[ 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! [ 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.