[ 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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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.