first. And despite his warning, if Wei Ying needed out he would let him out without question. His face softened for a moment. He really truly loved this man.
As soon as Lan Zhan looked back over at him, though, Wei Ying put the frown back on and worked his jaw. And then the ribbon caught his gasp as he felt the ring he had seen slip snuggly over his cock and balls. Lan Zhan pulled away after making sure the silicone toy was secure. Wei Ying, desperately, raised his hip upwards chasing the feeling of the other's warm hand around him. A low whine echoed in the back of his throat.
Where was Lan Zhan going? Why wasn't he touching him? He wanted to be touched.
Wei Ying looked down the planes of his own chest to see Lan Zhan had situated himself neatly between his thighs. He wrapped his large hands around Wei Ying's shins, pushing his legs upwards to spread him open even more. Then he leaned in and blew on Wei Ying's length. Wei Ying whined again and thrust upwards. He needed to be touched.
He clamped his thighs hard around his husband's head and tried to drag him upwards to where he needed him. Lan Zhan's gaze was full of amusement and he maintained that eye contact as he pushed Wei Ying's legs apart once more and held them down.
Lan Zhan let the tip of his tongue flick out across Wei Ying's slit and then disappear again. Wei Ying threw his head back on the bed. It was like having his favorite wine in front of him but only being allowed a single sip. Every nerve in his body screamed for more. Wei Ying moaned right along with them.
Then the tongue went lower. Wei Ying's back arched as a wet strip was licked up one of his cheeks before teeth sank into the soft flesh there. He wanted to clamp his thighs again but Lan Zhan was still holding one down and the other was hooked over his shoulder. So, Wei Ying just writhed as the pleasure rushed through him. Lan Zhan continued to bite his ass getting closer and closer until his warm tongue prodded at Wei Ying's hole.
Wei Ying could only pull at his bindings and cry into his gag as Lan Zhan worked him open on his tongue. His cock was swollen and leaking all over his stomach. The pressure of an orgasm was building up inside him. And then a lubed up finger entered next to Lan Zhan's tongue and prodded just right.
Tears welled up in Wei Ying's eyes, the ceiling had gone blurry above him. Lan Zhan removed his tongue and now had three fingers working him open, making sure to swipe his prostate with every thrust. Fire pooled in his belly. He needed to come. He needed to come so badly. Wei Ying grabbed the end of the belt and dug his nails into it. He could feel himself on the edge of release but no release was forthcoming. Lan Zhan continued to abuse his hole. His cock twitched with need, turning purple and angry. But he could not come.
Then the fingers were gone. The edge he had been hanging onto simmered out to a low bubble in his veins. Wei Ying was sweating, legs trembling, gag soaked through with spit, and he was glaring at his husband. He had been brought to the edge of oblivion and then felt it whisked away right out from under him, while his balls throbbed and his cock still stood stiff.
Lan Zhan had the audacity to look smug.
"Have you realized your mistake?" Wei Ying's terrible, awful, teasing husband asked in a steady voice.
Wei Ying scrunched up his face into a deeper glare. Lan Zhan huffed out a laugh.
"Very well," he said as he began to lube up his own hard cock, "Wei Ying will not be allowed to come until he admits his wrongdoings."
Wei Ying struggled again, "That's not fair!" He tried to cry out through the ribbon, "This is husband abuse!"
But either Lan Zhan didn't understand his muffled complaints or chose to ignore them because only a moment later he felt his husband's massive girth push inside.
The fire was crackling again. The coals that had been simmering since his denied orgasm caught light once more as Lan Zhan began to fuck him, really fuck him. Lan Zhan was pounding into Wei Ying's ass causing the ancient bed to creak and cry out.
Wei Ying tried to lift his arms to wrap around his husband's shoulders but Lan Zhan caught them and pinned them back down to the bed. Nearly growling, he bit down on Wei Ying's neck and sucked hard. Wei Ying whined. His legs locked around Lan Zhan's back and his hips tried to keep pace.
He knew from experience that Lan Zhan could keep going for a long while. Usually Wei Ying had at least two orgasms before the other even had his first. The inferno inside him was pushing on the limits of pain, Lan Zhan nailing him right where he was sensitive every time due to years of practice, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could last without getting release. Everything felt like so much, too much.
He could feel every vein on his husband's cock as it was thrust in and out of him, every touch and bruise that Lan Zhan marked him with. He swore he could feel the hairs on his body rubbing against the soft fabrics of the duvet. He was so sensitive and still Lan Zhan would not let him come. The damn cock ring squeezing his climax back down every time Wei Ying thought he would finally fall over the cliff.
Wei Ying couldn't stand it anymore. He closed his wet eyes, turned his head to the side, and nodded. Lan Zhan slowed his pace and lifted himself so he was hovering once more.
"Something…something you wish to say?" Lan Zhan's spoke between heavy breaths.
Wei Ying nodded again.
Lan Zhan stopped his hips, after shoving his cock so far into Wei Ying he could feel it in his throat, and untied the ribbon. He carefully dislodged it from Wei Ying's teeth and set it aside. Wei Ying worked his jaw and tongue for a moment. Lan Zhan rose a brow at him.
"I really need to come," Wei Ying squeaked out, voice scratchy.
Lan Zhan reached for the ribbon again and Wei Ying pushed his bound hands against the other's chest.
"Wait, no," Wei Ying spoke quickly, "That wasn't…I was gonna…I teased you too much tonight in front of your family. That's why I'm being punished."
Lan Zhan tilted his head to the side.
Wei Ying took a breath, "And…I can't say I won't ever tease you again because we both know I will but uh…I can try and not cause a scene the rest of the time we are visiting at…at least not to the point where you gotta hide a boner at dinner? Though I do think you enjoyed it as much as I did and if we're being honest I-ah!"
Lan Zhan bit Wei Ying making him yelp, "Uncle sleeps in the next room."
"Wh-what?" Wei Ying spluttered and then dug his nails into his husband's flesh for dear life as Lan Zhan started pounding into him again, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Lan Zhan!"
A warm hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it once before pulling the ring off of him. It only took a few more thrusts for Wei Ying to fall apart. He started shaking as his orgasm hit him like a train. Lan Zhan wrapped his arms around him and held Wei Ying tightly. Cum splattered across both their chests. Wei Ying's muscles twitched and jumped and through it all he was yelling Lan Zhan's name like a prayer.
Lan Zhan continued to move as Wei Ying twitched in his arms, a small satisfied smile on his face that he buried in his husband's neck. Eventually he slowed down again and then ground against Wei Ying's hips as he spilled deep inside him. Wei Ying was still breathless and limp from all of it. He was beautiful.
When Wei Ying came back to himself, he had been cleaned up and tucked into the bed properly. There was even water on the nightstand waiting for him. He scooted himself to a sitting position, only wincing a little bit, and downed the water. There was a hum of approval from his side.
"Fuck, that was so good," Wei Ying finished his water and then flopped across his husband's lap.
Lan Zhan picked up one of Wei Ying's wrists and began to massage cream into the bruises left by his belt, "Wei Ying was wonderful."
"Agh," Wei Ying squirmed and rotated so he could smile up at the other, "I told you to warn me before you say stuff like that. You're going to give your husband heart problems."
"I would not want that," Lan Zhan bent awkwardly to give Wei Ying a quick kiss, "How do you feel?"
Wei Ying bit his lip and assessed himself. He was sore, sure, definitely was going to be going to Lan family brunch with bruises he couldn't explain but mostly he felt warm and content.
"Like I want to curl up inside you," Wei Ying answered, his grin only getting wider.
Lan Zhan narrowed his gaze but the corners of his mouth twitched. Wei Ying barked out a laugh.
"No drop," Wei Ying finally answered the question, "We really need to do that again. I don't think I've ever had an orgasm like that in my life. You should try it!"
"Mn," Lan Zhan nodded. He set the cream aside and slid down under the covers more, dragging Wei Ying up to rest on his chest.
Wei Ying snuggled into his husband's warmth, breathing in that sandalwood scent that always clung to him. He gave a light kiss to one of Lan Zhan's pecs and then closed his eyes with a yawn.
"Does your uncle really sleep next door?" He asked, voice getting softer.
Lan Zhan hummed an affirmative.
Wei Ying gave a small laugh and yawned again, "Well shit, I guess I might have to be punished again after all he just heard."
Lan Zhan rubbed circles into Wei Ying's back and rest his chin on his head before giving a short laugh that Wei Ying could feel vibrating through him.
"Love you," Wei Ying muttered.
"Love you," Lan Zhan whispered into his hair.