[ Wei Ying laughs, breathless and aroused at the same time, shivering as Lan Zhan talks. He loves it when he gets his boyfriend to curse, when Lan Zhan lets go enough to be relaxed and unrestrained with him. Knowing he's the only one who gets to hear this. ]

I love it when you're rough with need. Love it when you're tender, too. Love you, Lan Zhan. [ It's sappy of him, but even in the midst of this, he can't help but remind his boyfriend of that fact.

His hand tightens around his cock, stroking down the length, clenching around the plug inside him. ] Are you close to coming for me, gege? Keep stroking, think of using my mouth like that. Think about coming all over my face, leaving me a mess.