It's official, then. Boyfriend. [ He smirks as he says it, leaning in to brush his lips over Lan Zhan's once more before pulling back, moving his hands to Lan Zhan's shoulders. ] I like the sound of that.
[ He gets to say that now, call Lan Zhan his boyfriend. Despite his flippancy about it, he is glad it's been brought up. The thought of sharing — Wei Ying's always been a little greedy with the things he likes. ]
What's shameless between two lovers, hmm? [ He asks it quietly, gaze teasing; he's completely ready to throw himself into Lan Zhan's arms and do more than just kiss. But if Lan Zhan wants to wait, he can be patient. A little. ]
[ Simply hearing Wei Ying say the word, boyfriend, sets something ablaze in him. It doesn't help that he quickly follows it up with such a scandalous word like "lovers," making Lan Zhan lean in to press a firm kiss to his lips before he can say anything else. His grip on Wei Ying's hips tightens, holding him close as he groans into the kiss he's so quickly initiated despite his internal dilemma. ]
Lovers. [ He bites at Wei Ying's lip and then releases it to press their foreheads together, unable to part from him even though he needs to think and speak. ] Do you want that? I respect you, Wei Ying, I can wait to court you properly.
You're not going to stop respecting me once we fuck, are you? [ It's a theoretical question— Lan Zhan wouldn't do something so shallow or indecent. ] As I said earlier, we've been on plenty of dates.
[ He spends more time with Lan Zhan than anyone else in his life, including his family, and Lan Zhan features prominently in most of the anecdotes he shares with friends and coworkers.
He slips his hands from Lan Zhan's shoulders to wrap around his waist, deft fingers finding his back pockets and slipping into them. ] Lan Zhan. Take me to bed.
[ If his restraint hadn't already been hanging on by a thread, Wei Ying's demand would have destroyed it entirely. Without a word, Lan Zhan moves his hands down to hook beneath the backs of Wei Ying's thighs to heft him up and into his arms. Encouraging his legs to wrap around his waist, he takes advantage of the new angle to kiss along the column of Wei Ying's neck and down to his shoulder, biting at the junction. He's been in this apartment often enough to navigate it without looking, but he purposefully runs into a wall to pin Wei Ying in place for a moment. ]
Wei Ying. [ He groans and presses more open-mouthed kisses to his neck. ] Wei Ying, I've wanted you forever.
Lan Zhan— [ He laughs, breathless, as Lan Zhan picks him up. His strength has always been impressive, but feeling his hands on his thighs and pressed against him is hot. More arousing than he expected.
Wei Ying wraps his legs around him, tangling his hands in his hair and doing his best to roll his hips, even as he's pinned in place against the wall. ] Fuck, I want you so badly. Do you know how hot you are? All the time, but especially like this. C'mon, Gege, fuck me.
[ The fingers in his hair draw a groan from Lan Zhan, eyes closing against the pleasure such a simple touch brings. Wei Ying has always been the one to touch him where others wouldn't find it appropriate, but even with all of those interactions to feed him after a touch-starved childhood, nothing can compare to having his entire body pressed up against Wei Ying now. ]
Shameless. [ Whether he's referring to the roll of his hips, use of title, dirty words, or all three—even Lan Zhan isn't sure. He loves it, despite his chiding, and meets Wei Ying's eager hips with a push of his own. Rather than prolonging the moment or replying, he finds Wei Ying's lips again and continues the progress to the bedroom. Taking Wei Ying against the wall will have to wait for another time, and isn't that such a heady thing? To know that he can have Wei Ying like this again and again, losing himself in the man he can now call his lover.
Once he makes it to the bedroom, he gently sets Wei Ying down on his bed rather than giving in to the temptation of throwing him down and ravishing him. Slowly. Carefully. The first time should progress with all the love he has in his heart for the man beneath him. ] Gorgeous. [ His eyes heat up as he realizes he'd said the word out loud, head tucking into Wei Ying's neck to kiss him there and avoid his eyes for a moment while he tries to fight the embarrassment. ] All the time, but especially like this.
[ Wei Ying likes people and likes touching people, easily, readily affectionate. But there's no one he likes touching more than Lan Zhan, even just a simple hug or grabbing his arm or leaning against him. And now he gets to, all the time.
Trying not to jump Lan Zhan in public will be a testament to his nonexistent patience.
He can't really reply to Lan Zhan's 'Shameless' comment, but it's fine because he's got Lan Zhan's lips against his and isn't that better than talking? Every time Wei Ying starts to say something ridiculous, he's just going to turn to his boyfriend and demand kisses.
The gentleness isn't surprising, really; he knows that Lan Zhan has the type of control that Wei Ying can't manage. If it were left up to him, they'd be a crumpled heap on the couch, all frantic motion and clumsy hands. But it's Lan Zhan, who calls him gorgeous and then gets embarrassed. Wei Ying laughs, wrapping his arms around him. ] Stealing my words, you're the shameless one here, using them against me. Do you know what you do to me like this? I want you to fuck — [ and he wavers, shaking his head ] — make love to me. There's nothing to be embarrassed about here.
[ Despite being engrained with a sense of decorum from his family, Lan Zhan considers propriety as playing second fiddle to the full force of Wei Ying. There is no hope for him to deny any sort of touch that his best friend—boyfriend—may wish to lavish him with nor a reason to refuse any number of demands for kisses, whether it be one or one-hundred. And while the couch had been on his mind, or even the kitchen counter, there is something to be said for having enough patience to make sure they took one another's virginity in the comfort of a good bed.
Lan Zhan groans and then finds his breath stolen away. Make love to me. He can feel his blood boiling in his veins, skin sizzling from the electricity coming off of Wei Ying beneath him. There's nothing to be embarrassed about, not even a lack of knowledge or experience, because all that matters is that they're in love and they're going to remove any barriers between their bodies tonight. ]
Make love with you. [ He leans up and away to smile down at Wei Ying—not the guarded, half-dawned thing that he will resort to around others. This smile is a full sunrise inspired by the man beneath him, someone how knows more of Lan Zhan than even his own family, perhaps even himself. Now that he has no secret love to carry, he feels the freedom of complete honesty. ]
[ Oh no, Wei Ying thinks, watching that smile spread across Lan Zhan's face.
Lan Zhan is gorgeous in a way Wei Ying can't put into words, stunning and hot and completely oblivious to his own looks, elegant and restrained. Individual pieces of him are beautiful; together, he takes Wei Ying's breath away. This smile makes him even more beautiful, which Wei Ying didn't know was possible. His breath catches in his throat, heart thumping in his chest.
Wei Ying would never say he's all that possessive, but he finds, in this moment, that he's thankful Lan Zhan keeps his emotions close to his heart and rarely smiles. It's incredibly selfish, but he wants to be the only one to see that smile. He swallows past a lump in his throat and laughs, the sound shaky. ] I love you, Lan Zhan.
[ He has to bite down on his tongue to keep from asking Lan Zhan to marry him right then and there. Dating first. That's important. And he distracts himself from that thought by reaching down, tugging at the hem of Lan Zhan's shirt. ] Off. Let me see you.
[ If Lan Zhan knew of those possessive thoughts, he would be quick to reassure Wei Ying that he is the only reason for such smiles to exist. Lan Zhan's life is far from tragic, but there is nothing in it that can make him as happy as Wei Ying can. Even now, three little words are enough to make his eyes soften as he dips closer to kiss Wei Ying. ] Love you, Wei Ying.
[ Humming once in agreement, Lan Zhan leans up and tugs his shirt off without bothering with the buttons. The fact that he lets it fall to the floor will hopefully be enough to show his impatience, the same thing that urges him to pull off Wei Ying's shirt as well. He pauses then to look down at the bare expanse of his torso, suddenly uncertain with how to progress. All of his knowledge comes from very guilty forays into pornography, and even then he knew that they weren't realistic portrayals.
He clears his throat and reaches down, hands tentatively spreading over Wei Ying's chest. ] Should I touch here?
[ Wei Ying has seen Lan Zhan shirtless before, so it's not like he isn't aware of the breadth of his shoulders and his muscular torso, but there's a very big difference between seeing Lan Zhan change his shirt and seeing Lan Zhan strip his shirt off, baring himself to Wei Ying's eyes.
He's gorgeous, but then, Wei Ying hadn't expected anything more. He's so busy staring, barely even blinking when Lan Zhan strips off his shirt as well, that it takes a moment for him to parse what Lan Zhan's question. ]
You can touch me anywhere you like. [ Likewise, most of his knowledge comes from pornography and personal explorations, although he feels a little more confident sliding his hands over Lan Zhan's shoulders and around to his back, squeezing. ] If I don't like it, I'll tell you, but I assure you, I'm going to love your hands on me, anywhere you want to put them. What do you like?
[ Lan Zhan, still frozen, finds himself arching his back up and into the touch of Wei Ying's hands. They melt away some of his panic and embolden him to touch in return, pinching both of Wei Ying's nipples with a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity. Could a man really enjoy such things? In his guilty explorations of his own body, he'd found his chest to be far from sensitive, at least beneath his own fingers. ]
Mn, okay. [ He leans in to kiss the side of Wei Ying's neck, confident he'll enjoy that as he had earlier in the kitchen. ] I... like Wei Ying.
[ Groaning at his own reply, he buries his face closer to the crook of Wei Ying's neck and tries to escape the dangers of retreating into his own mind. He's fantasized about this moment for what feels like a lifetime, but now that he has Wei Ying beneath him, he still struggles to know the correct course of action. It's not as if he can tie him up on their first night together. ] Don't know, I was not creative when masturbating.
[ Nipples have never been a thing that Wei Ying's paid attention to. He has them, he knows other people have them, but he's never paid attention to them. Now, however, with Lan Zhan's hands on him, with him pinching them, Wei Ying is incredibly thankful for whatever evolutionary advantage gave them nipples. He gasps, arching up into Lan Zhan's hands. ] Again. More.
[ Between Lan Zhan's hands on his nipples and mouth on his neck, he feels almost overwhelmed, but in a good way. ] Okay. Not creative. That's fine. Good, actually, we'll explore each other. God, I can't believe I get to do this, get to put my hands on you and—
[ He cuts himself off by pressing his lips to Lan Zhan's shoulder, one hand tracing down his back to his ass, squeezing it through his pants. He hums against his shoulder, pressing kisses there, and rocking up against his boyfriend. ]
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[ He gets to say that now, call Lan Zhan his boyfriend. Despite his flippancy about it, he is glad it's been brought up. The thought of sharing — Wei Ying's always been a little greedy with the things he likes. ]
What's shameless between two lovers, hmm? [ He asks it quietly, gaze teasing; he's completely ready to throw himself into Lan Zhan's arms and do more than just kiss. But if Lan Zhan wants to wait, he can be patient. A little. ]
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Lovers. [ He bites at Wei Ying's lip and then releases it to press their foreheads together, unable to part from him even though he needs to think and speak. ] Do you want that? I respect you, Wei Ying, I can wait to court you properly.
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[ He spends more time with Lan Zhan than anyone else in his life, including his family, and Lan Zhan features prominently in most of the anecdotes he shares with friends and coworkers.
He slips his hands from Lan Zhan's shoulders to wrap around his waist, deft fingers finding his back pockets and slipping into them. ] Lan Zhan. Take me to bed.
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[ If his restraint hadn't already been hanging on by a thread, Wei Ying's demand would have destroyed it entirely. Without a word, Lan Zhan moves his hands down to hook beneath the backs of Wei Ying's thighs to heft him up and into his arms. Encouraging his legs to wrap around his waist, he takes advantage of the new angle to kiss along the column of Wei Ying's neck and down to his shoulder, biting at the junction. He's been in this apartment often enough to navigate it without looking, but he purposefully runs into a wall to pin Wei Ying in place for a moment. ]
Wei Ying. [ He groans and presses more open-mouthed kisses to his neck. ] Wei Ying, I've wanted you forever.
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Wei Ying wraps his legs around him, tangling his hands in his hair and doing his best to roll his hips, even as he's pinned in place against the wall. ] Fuck, I want you so badly. Do you know how hot you are? All the time, but especially like this. C'mon, Gege, fuck me.
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Shameless. [ Whether he's referring to the roll of his hips, use of title, dirty words, or all three—even Lan Zhan isn't sure. He loves it, despite his chiding, and meets Wei Ying's eager hips with a push of his own. Rather than prolonging the moment or replying, he finds Wei Ying's lips again and continues the progress to the bedroom. Taking Wei Ying against the wall will have to wait for another time, and isn't that such a heady thing? To know that he can have Wei Ying like this again and again, losing himself in the man he can now call his lover.
Once he makes it to the bedroom, he gently sets Wei Ying down on his bed rather than giving in to the temptation of throwing him down and ravishing him. Slowly. Carefully. The first time should progress with all the love he has in his heart for the man beneath him. ] Gorgeous. [ His eyes heat up as he realizes he'd said the word out loud, head tucking into Wei Ying's neck to kiss him there and avoid his eyes for a moment while he tries to fight the embarrassment. ] All the time, but especially like this.
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Trying not to jump Lan Zhan in public will be a testament to his nonexistent patience.
He can't really reply to Lan Zhan's 'Shameless' comment, but it's fine because he's got Lan Zhan's lips against his and isn't that better than talking? Every time Wei Ying starts to say something ridiculous, he's just going to turn to his boyfriend and demand kisses.
The gentleness isn't surprising, really; he knows that Lan Zhan has the type of control that Wei Ying can't manage. If it were left up to him, they'd be a crumpled heap on the couch, all frantic motion and clumsy hands. But it's Lan Zhan, who calls him gorgeous and then gets embarrassed. Wei Ying laughs, wrapping his arms around him. ] Stealing my words, you're the shameless one here, using them against me. Do you know what you do to me like this? I want you to fuck — [ and he wavers, shaking his head ] — make love to me. There's nothing to be embarrassed about here.
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Lan Zhan groans and then finds his breath stolen away. Make love to me. He can feel his blood boiling in his veins, skin sizzling from the electricity coming off of Wei Ying beneath him. There's nothing to be embarrassed about, not even a lack of knowledge or experience, because all that matters is that they're in love and they're going to remove any barriers between their bodies tonight. ]
Make love with you. [ He leans up and away to smile down at Wei Ying—not the guarded, half-dawned thing that he will resort to around others. This smile is a full sunrise inspired by the man beneath him, someone how knows more of Lan Zhan than even his own family, perhaps even himself. Now that he has no secret love to carry, he feels the freedom of complete honesty. ]
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Lan Zhan is gorgeous in a way Wei Ying can't put into words, stunning and hot and completely oblivious to his own looks, elegant and restrained. Individual pieces of him are beautiful; together, he takes Wei Ying's breath away. This smile makes him even more beautiful, which Wei Ying didn't know was possible. His breath catches in his throat, heart thumping in his chest.
Wei Ying would never say he's all that possessive, but he finds, in this moment, that he's thankful Lan Zhan keeps his emotions close to his heart and rarely smiles. It's incredibly selfish, but he wants to be the only one to see that smile. He swallows past a lump in his throat and laughs, the sound shaky. ] I love you, Lan Zhan.
[ He has to bite down on his tongue to keep from asking Lan Zhan to marry him right then and there. Dating first. That's important. And he distracts himself from that thought by reaching down, tugging at the hem of Lan Zhan's shirt. ] Off. Let me see you.
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[ Humming once in agreement, Lan Zhan leans up and tugs his shirt off without bothering with the buttons. The fact that he lets it fall to the floor will hopefully be enough to show his impatience, the same thing that urges him to pull off Wei Ying's shirt as well. He pauses then to look down at the bare expanse of his torso, suddenly uncertain with how to progress. All of his knowledge comes from very guilty forays into pornography, and even then he knew that they weren't realistic portrayals.
He clears his throat and reaches down, hands tentatively spreading over Wei Ying's chest. ] Should I touch here?
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He's gorgeous, but then, Wei Ying hadn't expected anything more. He's so busy staring, barely even blinking when Lan Zhan strips off his shirt as well, that it takes a moment for him to parse what Lan Zhan's question. ]
You can touch me anywhere you like. [ Likewise, most of his knowledge comes from pornography and personal explorations, although he feels a little more confident sliding his hands over Lan Zhan's shoulders and around to his back, squeezing. ] If I don't like it, I'll tell you, but I assure you, I'm going to love your hands on me, anywhere you want to put them. What do you like?
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Mn, okay. [ He leans in to kiss the side of Wei Ying's neck, confident he'll enjoy that as he had earlier in the kitchen. ] I... like Wei Ying.
[ Groaning at his own reply, he buries his face closer to the crook of Wei Ying's neck and tries to escape the dangers of retreating into his own mind. He's fantasized about this moment for what feels like a lifetime, but now that he has Wei Ying beneath him, he still struggles to know the correct course of action. It's not as if he can tie him up on their first night together. ] Don't know, I was not creative when masturbating.
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[ Between Lan Zhan's hands on his nipples and mouth on his neck, he feels almost overwhelmed, but in a good way. ] Okay. Not creative. That's fine. Good, actually, we'll explore each other. God, I can't believe I get to do this, get to put my hands on you and—
[ He cuts himself off by pressing his lips to Lan Zhan's shoulder, one hand tracing down his back to his ass, squeezing it through his pants. He hums against his shoulder, pressing kisses there, and rocking up against his boyfriend. ]