[ Lan Zhan's reassurance that he doesn't actually want to punish him is soothing; if he wanted it, Wei Ying would try. But the way their desires line up make him pleased. Safe.

Wei Ying keeps his eyes on the screen, reaching down to touch his own cock, although he doesn't stroke, just teases the tip. Watching Lan Zhan fall apart is worth more than touching, especially when Lan Zhan is saying such filthy things. ]

I want that. To choke on you, your cock down my throat. [ And he does, desperately, even though he can't yet deep throat Lan Zhan. Something to work toward, a worthwhile goal. And while Wei Ying might be lazy and undisciplined, he's never been one to shy away from challenges. ] I'd cry, probably. And my voice would be wrecked after that. Would you like that, Lan Zhan? Knowing you've wrecked me and then putting me back together?