A gag? [ He pouts, although it's ineffective and disappears just as soon as he has the plug seated deep inside. ] Lan Zhan is so mean, threatening to gag me.
[ He stays there for a moment, ass still on display, working on catching his breath. He shakes his head and turns back to face his phone. ] No. Not yet. I'm just going to leave it inside for now. I want to see you.
Punishment is meant to be threatening. [ Still, the thought of Wei Ying being truly silent and looking up at him with pleading eyes is... actually arousing beyond imagination. Yet Lan Zhan also knows in his heart that he would break down and free Wei Ying upon the slightest indication that he wasn't enjoying it. It's a serious discussion to be had when they're not so aroused and able to think a little more clearly, considering the fact that they'll need to talk about boundaries and safewords.
Groaning when his view changes, he's nevertheless happy to see Wei Ying and his flushed face. Knowing that he is filled and waiting makes Lan Zhan wish he could rush to his side, but he also knows that patience tonight will pay off tomorrow. So he squeezes the base of his cock and gives it a slow, lazy stroke for Wei Ying to see. ] How shall I touch myself?
Would you like to punish me? [ He knows actual punishment isn't something to be enjoyed, but he thinks he'd like it if Lan Zhan did punish him, especially since Wei Ying is terrible at being quiet.
His eyes focus on Lan Zhan's long, elegant fingers, wrapped around the thick length of his cock, and he feels his mouth go dry. Licking over his lips, he has to shake his head, groaning. ] Slow, at first. Like I'm on my knees between your legs, taking you in my mouth, slowly at first. Teasing.
If you are worthy of punishment. I will not do it for pleasure alone. [ That is one thing that he knows about himself, both from self-reflection as well as his research on the internet: Lan Wangji is not a sadist. He would not take pleasure in hurting Wei Ying, nor would he enjoy punishing him without good reason. If it weren't a real punishment, however, he would gladly go along with the ruse if Wei Ying enjoyed it.
His eyes follow the path of Wei Ying's tongue and wish he could chase it with his own. He must have patience, but Wei Ying is the only one to ever make it difficult for him to maintain his composure. Inhaling deeply as Wei Ying instructs him, he exhales slowly and nods. ] Wei Ying always teases.
[ He smiles, perhaps unseen given the steep angle of the camera, he slowly strokes his hand up his length. When he reaches the head, he rubs the pad of his thumb along the slit, smearing pre-come in a circle while imagining the path that Wei Ying's tongue would take. Shuddering with pleasure at even the simple thought, he twists his hand as it moves back down to the base. ]
I wouldn't enjoy that. Not actual, serious punishment. [ Pain isn't something Wei Ying likes. Sure, he eats chilis by the dozen and seeks out the burn of ever-hotter peppers. Likes the feeling of his body stretching around Lan Zhan's fingers and cock. Loves the bites and the marks that his boyfriend leaves on him. None of those things are actually painful, though. ] Playing at it, maybe.
[ He says it with a grin, confident enough in everything they've been doing to know that if he doesn't like it, it won't be an issue.
The smile is unseen, but there's still the hint of it in Lan Zhan's tone, and just thinking about it makes him flush. The fact that he can get Lan Zhan to smile is still incredible to him.
He focuses on watching Lan Zhan's hand, wishing he was there, thinking about how much better it would be to actually feel Lan Zhan's cock in his mouth. Clenching down on the plug inside him, he groans, fingers twitching. ] Lan Zhan. Do you realize how big you are? I love your— well, I love you, every bit of you. But I really love your cock. I still can't take you all the way in my mouth, but we're going to fix that. Move your hand a little faster. For all that I like to tease, I can't do that much of it once I get my mouth on you, too focused on tasting you and making it good.
Nor would I. [ This part of the conversation, if a little awkward, pleases a part of him adjacent to the darker desires. He wants to get to know every secret fantasy that Wei Ying has as well as the boundaries lining said fantasies. Conversations of binding and collaring would mean little without knowing how far his lover wanted to be pushed and when Lan Zhan would need to retreat.
When Wei Ying groans from across the phone, Lan Zhan's hand skids the rest of the way down his length. It's so difficult to be patient when Wei Ying is not at hand to tease, and it makes him feel selfish to wish that they could be together to draw things out farther than they're likely to progress while alone. To combat his greed, he gives himself over to Wei Ying's words, eyes fluttering closed as he takes a shuddering breath and imagines every detail described. ]
Wei Ying. [ Though he has no real basis for comparison, he takes the words at face value. He knows that he's longer and thicker than Wei Ying, but that's never been important where he's concerned. As long as Wei Ying hungers for him, he's perfectly satisfied with the state of his own body. ]
Your mouth is surprisingly small. [ A huff of laughter escapes on his next exhale as his hand obeys Wei Ying's command and sparks pleasure deep in his stomach. ] I wouldn't want to hurt you. Unless you want to choke.
[ 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?
[ 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.
[ 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.
[ 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?
[ Watching Lan Zhan spill into his hand, the wash of pleasure over his face, hearing his voice call out for him makes Wei Ying shudder, a moan of his own escaping his lips as he works his hand over his cock, forcing himself to keep his eyes open so he can watch Lan Zhan. ]
Fuck, Lan Zhan. Do you know how beautiful you are? [ He groans, shifting back and making the plug inside him rock against his prostate. ] Keep talking, I want to hear you, please, I'm so—
[ Even as he's about to say "close," he comes with a groan, spilling over his hand, body shuddering. ]
[ With the afterglow of his orgasm clouding his mind, Lan Zhan struggles to form words to fulfill Wei Ying's request. He's never been as good with speaking as his boyfriend, awkward with how little he expresses himself simply because he tries to find the most succinct way to communicate. Yet Wei Ying inspires more in him, and with his eyes half-lidded and watching his boyfriend fuck himself to completion, Lan Zhan finds more than enough inspiration. ]
My pretty Wei Ying. [ He can tell when his orgasm hits both by sight and sound, familiar with the way he groans with the pleasure after many nights together. ] So good, you did well. I promise I'll be there to do it for you next time.
[ It takes Wei Ying a minute to return to his body and for his mind to come back online, but he manages to catch Lan Zhan's words, the sound of his voice and the promise in them making him grin. ] We will be together next time.
[ His eyes go a little hazy, thinking about that, before he refocuses on his phone, grabbing it with his clean hand and bringing it closer to his face. ] Need to make that soon, though. Not sure how much longer I can hold out, not touching you.
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[ He stays there for a moment, ass still on display, working on catching his breath. He shakes his head and turns back to face his phone. ] No. Not yet. I'm just going to leave it inside for now. I want to see you.
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Groaning when his view changes, he's nevertheless happy to see Wei Ying and his flushed face. Knowing that he is filled and waiting makes Lan Zhan wish he could rush to his side, but he also knows that patience tonight will pay off tomorrow. So he squeezes the base of his cock and gives it a slow, lazy stroke for Wei Ying to see. ] How shall I touch myself?
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His eyes focus on Lan Zhan's long, elegant fingers, wrapped around the thick length of his cock, and he feels his mouth go dry. Licking over his lips, he has to shake his head, groaning. ] Slow, at first. Like I'm on my knees between your legs, taking you in my mouth, slowly at first. Teasing.
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His eyes follow the path of Wei Ying's tongue and wish he could chase it with his own. He must have patience, but Wei Ying is the only one to ever make it difficult for him to maintain his composure. Inhaling deeply as Wei Ying instructs him, he exhales slowly and nods. ] Wei Ying always teases.
[ He smiles, perhaps unseen given the steep angle of the camera, he slowly strokes his hand up his length. When he reaches the head, he rubs the pad of his thumb along the slit, smearing pre-come in a circle while imagining the path that Wei Ying's tongue would take. Shuddering with pleasure at even the simple thought, he twists his hand as it moves back down to the base. ]
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[ He says it with a grin, confident enough in everything they've been doing to know that if he doesn't like it, it won't be an issue.
The smile is unseen, but there's still the hint of it in Lan Zhan's tone, and just thinking about it makes him flush. The fact that he can get Lan Zhan to smile is still incredible to him.
He focuses on watching Lan Zhan's hand, wishing he was there, thinking about how much better it would be to actually feel Lan Zhan's cock in his mouth. Clenching down on the plug inside him, he groans, fingers twitching. ] Lan Zhan. Do you realize how big you are? I love your— well, I love you, every bit of you. But I really love your cock. I still can't take you all the way in my mouth, but we're going to fix that. Move your hand a little faster. For all that I like to tease, I can't do that much of it once I get my mouth on you, too focused on tasting you and making it good.
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When Wei Ying groans from across the phone, Lan Zhan's hand skids the rest of the way down his length. It's so difficult to be patient when Wei Ying is not at hand to tease, and it makes him feel selfish to wish that they could be together to draw things out farther than they're likely to progress while alone. To combat his greed, he gives himself over to Wei Ying's words, eyes fluttering closed as he takes a shuddering breath and imagines every detail described. ]
Wei Ying. [ Though he has no real basis for comparison, he takes the words at face value. He knows that he's longer and thicker than Wei Ying, but that's never been important where he's concerned. As long as Wei Ying hungers for him, he's perfectly satisfied with the state of his own body. ]
Your mouth is surprisingly small. [ A huff of laughter escapes on his next exhale as his hand obeys Wei Ying's command and sparks pleasure deep in his stomach. ] I wouldn't want to hurt you. Unless you want to choke.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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?
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Fuck, Lan Zhan. Do you know how beautiful you are? [ He groans, shifting back and making the plug inside him rock against his prostate. ] Keep talking, I want to hear you, please, I'm so—
[ Even as he's about to say "close," he comes with a groan, spilling over his hand, body shuddering. ]
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My pretty Wei Ying. [ He can tell when his orgasm hits both by sight and sound, familiar with the way he groans with the pleasure after many nights together. ] So good, you did well. I promise I'll be there to do it for you next time.
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[ His eyes go a little hazy, thinking about that, before he refocuses on his phone, grabbing it with his clean hand and bringing it closer to his face. ] Need to make that soon, though. Not sure how much longer I can hold out, not touching you.