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Wei Ying biked back to Jiang Yanli’s early in the afternoon. The bike seat certainly made him aware of all of his recent activities, but it wasn’t unpleasant.
He texted Lan Zhan that he’d be staying at Yanli’s tonight and Lan Zhan wished him a good evening.
It wasn't exactly that he wanted to get away from Lan Zhan, or that he needed space, but it really had been a whole lot very quickly. It wouldn’t be a bad thing to do some taking stock. He could also do with a little time to actually think about the curse without being so distracted.
It was a less successful attempt than he had hoped. He found himself just as distracted from the curse by Yanli and the kids, and he couldn’t deny that Lan Zhan’s attentive care had been nice – no one here was going to notice whether or not he washed his face before bed. Wei Ying had always been happy being single, so it wasn’t that he was lonely. He just kind of missed Lan Zhan, specifically. Which was fine, and no big deal at all.
WY 8:46 PM: i was thinking of hanging out at the house during the day tomorrow. maybe we could do dinner again?
LZ 8:47 PM: I wish we could. It is my uncle’s birthday so we are taking him out to dinner. Usually you would also be required to come, but he has accepted the fact that you’ve never met him as an excuse. Another thing your future self will thank you for.
LZ 8:48 PM: But of course you should spend whatever time at the house you want, including for your own dinner. I can leave something in the fridge for you, if you would like. And I will be home no later than 8:30.
WY 8:49 PM: very sweet but nah don’t worry yanli is gonna make ribs so it’s fine
LZ 8:49 PM: I hope to see you soon, and I hope you’re well until then.
WY 8:50 PM: thanx, gnight lan zhan!
Wei Ying sighed while looking at his phone. He didn’t feel obsessively horny like he had before (especially not when he could close his eyes and remember how he felt falling back asleep this morning), but he did feel twitchy and restless.
A nighttime run was just the thing to get some of his energy out. He had always liked to go for runs at night rather than in the morning, and he hadn’t been doing any physical training since the curse. Well. Not for the purpose of working out. Probably he had still gotten sufficient cardiovascular activity.
He got a little lost since he didn’t know Jiang Yanli’s neighborhood the way he knew the one he had lived in, so his run ended up being a bit more of an effort than he planned. It was enough, though, that he was able to shower and fall asleep without doing a lot of dwelling.
Wei Ying worked at the house the next day. Lan Zhan had left lunch for him, which he hadn’t needed to do, but was very nice of him. In the afternoon, he wandered into the gym extension Jiang Yanli had mentioned, which Lan Zhan had shown him in that initial, distracted tour of the house. He actually looked around this time. It was cool – there were some free weights and a few benches and seats, plus a treadmill, but most of the space was taken up by a cleared area with thin matting covering the floor. Wei Ying ran through some spiritual exercises using a wooden sword he saw resting against the wall and that was even better than the running for making him feel connected to his body.
He could feel the curse much more clearly now. It felt like a little bubble in his qi flow, not obstructing his overall system but distinctly there where it shouldn’t be. He could see what Dr. Wang had been saying – the curse was being slowly eroded by the qi flow that beat through his system, the strong rush wearing it down much faster than the gentle current of a non-cultivator would have. But he couldn’t hold the curse still to manipulate it directly, so for the day he just did what he could to build and circulate his qi like he normally would.
Afterwards, Wei Ying showered in the master bathroom (and this time, noticed the lube looking innocuous on one of the shelves) and took his time enjoying the luxurious spray. It was almost 4:00 PM by the time he was done, and he felt a pang at the thought of going back to Yanli’s. Maybe he shouldn’t have told her he’d be there for dinner. He could have stayed and waited for Lan Zhan to come home – Lan Zhan probably would have been happy to see him. Wei Ying decided he’d plan to stay at the house more often in the future.
But he had told Yanli he’d be back for dinner, and she’d made a portion for him, and he wasn’t going to be weird about this. He biked back at a leisurely pace and had a nice dinner with his family. It was great. Yanli’s cooking was better than absolutely anyone’s. Lan Zhan cooked, he knew. He wondered how Lan Zhan’s cooking measured up.
WY 8:30 PM: hey, how was dinner? thx so much for lunch btw
LZ 8:31 PM: It was fine. Uncle had many questions about your curse and about your approach to dealing with it. I told him that under no circumstances was he to text you about it to ask you directly, but if he does, please let me know and I will deal with it.
WY 8:32 PM: haha sounds like a good time
LZ 8:33 PM: He means well. How are you?
WY 8:34 PM: i’m ok. yanli’s ribs were the bomb and jin chen punched zixuan in the balls so dinner was fun
WY 8:35 PM: sorry, boys’ bedtime, brb. they love my sam i am impression
LZ 8:36 PM: I’m glad you’re getting to spend some time with them.
___
Wei Ying found himself restless again as he closed his door, letting the sounds of kids who were decidedly not asleep on the other side of the house fade away. Between the cultivation exercises and the biking, it definitely wasn’t due to a lack of physical activity. He bit his lip and remembered the hazy, warm feeling of Lan Zhan sliding into him yesterday morning. It felt like it was so long ago.
What would it have been like if Wei Ying had stayed at the house? Lan Zhan would have gotten home around 8:30 PM to find Wei Ying waiting for him. In bed? On the couch? They would have made it to the living room at least this time, for sure. Probably. Now that he was thinking about it, he would definitely throw himself at Lan Zhan immediately if he were to open his bedroom door right now.
He hadn’t watched any videos since they started actually sleeping together. It wouldn’t be creepy to watch more, it would be... educational! He still had a lot to learn, after all.
Headphones on, he settled himself on the bed and opened the folder. He scrolled down to one he hadn’t watched yet and pressed play.
It started with a shot from a bit of a distance away of Wei Ying lying on their bed. His wrists were tied together and to the headboard somehow, and he was blindfolded. As the camera moved closer, he could see there was something going on with his chest... nipple clamps. He was wearing nipple clamps. He was hard. It looked like his dick was glistening with something – lube? Precome?
“Lan Zhan, what are you going to do to me?” Wei Ying asked. Instead of sounding tentative or nervous, as Wei Ying thought he might have felt, his past self purred the words. He sounded thrilled. Comfortable. Like he was seducing Lan Zhan rather than the other way around.
Lan Zhan picked something up and then put the phone down, pointed at the ceiling.
“Nooo,” Wei Ying wailed as the phone picked up rustling noises. “Why? What did I do to deserve this?”
“Wei Ying knows,” Lan Zhan said, his voice deep and intense, as he picked the camera back up. Wei Ying was now wearing a cock ring in addition to the nipple clamps. His cock looked so red and swollen.
“I’ll make it up to you,” Wei Ying cajoled. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want.”
“You will,” Lan Zhan agreed, and the video ended.
Wei Ying breathed out hard, already feeling the need to slide his hand into his underwear. He clicked on the next video. It was a different one of Lan Zhan fucking his face. It seemed that was a frequent favorite, and Wei Ying couldn’t disagree with the choice. He took his pants and underwear off entirely.
When the video ended and he was going to click on another, he saw that a text had come in.
LZ 9:23 PM: No pressure, but do you think you will be here for dinner tomorrow night? I was thinking of making some sauce to go with dumplings.
WY 9:28 PM: yeah i;d liek to. dumpling sound great
LZ 9:28 PM: Good. How are you feeling?
WY 9:29 PM: ok jussst watchin a video before ed
WY 9:29 PM: bed
That had enough plausible deniability, right?
LZ 9:29 PM: Can I call
Oh. Oh he hadn’t thought of that. That was...
WY 9:29 PM: yea
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said, as soon as Wei Ying picked up.
“Hey, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said, his breathing a little off.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you,” Lan Zhan said. “How are you?”
“I’m okay,” Wei Ying answered, trying to picture Lan Zhan. “What are you up to?”
“Just getting into bed,” Lan Zhan said.
“Oh, cool,” Wei Ying said a little absently, more focused on the motion of his hand and the picture of Lan Zhan in bed in his mind.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said. “Are you touching yourself right now?”
“Do you... want me not to be?” Wei Ying asked, hesitantly.
“Of course I want you to,” Lan Zhan said, his voice velvety. “Why do you think I called?”
“Oh good,” Wei Ying said, speeding up a bit.
“Slow down,” Lan Zhan said.
“How did you...?” Wei Ying asked.
“I know you,” Lan Zhan said. “Without me you always just head straight for the goal. No attention to the scenery along the way.”
“Not much scenery when it’s just me by myself,” Wei Ying said, although he had slowed down as Lan Zhan directed.
“I’ll keep you company,” Lan Zhan’s voice was so intense that it caused Wei Ying to shiver.
“Okay,” Wei Ying breathed.
“Do you have lube nearby?” Lan Zhan asked.
“No,” Wei Ying said.
Lan Zhan made a displeased noise. “Fine. Tell me what you were thinking about when you started.”
“I was, um, watching a video. Of us.”
“Which one?”
“You had me tied to the bed and blindfolded,” Wei Ying said, and it was a challenge not to let his hand speed up.
“And?”
“And what?” Wei Ying asked.
“We have many videos of you tied to the bed and blindfolded. You’ll need to be more specific,” Lan Zhan said.
“Wow. Okay. I was, um, wearing nipple clamps. And a cock ring. But I don’t think I was very happy about that,” Wei Ying said.
“You never are,” Lan Zhan told him. “Until the end.”
“Are you getting off, too?” Wei Ying asked.
“I will,” Lan Zhan said. “Touch your ass, Wei Ying.”
“I told you I don’t have lube,” Wei Ying whined. “I can’t leave the bedroom like this.”
“You don’t have to go inside. Just rub at your hole. You like that,” Lan Zhan told him.
“I...” Wei Ying hesitated, then decided to push through his awkwardness at the idea. He hadn’t done this to himself yet, really, but... “Okay.”
“Start slow,” Lan Zhan instructed. “Tell me how it feels.”
Wei Ying did as he was told, rubbing his rim with two of his fingers without trying to push in. It was tingly and it sent a jolt to his cock. It reminded him of what it felt like when Lan Zhan fucked him, but so much less. The reminder made him pant harder but the sense of absence made him whimper.
“Tell me,” Lan Zhan said again.
“It feels good,” Wei Ying answered. “Not as good as you, though.”
“Mm,” Lan Zhan said, sounding pleased. “Hold the base of your cock tightly and keep rubbing your ass.”
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying whined, although he did as instructed.
“I’ll get you there,” Lan Zhan promised. “Haven’t I always so far?”
“Yes,” Wei Ying said.
“Didn’t you come to me because it wasn’t enough on your own?”
“Yes,” Wei Ying admitted.
“Keep holding your cock with your left hand and put two fingers from your right hand into your mouth. Suck on them.”
Wei Ying made a muffled noise over the line as he did.
“Lie on your side. Take your fingers out of your mouth – make sure they’re wet. Rub your ass with them,” Lan Zhan told him.
“That’s...” Wei Ying panted. “Okay, yeah, that’s...”
“Slide them in, Wei Ying.”
“But you said I wouldn’t have to go inside!” Wei Ying protested.
“I lied,” Lan Zhan said. “Do it.”
Wei Ying moaned as he pressed his fingers against his rim and then slid them in past the slight resistance.
“Does that feel good?” Lan Zhan asked.
“Yeah,” Wei Ying said, half-undone. “Fuck.”
“Don’t push them in far. Don’t fuck yourself with them. Just play with your rim.”
And that was so fucking good. It felt a little rough with only spit but it didn’t hurt, and it fulfilled his need for something inside, even if it wasn’t quite what he wanted. And his rim was so sensitive, fuck. He flicked his fingers backward and forward faster and fully moaned.
“Good boy. Okay. Just another little while,” Lan Zhan said.
“Are you?” Wei Ying panted.
“Yes,” Lan Zhan answered. “I’m stroking my cock thinking about how good you must look right now. I wish you could send me a picture, but your hands are busy.”
“I would,” Wei Ying said. “If you wanted me to.”
“You sound almost ready,” Lan Zhan said. “When I tell you to, release the base of your cock and jerk yourself hard and fast, but don’t stop moving your fingers in your ass. And you need to be quiet. Muffle yourself in your pillow. Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” Wei Ying said.
“Now, Wei Ying.”
It was impossible to keep any sort of rhythm in his fingers pressing against his rim as he quickly ramped up and came, but it still felt so good. He wasn’t sure how well he did at keeping quiet but he hoped it was enough.
“Mmm,” Lan Zhan said in response to the noise. “Did you come hard?”
“Yes,” Wei Ying whispered. He wanted his body to calm but it was impossible while he still had his fingers in his ass and could hear Lan Zhan’s breaths getting faster on the other end of the line.
“Next time, you’ll let me see it,” Lan Zhan told him. “Next time, I’m going to do it for you.”
“Yes,” Wei Ying agreed, wanting that so much.
Lan Zhan groaned on the other end of the line, and that must have been him coming, since his breath started slowing again.
After a while: “Okay. Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. You can mute me. I’m going to stay on the line. Don’t forget to wash your face.”
Wei Ying smiled and included face-washing (sans serum) in his tasks as he got himself ready for bed.
“Okay, I’m back in bed,” Wei Ying said after unmuting. “You must be tired.”
“It is a little late,” Lan Wangji admitted. He sounded sleepy.
“I know you told me that I didn’t need to ask, but I was thinking of coming to the house to stay for a while. I mean, not, like, moving in, but. Maybe for a few days. To start.”
“I would like that,” Lan Zhan said, and then, in a tone he hadn’t heard much from Lan Zhan since they had come to their understanding: “I miss you.”
Wei Ying didn’t know what to say to that. He had missed Lan Zhan’s company over the past couple of days too, but he didn’t think that was what Lan Zhan meant.
“I’m not sure what time I’ll be home tomorrow afternoon,” Lan Zhan continued, briskly. “But certainly in time for dinner. Let me know if there’s anything you want me to pick up on my way home, if there’s anything you find missing from the kitchen.”
“Okay,” Wei Ying said. “I’m looking forward to seeing you.” He could say that honestly, and it was something.
“Good night, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said, his voice so soft. “Sleep well.”
___
“I’m going to stay at the house for a few days,” Wei Ying told Jiang Yanli. “Not, like, forever. Probably.”
“The room is always here for you if you want it,” Jiang Yanli promised him.
Wei Ying took an awkward sip of his coffee as his sister beamed at him.
“You moved in with him extremely quickly the first time, too,” Jiang Yanli said.
“It’s not like that!” Wei Ying protested.
“You’re allowed to like him, A-Ying,” Jiang Yanli said. “No one is judging you. We were all there at your wedding, I think the cat is out of the bag.”
“It’s weird,” Wei Ying grumped.
“I think it’s very sweet,” Jiang Yanli said.
___
Lan Zhan hadn’t said what time he’d be home today, but he seemed to work pretty regular hours. Wei Ying told himself at 3:30 PM that he couldn’t even start to think about Lan Zhan coming home until 4:30 PM. Using the gym yesterday had been good for his progress on the curse, so that would work to keep him distracted until then.
And if he got lucky on timing, maybe he could be in the shower when Lan Zhan got home?
He was doing an inclined row with the free weights, his body bent over against the inclined bench and his feet planted firmly on the floor when he heard a sound over the music in his headphones.
He fumbled to take his headphone out with his free hand as he looked behind him to see Lan Zhan, already changed into his lounging clothes.
“Hey!” Wei Ying said, “I wasn’t expecting you so early! Give me just a second–”
“No need,” said Lan Zhan calmly, pulling Wei Ying’s basketball shorts and underwear down just to where his ass met his thighs. Before Wei Ying had really processed that, Lan Zhan was pushing inside.
“What the– Fuck!” He dropped the dumbbell and it landed loudly on the mat. It didn’t matter.
Lan Zhan was opening him up with his slicked cock right there among the free weights. He had been taken by surprise and it had been a couple of days since he’d had Lan Zhan inside of him, so he had instinctively tensed up, but Lan Zhan pushed past the tension with only a little effort and Wei Ying softened around him.
“Fuck,” Wei Ying said again, feeling the exquisite stretch of Lan Zhan inside him. His cock hardened against the silky material of his basketball shorts, pushed into the bench by each of Lan Zhan’s thrusts into him.
“You feel good,” Lan Zhan rumbled behind him. “How could I resist, with your ass sticking out like that?”
“I was in the middle of my set,” Wei Ying said, nonsensically.
“Do you want me to let you get back to it?” Lan Zhan asked.
“No! Fuck,” Wei Ying said. He had no leverage – his arms had nothing to press against and his legs were on either side of the bench but constricted by the shorts around his thighs. He started to try to wiggle himself back a little bit, maybe he could get an arm under him...
Lan Zhan’s warm hand met his back and pressed him back down against the surface, holding him in place.
“Stay there,” Lan Zhan said. “Take what I give you.”
Lan Zhan was going slowly and not as far in as Wei Ying had experienced before, since Wei Ying’s legs weren’t spread very wide. But his thrusts were still powerful and sure, and even though Wei Ying had never had sex with anyone else that would let him make a real comparison, he was pretty sure that Lan Zhan had an inborn advantage just from the size and heft of his cock. With that thing, Lan Zhan was guaranteed to make Wei Ying feel good, no matter what the surrounding circumstances.
“Are you going to stay right there for me?” Lan Zhan asked.
“Yeah, okay,” Wei Ying gasped.
He was good and didn’t try moving again when Lan Zhan removed his hand from his back, and he was rewarded by Lan Zhan using both of his hands to spread his cheeks wider and then moving forward a little, letting him fuck deeper and harder into Wei Ying. Then Lan Zhan grabbed on to the bench for leverage and just went to town, fucking in hard and deep and fast. Like he was a machine built specifically to fuck Wei Ying’s sanity right out of him.
He heard a high, keening noise and it took a second for Wei Ying to realize it was his own voice.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” Lan Zhan said behind him, his voice rough and his breath short. Wei Ying wasn’t sure if it was because he was close to coming or if it was just because he was working so hard. “Taking it so well. Go ahead, come on my cock.”
Wei Ying was pretty sure it had nothing to do with Lan Zhan’s permission (pretty sure?) but Lan Zhan banged the orgasm right out of him as he shouted and bucked against the gym equipment. As soon as his ass started clenching and fluttering around Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan’s thrusts lost some of their rhythm but none of their strength as Lan Zhan came, too.
After a few moments, Lan Zhan pulled out, stepped back and pulled Wei Ying’s shorts back up over his rear. As if Wei Ying hadn’t come all over the front of them and wasn’t going to leak Lan Zhan’s come into the back.
Wei Ying laughed a little at the absurdity of it all. “We keep lube in the gym?” he asked.
“Obviously,” Lan Zhan answered.
Lan Zhan helped him lever himself off of the bench, then brought his arm around to Wei Ying’s front and fondled his soft cock and the mess he had made through his shorts.
“Were you done in the gym?” he asked.
“Well I am now!” Wei Ying said, a little indignant. “You can’t expect me to do anything with two loads of come in my shorts.”
A speculative gleam appeared in Lan Zhan’s eyes, but he shook his head. He looked a little too pleased as Wei Ying waddled to the shower, though.
___
They had dinner, then exchanged blowjobs on the couch. Wei Ying felt he was starting to get the hang of it, but had absolutely not yet learned whatever trick he used to know for deepthroating.
“Is it always like this?” Wei Ying asked afterwards, draped on top of Lan Zhan, who lay on the couch.
“Like what?” Lan Zhan asked, running his fingers absently through Wei Ying’s hair.
“You know,” Wei Ying said. “Twice a day or whatever, barely making it through the door.”
Lan Zhan considered. “Sometimes. Not always. We both have jobs that we care about and families and friends, so our schedules aren’t always compatible and there are other things on our minds. But we try to make time for each other. As to barely making it through the door...”
Lan Zhan reached down and playfully squeezed Wei Ying’s ass with both his hands.
“This is fun,” Lan Zhan said. “We always enjoy ourselves, but I won’t deny that your return to being new at sex is adding a certain amount of spice.”
“It seems like I’m... different, in the videos. Like our usual thing is different,” Wei Ying said, not entirely sure what he was asking and not entirely sure he wanted the answer.
Lan Zhan didn’t reply immediately, but hummed thoughtfully and went back to petting Wei Ying’s hair. Eventually, he said: “I had been with people before I met you, but I was never in the kind of relationship that allowed me to truly learn about and get comfortable with sex. We learned and developed our preferences together, as equals. This time around, I am much more experienced than you and it has created a different power dynamic.”
“What does that mean?” Wei Ying asked.
“You’ve always liked me bossing you around,” Lan Zhan said, smiling slightly. “But now, instead of pushing back and making me make you, you look up at me with your big innocent eyes and do whatever I tell you to do.”
“Mmmph,” Wei Ying said, burying his face in Lan Zhan’s chest.
“I get to make you blush,” Lan Zhan continued, gently stroking Wei Ying’s cheek. “Look at you. Adorable.”
Once Wei Ying had recovered enough to meet Lan Zhan’s eyes again, they went upstairs and prepared for bed. Wei Ying got curious and opened his bedside table. Yes, there was the expected, ubiquitous lube, but also a box which he opened to reveal a large selection of plugs, vibrators and dildos.
“Lan Zhan?” he called.
Lan Zhan, shirtless, leaned out of the bathroom door.
“What do we need this for?” Wei Ying asked, waving a bright blue but otherwise somewhat realistic looking, medium-sized dildo.
“Hmm,” Lan Zhan said.
“Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying asked, with increasing alarm.
“We are not always able to be together, each of us travel alone sometimes,” Lan Zhan said.
“Oh,” Wei Ying replied. “Right, yeah.”
“On an unrelated note,” Lan Zhan said with a straight face. “I would like it if you would allow me to remove some of the videos you haven’t yet watched from your phone.”
“You said you wouldn’t lie to me about any sex stuff,” Wei Ying said, clutching his phone to his chest.
“There’s a difference between lying and revealing things as they become appropriate,” Lan Zhan pointed out. He took the dildo from Wei Ying, put it back in the drawer, and encouraged Wei Ying to pull off his clothes and get in the bed. He extended his hand. “Phone?”
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said warningly.
“I swear to you that if you ask me a direct question and say that you really want to know, I will tell you the truth,” Lan Zhan said. “But I think it would be better if there are some things I introduce you to directly, rather than you seeing for the first time in a video. Will you trust me on this?”
“Fine,” Wei Ying sighed, and held out his phone. But he snatched it back as Lan Zhan reached for it. “On one condition. You tell me the truth about that dildo.”
“Deal,” Lan Zhan agreed. Wei Ying fidgeted as Lan Zhan took a shockingly long time going through Wei Ying’s private folder. He ended up getting so bored that Lan Zhan let him play a dumb game on his own phone to kill the time. Once Lan Zhan handed it back, the folder had about half the number of videos in it than before. There were still around forty.
“Okay, now, the dildo,” Wei Ying reminded.
“That particular one we most often use when you want to have a cock in your throat while I’m fucking you,” Lan Zhan said.
“Oh,” Wei Ying said, a little faintly. That was certainly an image. “Wait, you said ‘that particular one’ – what about the others?”
“Not part of the deal,” Lan Zhan said calmly, rolling over to go to sleep.
___
Curiosity got the better of Wei Ying the next afternoon, and when he got home from his session with Dr. Wang, he threw himself on the couch and opened up the private folder. He wanted to see what Lan Zhan had left him.
It was a dizzying variety of positions and acts, although none were far from things they had already done together – blowjobs, Wei Ying’s body during and post-fucking, little slices of their life. He wondered what other things there were that could have made up the other half of the videos.
He was watching a video he had filmed of him showing his body off to the mirror, covered in bite marks (zooming in especially to a few dramatic ones around his tattoo), and he pressed the heel of his hand against his groin.
“Ah, fuck,” Wei Ying said, throwing his arm over his eyes. It’s not that he had forgotten, exactly, how much the videos turned him on. He had just been so distracted by his fact-finding mission that it hadn’t occurred to him. And now here he was, hard and all by himself.
WY 3:41 PM: lan zhaaaaaaannnnn
LZ 3:42 PM: Yes?
WY 3:42 PM: lan zhaaaan i made a mistake. i watched some of our videos
LZ 3:43 PM: That doesn’t sound like a mistake, it sounds like a deliberate choice.
WY 3:43 PM: only technically!!!!
LZ 3:43 PM: And now you’re turned on.
WY 3:44 PM: uuggghhhhhhhhh. yes.
LZ 3:44 PM: I’m glad you came to me about this.
LZ 3:45 PM: Are you going to do what I tell you to?
WY 3:45 PM: yes
LZ 3:45 PM: Do not get yourself off.
LZ 3:46 PM: I want you to watch another video every 15 minutes. Just one each time. You may touch yourself however you like, but no orgasms.
WY 3:46 PM: lan zhaaaaaaan i turned to you in my time of need and instead of help i get more torture
LZ 3:47 PM: I need to do a couple of more things here before I can leave for the day. I’m looking forward to seeing you when I get home.
“Like I wasn’t already desperate and pathetic enough,” Wei Ying groaned.
At 4:00 PM he watched a video of Lan Zhan giving him a blowjob. He sat on his hands and didn’t move them.
At 4:15 PM he watched a close-up video of Lan Zhan fingering him. The sounds were... a lot. He may have stroked his cock just a little, just to take the edge off.
At 4:30 PM he watched a video of Lan Zhan bending him over and fucking him against the couch he was currently sitting on and that was just too much for any man to bear.
Lan Zhan found him at 5:10 PM in their bed with his face beet-red, his fingers in his ass and an erection that looked almost painful. He was sort of sporadically humping the bed, needing more but holding back despite it.
Lan Zhan stood in the doorway for a few moments as Wei Ying looked over his shoulder at him. He looked like he was appreciating the view very much.
“Did you come?” Lan Zhan asked him, his voice already deeper than usual.
“No,” Wei Ying said. “I swear. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Mm,” Lan Zhan said, his eyes still fixed on Wei Ying and but his body fixed in place. Wei Ying couldn’t believe he was going to make him wait even longer, just so he could watch Wei Ying writhe while crazed and desperate for him!
“Please,” Wei Ying begged. “Haven’t I been good?”
“You have,” Lan Zhan said, then started undressing and moving towards the bed. “You look like you need it very badly.”
“You did this to me,” Wei Ying accused weakly, feeling hot from his head to his toes as he couldn’t quite make his fingers stop working in his ass.
“I’ll accept credit,” Lan Zhan said.
“Take responsibility!”
“Hmm,” Lan Zhan said, finally getting his last layer off and getting into the bed, flat on his back. “No. I think that tonight you’re going to have to do the work, if you want my cock so badly.”
“What?” Wei Ying asked.
“Go ahead,” Lan Zhan said, nodding down the length of his body, where his dick was already half hard.
“I...” Wei Ying hesitated. “Should I blow you?”
“If you like,” Lan Zhan shrugged, as if it didn’t matter to him in the slightest.
Wei Ying did, and Lan Zhan firmed up very quickly, despite his nonchalant act. When he pulled off, he looked at Lan Zhan for direction, but Lan Zhan only looked back at him impassively.
Up to this point, it had always been Lan Zhan doing things to Wei Ying, taking what he wanted from him. Wei Ying felt a little adrift – he didn’t know how to take the lead.
But Lan Zhan wasn’t actually asking him to take the lead, was he. He had made sure Wei Ying would be worked up and desperate by the time he got home, and now he wanted Wei Ying to put that desperation on display for him. He knew Wei Ying would be uncomfortable with this, and he wanted that. He wanted Wei Ying to be uncomfortable, but to want Lan Zhan so badly that he’d do it anyway. And Wei Ying did want him that badly.
He took a deep breath. Okay. Lan Zhan had told him their first time that there was no way for him to do this wrong, and he had to trust him on that.
Face flaming, he swung his leg over Lan Zhan so he was straddling him. He raised himself up on his knees (pretty high up, when would he get used to how big Lan Zhan was?) and positioned himself over Lan Zhan’s cock. He brought the head to his hole and guided it just inside.
Wei Ying moaned. He had been thinking about this ever since the first video this afternoon, barely hanging on until he could get it. He used his body weight to push himself further down, but the slide was more difficult than he was expecting. Lan Zhan was usually so forceful when he entered him for the first time, maybe he needed to push harder?
He let gravity push him a little further down and god, it felt so good, he wanted it so badly. His hole ached with it.
“So eager to sit on my cock,” Lan Zhan said softly, as Wei Ying continued to make slow progress at taking Lan Zhan inside. “Didn’t even take the time to use lube. Or did you want it rough tonight?”
“Fuck,” Wei Ying said, falling forward and hiding his face against Lan Zhan’s chest. He had, in fact, managed to do it wrong.
Lan Zhan brought his hands up to rub Wei Ying’s back. The first inch or two of his cock was still snug inside of Wei Ying and didn’t seem like it was going to slip out easily.
“Getting you this needy is exactly what I wanted to happen,” Lan Zhan said, dropping the disinterested act. It was a comforting reminder. “You are able to take me with only spit as lubrication, but you don’t have to. Do you want to pull off so I can add lube?”
Pulling off actually sounded like the worst idea he’d ever heard. He whined a little.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Lan Zhan said. “I’m going to slick up the rest of my cock, so you’re only going to have to push down without lube for a little bit more. Then it will get easier. Does that sound okay? Do you want to work hard to take my cock?”
“Yes,” Wei Ying whispered. His own cock twitched at the admission. He hadn’t expected to end up quite this embarrassed and pathetic, and he definitely hadn’t expected his body’s response to it.
He moved with Lan Zhan’s body as Lan Zhan leaned over slightly to reach the bottle of lube. He stroked his shaft with his lubed hand but made no effort to get coverage all the way up to where Wei Ying was still stretched obscenely around him.
“Okay,” Lan Zhan said, leaning back against the bed. “Let’s see how badly you want to get fucked.”
Wei Ying raised himself back up and tried again, screwing his eyes shut so he wouldn’t have to see Lan Zhan watching him. Of course now that he was expecting it to be difficult rather than as easy as it usually was, he had tensed up. And he had not yet figured out the trick of deliberately relaxing his hole. Still, he took a deep breath, held on to Lan Zhan’s cock with his hand, and tried to get more inside himself. It felt like his skin was stretching almost beyond bearing, but it was also causing his balls to tighten up with how good it felt.
Chasing that feeling, he shoved himself down just a little more. And just a little more on the next bounce.
He opened his eyes and the heat from Lan Zhan’s gaze was almost as unbearable.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Wei Ying was making little punched out noises in time with his bounces until... “Aaaaah!” He had reached the lube on a very emphatic shove and he landed hard on Lan Zhan’s hips with his cock all the way inside. Fuck, that actually hurt.
They both took a second to recover from the unexpectedly harsh end of that little game.
“I did it,” Wei Ying said, a little belatedly.
“You did,” Lan Zhan agreed. “Now ride me.”
Experimentally, Wei Ying pushed himself most of the way up on Lan Zhan’s cock and then back down. He didn’t want to take it all the way out because it seemed like that would cause logistical problems, and he didn’t want to go down too hard again like he had before. After a few more motions like that, he paused and then tried a new approach.
“Unnnnnnh,” Wei Ying moaned as he ground Lan Zhan’s cock inside him with little bounces up and down – never actually pulling up but rhythmically pushing down. Then he tried the same kind of motion but with a little more of a forwards and backwards angle than just up and down. He moaned even louder.
“Good,” Lan Zhan rumbled. “So sexy. Are you getting off on my cock?”
“I... I wanted it so bad,” Wei Ying admitted.
“Such a needy slut,” Lan Zhan said, his tone affectionate. “You’ve been hard for so long. You did very well. Go ahead and get yourself off however you like. Let me see it.”
Wei Ying jerked his own cock as he fucked himself on Lan Zhan’s and came in what seemed like record time.
He slowed and slumped forward with his face on Lan Zhan’s chest again.
“My turn,” Lan Zhan said. He grabbed Wei Ying’s hips so tight that there might be bruises in the shape of his hands and fucked up into him once, hard.
Wei Ying let out a little shriek at the unexpected overstimulation.
Then Lan Zhan started going for real. Wei Ying had no idea what kind of muscles Lan Zhan had that allowed him to pound up into him with that kind of force, speed and consistency, but his motions forced out a wavering, vibrating moan, as if he were in a car going over speedbumps way too fast. Or maybe it felt more like being on one of those mechanical bulls that try to throw you off, Wei Ying thought (definitely out of his mind at this point) except that he couldn’t fall off because Lan Zhan was holding him still in his iron grip.
Lan Zhan thrust up extra hard a few times and Wei Ying felt the extra moisture of Lan Zhan’s come being released and then dripping down his shaft as he worked in and out of Wei Ying’s hole.
Once he had collected himself, Wei Ying looked up at Lan Zhan accusingly. “The whole time, you could have done that?”
“Mm,” Lan Zhan agreed. “But I like feeling you work yourself on my cock. Your wiggling gets me so hot every time.”
“Monster,” Wei Ying said.
Lan Zhan kissed the side of his head. “Do you want to rest a bit before dinner?”
“No,” Wei Ying grumbled, pulling himself off of Lan Zhan with a hiss of pain for both his ass and his hips. “Let’s shower and I’ll keep you company in the kitchen.”
“Okay,” Lan Zhan said, getting up and following Wei Ying into the bathroom.
Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan suspiciously. “Are you going to be nice to me in the shower?”
“I’m going to be very nice to you in the shower,” Lan Zhan said.
And to be fair to him, he was.
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Wei Ying didn’t end up staying over at Jiang Yanli’s again. When he went over for dinner and to pick up the stuff he had left there, Jiang Yanli watched him pack up with her big, gentle, sincerely happy eyes.
“Oh, shut up,” Wei Ying said.