[ Lan Zhan groans as his hips buck up into his hand, body eager for more than the light touches he's allowing himself. Laying back in bed without the physical exertion of fucking Wei Ying means that he's far more relaxed and closer to orgasm than normal. It may also have to do with the time apart and how desperate he is for Wei Ying. ]

Fuck. [ His voice is shaky as he curses and tightens his fingers around the base of his length. Wei Ying has such a way with words, making it easy for Lan Zhan's imagination to run away from him. Even if he would hate to see his boyfriend crying, part of him knows that any tears would come from physical stimulation rather than emotional duress. Still, it makes him let out a sound dangerously close to a low whine. ]

Yes. Making you come apart, building you up again. Being the one you trust like that. [ He bites his bottom lip as he thumbs the tip of his cock. ] Knowing you like when I'm rough with need for you.