[ If Wei Ying is sappy for saying that he loves him, then Lan Zhan is worse for the way it makes his pleasure crest with the beginnings of his orgasm. His breathing quickens as his hand strokes faster, losing rhythm as he chasing the feeling and Wei Ying's words. The honorific rattles around in his mind, skull empty of anything other than love and lust and the sound of Wei Ying's voice, tinny across the phone but beautiful nonetheless. ]
Wei Ying! [ Lan Zhan spills into his hand and imagines that Wei Ying is there instead, eager mouth open for a taste of his come. It makes his cock throb with a final spurt as he slumps down against the pillows, reaching blindly for the tissues on the bedside table. ] Wei Ying, are you close?
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Wei Ying! [ Lan Zhan spills into his hand and imagines that Wei Ying is there instead, eager mouth open for a taste of his come. It makes his cock throb with a final spurt as he slumps down against the pillows, reaching blindly for the tissues on the bedside table. ] Wei Ying, are you close?