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The opportunity arose on an inconsequential Friday evening in the middle of a particularly warm spring.

Lan Zhan had a certain reputation amongst the queer community of his university— a fantastic lay people only get to experience once. It's been a not-so-silent understanding between all of his previous partners that it was well worth the heartbreak of not getting another chance. As bad as it felt to admit, Lan Zhan did not care what his partners thought. He was there for two reasons only.

Reason number one: to practice becoming the best lover for Wei Ying.

Reason number two: to get off as much as possible to avoid claiming Wei Ying randomly in public.

See, Lan Zhan had a problem. He was madly, desperately, head over heels in love with his best friend, Wei Ying. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. Anyone with eyes could see that Wei Ying was also madly, desperately, head over heels in love with Lan Zhan.

The problem was that, for some unknown reason, Wei Ying was convinced that he was straight.

But that Friday night Lan Zhan saw a golden light shining through the darkness of his horny prison of unrequited desire. Well, not completely unrequited, but it was close enough.

Lan Zhan received an invitation from Nie Huaisang for one of his monthly key parties. The catch? This time, the party was for singles to hook up with each other. He was single. So was Wei Ying. And it would be so easy to get his precious A-Ying to go to the party.

As brilliant as Lan Zhan's best friend was, he was utterly oblivious to anything regarding romance or sex. There was absolutely no way that he would have heard of a key party before. It was the perfect plan.

Once Wei Ying felt the full force of Lan Zhan's affection for him, he would give up the ridiculous notion that he could ever possibly want anyone else. Once Wei Ying accepted his feelings, he would make sure that Wei Ying would never have to room with his annoying brother ever again.

In the end, inviting Wei Ying was even easier than Lan Zhan had originally anticipated. They always ate their lunch together at Wei Ying's insistence, under the proclamation that they didn't see each other nearly enough since he had switched from business to art. One meal together a day is now a new rule Lan Zhan has added to his daily rituals.

Lan Zhan had been more than happy to oblige.

That day, Wei Ying was running late (as was usual for him) and when he plopped down in his seat across from Lan Zhan, his face was adorably pink from the exertion of running across campus.

"Lan Zhan! Ah, sorry I'm late. Again. You would never believe what happened to me on the way here!" And with that, Wei Ying launched into a tale of how he had been cornered by yet another girl, batting her eyelashes and flirting with him as if she actually had a chance.

Not that Wei Ying saw it that way, of course. No, they way Wei Ying told the story you would think this poor girl had actually lost her notes from class and needed Wei Ying's notes so that she wouldn't fail.

So, obviously, Wei Ying had offered her his phone number instead. "To help her, Lan Zhan! Art history can get really complicated. If she can't even keep track of her notes, how can she keep track of all that information?"

"Wei Ying," Lan Zhan spoke as he finished his meal. He was pleased to note that his voice remained calm and neutral, displaying not even a hint of the jealousy and rage currently raging within him.

Cocking his head, Wei Ying stopped mid-sentence, dumpling caught between the tips of his chopsticks. He gave Lan Zhan a curious little smile that made Lan Zhan's heart stutter just a little. "Yeah? Am I talking too much, er-gege? You want me to wait until I finish? Or did you want a bite?" He offered his chopsticks to Lan Zhan, and for a moment, he was tempted. He would gladly suffer through the meat and the spice just for the chance to have his lips touch the same place on those sticks that had touched Wei Ying's tongue.

But he shook his head. He would wait. Soon he would taste Wei Ying's saliva for real. So very soon.

"I am going to a party tonight." Lan Zhan paused, purposefully shifting in his seat and letting his eyes flit across the table as if uncertain of how to continue. He then furrowed his brow as deep as he could manage and waited for Wei Ying to take the bait. It didn't take long at all.

Wei Ying's entire face lit up, and he dropped the dumpling back into his Tupperware container. "No way. A party? Like… a party party? Or do you mean one of those stuffy dinner thingies that you go to for your brother's work?" He was practically vibrating in his seat; he was simply that thrilled by the mere thought of Lan Zhan at a party.

Lan Zhan hummed and pulled out his phone to show Wei Ying the invitation that Nie Huaisang had sent him. As was typical for the younger Nie, the invitation was classy and discreet. His eyes followed Wei Ying's tongue as he licked his lips while reading.

Then, Wei Ying's brows crinkled in confusion for a moment before smoothing back out. "You are going to a key party? Is this like a thing you do? A service that you offer or something?"

Lan Zhan felt his ears heat at the accidental insinuation, but it was clear what Wei Ying thought as he looked at the invitation. Wei Ying enjoyed drinking—Lan Zhan constantly got on Wei Ying about being safe and having a sober driver whenever he went out drinking. His sweet, adorable Wei Ying must have looked at this invitation that mentioned only bringing your keys to put into a bowl and assumed that this was a safety precaution.

How utterly and infuriatingly cute.

But this was exactly what Lan Zhan needed for his plan to come to fruition, so he simply hummed and let Wei Ying infer whatever he wished.

"No way. I have to see this. I'm coming with you. What's the dress code like? Why wasn't I invited in the first place? Is this because SangSang and A-Cheng are fighting again? Why the hell am I always in the middle of this stuff?" Wei Ying ranted for a little while, obviously actually upset that Huaisang himself did not invite him directly, but Lan Zhan knew that Wei Ying would move on from this small hurt quickly.

Especially once he learned the truth behind the party itself.

Lan Zhan knew that Wei Ying only hadn't been invited because despite all Wei Ying's flirting and his big talk about being a player, Wei Ying was a virgin. Nie Huaisang was simply being a good friend by respecting this for Wei Ying and allowing him to continue his charade.

Predictably, lunch ended with Wei Ying sitting on Lan Zhan's lap. "For comfort, Lan Zhan! My poor heart has been wounded by my second-best friend! I need my actual bestie to help me out!"

Equally predictable, Lan Zhan was forced to jerk off in the restroom just outside of the cafeteria as soon as lunch had ended. It wasn't his fault, not really. How could he be blamed for how his mind had wandered to things that he and Wei Ying could do in that exact same position in just a few hours?

To make things even worse, Wei Ying had taken it upon himself to send Lan Zhan half-dressed pictures of himself as he tried to put together an outfit for the party. Lan Zhan waited to choose his own outfit until he saw Wei Ying's final product. He wanted to attempt to match him as closely as possible, to prove his devotion to the other man through his clothing choices.

In the end, Wei Ying had ended up with a tight crimson button-up and the smallest pair of skinny jeans that he owned. The ones that made his already delectable ass practically scream "BITE ME!" at Lan Zhan.

To match, Lan Zhan chose the shirt he had worn to his brother's welcome party at his new law firm. The shirt had been tailored to him over a year ago, and Lan Zhan had grown much more muscular since, making this shirt obscenely tight across his pectorals. He would normally never wear this out in public, but it had the same energy as the shirt that showed off the small pricks of Wei Ying's nipples. He put on his usual slacks, not sure if he had pants to match the salaciousness of Wei Ying's jeans, and also wanting something that would be easy to remove in a rush.

By the time that Lan Zhan arrived at the Nie Mansion, his entire body was thrumming with the knowledge that tonight he would finally get to fuck Wei Ying, and he could not keep his dick fully soft. He took out his plain keyring with simply his apartment key, a key to the Lan Home, a key to his Tesla, and the little bunny key chain that Wei Ying had bought him the very first year that they had met, and dropped it into the bowl set aside for them.

Huaisang smirked at him and made a show of "memorizing" Lan Zhan's keys. He knew it was fake. They had slept together once when they were younger and discovering themselves. It had been awkward and uncomfortable, and both agreed not to talk about it ever again. Not that anything had been technically bad—it was just that they both clearly preferred to be in the more dominant position, so their interests did not align.

This was not something that he would need to worry about with Wei Ying. Wei Ying was born to be submissive, especially for Lan Zhan.

Wei Ying may love to act like he would be in charge in the bedroom, but his body's natural responses and his actions around Lan Zhan begged to differ. Wei Ying had a tendency to melt into Lan Zhan at the slightest provocation. And most of the time that they were together, Wei Ying would inevitably end up directly in his best friend's lap, nuzzling his face into Lan Zhan's neck.

Then there were Wei Ying's pupils dilating whenever Lan Zhan ordered him to do something. It didn't matter what it was; Wei Ying's body would always respond positively to Lan Zhan's influence.

People began to pour into the mansion, but Lan Zhan paid them no mind. Many of his previous conquests notably got excited when they noticed his presence. Given the nature of this party, in theory it meant that they would have a chance at another night in Lan Zhan's bed.

Only he knew that there was absolutely no chance that he would take anyone else home that night, or ever again.

Wei Ying's arrival was loud. Partially from the actual volume that Nie Huaisang greeted him with, and partially just from the amount of attention that he drew. Lan Zhan was not the only person who noticed the perfection that was Wei Ying's body. Every single attendee's eyes followed his lithe form as he made his way through the foyer to get to the now-full key bowl.

Lan Zhan made a show of going to greet the man he had invited, when in reality he wanted to catch sight of which key ring Wei Ying had chosen for the evening. Tonight was his skull collection, it seemed. Keychains of human skulls, crow skulls and other various critters joined the many keys on the ring. Lan Zhan committed every single item to memory to ensure his plan would go without a hitch.

Wei Ying greeted Lan Zhan excitedly before Nie Huaisang whisked him away to the kitchen to get him a drink, and also most likely to ask him what he was doing here. Lan Zhan let them go off on their own. He knew Huaisang well enough to trust that he would enjoy the show too much to fill Wei Ying in on what exactly a key party was.

Lan Zhan waited patiently in the living room for the main event. He had already waited for his chance with Wei Ying for years, so a little more time waiting would not be a big deal. No matter how long it took, there was only one ending for the evening: Wei Ying naked in Lan Zhan's bed.

Finally, Wei Ying was guided into the room, and he instantly slid to Lan Zhan's side, handing him a glass of water. Lan Zhan hummed his appreciation and took a sip of the water, making a show of looking around at all the other people in the room to avoid openly staring at Wei Ying.

If Lan Zhan had thought that his best friend looked incredible from his blurry pictures earlier, it had nothing on the vision that the man made in person. Wei Ying had even put on some sort of spicy-sweet cologne that had Lan Zhan's mouth watering. Maybe he would not remain as patient as he would like after all.

"I barely recognize anyone here. This is so weird. How does Huaisang always know so many people?" Wei Ying sipped his beer and scouted out their fellow party-goers. He caught the eye of someone they both knew well, and Lan Zhan had to bite back a growl as Luo Qingyang waved at them and made her way over. He liked Luo Qingyang just fine, but he still couldn't get over the fact that Wei Ying had once entertained the idea of asking her out. She also might accidentally reveal the intentions of the party before Lan Zhan was ready for Wei Ying to find out.

"Oh, Wei Ying! I'm surprised to see you here. I didn't think this was your scene." She laughed. Her voice was always so sweet and melodic, and again Lan Zhan worried that Wei Ying would fall back under her spell.

"Are you kidding? This is exactly my kind of scene. Honestly, Mianmian. We've been friends for how long? Do you not know me at all? I'm wounded." Wei Ying put a hand to his chest and stumbled as if he'd been struck.

Luo Qingyang giggled again and shook her head fondly. "If you say so." She glanced at Lan Zhan and raised an eyebrow at him. "I take it you invited this gremlin?" Lan Zhan nodded as Wei Ying protested his nickname. "Well, then. I will leave you both to it. Good luck!"

Her eyes locked onto Lan Zhan's at that last bit.

When Luo Qingyang walked away to talk to a man who could probably hold his own in a wrestling contest with Nie Mingjue, Lan Zhan let out the breath that he had not even realized he had been holding.

Wei Ying gave him a strange look, but continued to drink his beer and people watch for now instead of bringing up whatever that was. Another man came up to talk to Wei Ying, and Lan Zhan recognized him from a hookup a few months ago. He shot the man a glare and took a possessive step closer to Wei Ying.

Wei Ying tilted his head up a small amount to meet Lan Zhan's eyes, and he smiled. "Already getting bothered by all the people around, er-gege? Do you need your Wei Ying to protect you?"

Lan Zhan licked his lips as his eyes dropped to that damn mole under Wei Ying's bottom lip. He hummed to avoid lying again. Wei Ying seemingly noticed nothing and instead pressed himself against Lan Zhan's side. An arm then came up to wrap around Lan Zhan's shoulders, and he felt his body pulled in even closer.

Wei Ying leaned in again, his face so close to Lan Zhan's that their cheeks brushed momentarily before Wei Ying whispered into his ear, "Don't worry, er-gege. I'm yours for the entire night."

Lan Zhan trembled with need, but he held himself back. Oh, Wei Ying had absolutely no clue just how true that statement really was. He had absolutely no idea what was in store for him tonight. But Lan Zhan did. He had thought about this moment for years.

Finally, Nie Huaisang returned to the living room, bowl of keys in hand. "Hello, my slutty little bitches. The time has come! Remember the rules: no looking at the keys when you pick. And if you pull keys and only want one partner this time, go ahead and remove your own as well. Other than that, have fun and be safe!"

As difficult as it was, Lan Zhan removed Wei Ying's arm from around him and walked steadily and assuredly towards Huaisang and the bowl. He was known by most of the people there, and those that didn't were intimidated enough to back away and allow Lan Zhan to go first. He avoided the knowing look Huaisang threw at him and reached into the bowl of keys. He turned his face away and closed his eyes, proving to everyone around that he wasn't cheating. He moved his fingers through the keys with one specific goal in mind.

Eventually his finger brushed against something almost spherical, but not quite. He touched every nook and crevice of the object, mapping out each detail through touch alone. It was a skull; he was sure of it. He closed his fingers around the skull and felt along the ring attached to it for more information. He needed to be absolutely sure that this keyring was the right one. And it was Wei Ying's—it was the skull of a raven.

No one else had brought anything even remotely similar.

Confident in his acquisition, Lan Zhan brought his hand out of the bowl and held the key ring up for everyone in the room to see before he looked at it himself. It was Wei Ying's key ring, just as he'd suspected. He kept his face blank, wanting to look as though he isn't sure who the keys could possibly belong to. A ridiculous notion given that he and Wei Ying had been best friends for almost 6 years at this point.

There's a shocked gasp from across the room, and Lan Zhan looked over in time to see a bright, wide smile on Wei Ying's face as he shouted, "Lan-er-gege! You've got my keys! What are the chances?" Wei Ying's genuine delight shone on his face as he started coming up to where both Lan Zhan and Nie Huaisang stood.

"Hm. Yes. What are the chances?" Nie Huaisang muttered under his breath before holding the bowl closer to Lan Zhan again. "Here. I don't know for sure, but I have a feeling you want to remove your keys from the bowl now."

By the time Lan Zhan found and reclaimed his own keys, Wei Ying had caught up to them, still beaming and confident in whatever his ridiculous mind had conjured up as an explanation for this whole setup.

In true Wei Ying fashion, he leapt into Lan Zhan's arms. "You will take such good care of me, Lan Zhan. Won't you? My Lan-er-gege would never let anything hurt his Wei Ying, would he?" With a pretty smile, he fluttered his lashes and linked his fingers together behind Lan Zhan's head.

Voice thickened in his throat with need, Lan Zhan managed a simple, "Mn."

"Oh, I'm glad that it was you. You should have seen the look on everyone's faces. Everyone wanted you to pick them." Wei Ying then turned his attention to the crowd. "My Lan Zhan is the best, isn't he?"

Lan Zhan tensed as Wei Ying's thoughtless words went straight to his cock. This was precisely the problem with Wei Ying—the things that he would say about Lan Zhan made anyone think they were a couple. Calling Lan Zhan his, claiming that he himself belonged to Lan Zhan… It was enough to drive anyone mad. And Lan Zhan had been mad for years.

"Mm. I will take care of Wei Ying." He took advantage of having Wei Ying's arms practically around his neck and reached down to grab at his "straight" best friend's ass. He paused for a moment to appreciate how perfectly the globes of Wei Ying's cheeks fit into his hands, before he lifted the man up and carried him towards the front door.

Wei Ying let out an adorable little yip of surprise but went along with it easily. He even snuggled deeper into Lan Zhan's body and clung to him without a hint of hesitation. It was all too much.

The second they made it into the empty foyer, Lan Zhan turned and pressed Wei Ying's body up against the wall.

Wei Ying gasped, and his pupils dilated as he looked up in shock. "Lan Zhan! Wha—?"

Without waiting to allow Wei Ying to finish speaking, Lan Zhan dove in to capture Wei Ying's perfect lips with his own. His mind screamed at him to stop and wait and stick to his original plan. He had wanted to give Wei Ying the chance to drink a little more first—not enough to be truly inebriated, but enough to push his inhibitions aside just a little.

Regardless of how much he tried to resist, Wei Ying was too much for him, and his plans had been tossed into the wind.

Now there was only the feel of soft, plush lips parting under his onslaught. The taste of Wei Ying's beer and something that was innately Wei Ying. And most of all, the sound of Wei Ying's shock slowly turning into pleasure.

In the end, Wei Ying didn't even protest the kiss all that much. At first he had been frozen in shock, but as soon as Lan Zhan's tongue had forced his lips apart to plunge into his waiting mouth, he had begun to wriggle. His attempts to pull away had been so weak that Lan Zhan knew his heart wasn't really in it.

Eagerly, he deepened the kiss. He tilted his head down and ran his tongue along Wei Ying's teeth before flicking lightly against Wei Ying's own tongue. He drank in every little sound that left Wei Ying's throat as he used the leverage of the wall behind Wei Ying's back to lift one hand up against his slender neck.

That motion triggered something in Wei Ying, and soon Lan Zhan felt Wei Ying kiss him back. His tongue was sucked back into that willing mouth, and Lan Zhan could not resist letting out a soft moan of his own. Wei Ying was still tentative and unsure in his approach, but he was no longer fighting Lan Zhan's advances.

They kissed against that wall until Lan Zhan felt something hard digging into his abdomen. He parted their lips, earning a small cry from Wei Ying, to trail tender kisses from the corner of his lips all the way down to his throat.

"Fuck. Oh, fuck, gege. What the fuck. I don't—Mmmm. Fuck you're so good at this," Wei Ying whined as he threw his head back, banging it against the wall.

Lan Zhan took full advantage of the newly exposed skin, kissing and giving light nibbles. But his resolve to be gentle wavered once again, and as Lan Zhan's mouth met the junction where shoulder and neck met, he bit.

"Ah!" Wei Ying yelped at the bite, but he didn't pull away.

Spurred on by Wei Ying's reactions, Lan Zhan continued biting and sucking on Wei Ying's tan skin, creating marks to last. He wanted the entire world to know that Wei Ying was his; Wei Ying had been claimed.

As Lan Zhan unbuttoned the top button of that ridiculous shirt with his mouth, he also set Wei Ying's legs down. Wei Ying's skin tasted delicious, and he wanted to taste even more.

"Lan Zhan. Lan-er-gege. I'm not—I don't—fuck, what are we doing? We should… Holy shit, you just unbuttoned that with only your mouth, didn't you? Fuck, that's so hot." Wei Ying was already beginning to tremble in Lan Zhan's arms, and he had barely even started. If he was this sensitive already, how beautifully would he respond with more?

Lan Zhan finally let his eyes drop to two small points sticking through the red fabric. If he had thought they were prominent before, he had been wrong. In his arousal, Wei Ying's nipples had pebbled and hardened into perfect bite-size nubs. Wordlessly, he bent down and waved his tongue over a clothed nipple. Wei Ying made an endearing little "Haaaaah" sound, and his hands flew into Lan Zhan's hair.

His eyes flicked up towards Wei Ying's face as he wrapped his lips around the small nub and sucked. He watched as Wei Ying's eyes closed and his face contorted in pleasure. Lan Zhan wanted more. He needed more. And so he bit down roughly, causing a loud shout of pain and pleasure.

"FUCK. Lan Zhan. You can't do this to me. I've never—shit. Please don't make me come in my pants right after my first kiss," Wei Ying begged, tugging lightly at Lan Zhan's hair.

At his words, Lan Zhan released the nipple and gazed up at Wei Ying in awe. "First… kiss?" he said dumbly.

There was no way. There was absolutely no way that no one had ever kissed Wei Ying before. Not with that precious pout of his. Not with the way he flirts with everyone. Didn't Lan Zhan have to listen to Wei Ying brag about all the girls he kissed when they first met?

"Ah. Hah. Yeah. I know. I just—I never really found the right person before and…" Wei Ying floundered, his cheeks turning even more red than before. "You know me. I talk a lot, but you shouldn't listen to half the things I say."

"Mm. Then I will not listen to what you say." Lan Zhan kissed Wei Ying once more before returning his attention to Wei Ying's neglected nipple, giving it the same treatment as he had the other.

"Oh shit. That's not what I meant. Please, Lan-er-gege. I really like these pants." Wei Ying stopped trying to speak as he keened from another sharp bite to his sensitive chest.

"It needed to be even," Lan Zhan informed him before moving on to his next target. Wei Ying hadn't asked him to fully stop; he'd only asked not to come in his pants and ruin them.

Well, that was something Lan Zhan could easily ensure wouldn't happen. He could not resist sneaking in another filthy kiss before he dropped to his knees.

"Lan Zhan! You can't—what are you…? There's people right there!" Wei Ying protested weakly, but he made no actual physical effort to stop him.

True to his word, Lan Zhan ignored what Wei Ying was saying and made quick work of undoing Wei Ying's jeans. He took another moment for himself to appreciate the sight of Wei Ying's erection straining against the (also) red fabric. When he noticed the wet spot at the tip, he groaned and ran his tongue over it, hoping to get a taste even through the thin material.

Wei Ying's shocked gasp and the twitch of him against Lan Zhan's tongue broke the last barrier in his mind. He moved his head back only long enough to fish Wei Ying's cock out.

Fuck.

It was just as beautiful as he had expected. Thin, but slightly longer than average. It had a slight curve to it, and the head was poking out from the foreskin, shockingly red and positively dripping.

But Wei Ying's words echoed in his ears. There were people in just the next room, other horny people who were finding their partner(s) for the night. He could not allow a single one to see this part of Wei Ying.

Lan Zhan eagerly took Wei Ying into his mouth, taking him all the way to the hilt with no preamble. A string of curse words left Wei Ying as he returned his hands to Lan Zhan's hair and surrendered completely.

And oh, it was bliss.

Lan Zhan kept his eyes locked with Wei Ying's as he began to bob his head. Wei Ying tasted divine, and his cock fit on his tongue perfectly. He even enjoyed the fact that it was a bit of a struggle to get all of Wei Ying deep into his throat.

Wei Ying was an absolute mess above him. He moaned and swore and whined as Lan Zhan toyed with him. His flush was visible all the way down to the small bit of exposed chest from Lan Zhan's earlier administrations. Lan Zhan catalogued every reaction, big or small. Wei Ying would moan loudly every time Lan Zhan's nose met his abdomen, and he would shake and whine whenever Lan Zhan let just the head sit on his tongue as he suckled.

Lan Zhan worked Wei Ying meticulously, studying him as if he were an instrument. Which he practically was.

The sounds Wei Ying made as he was pleasured were more melodic and beautiful than anything else Lan Zhan had ever heard. Together they created a new symphony of moans that definitely carried into the party next door.

"Oh shit. Lan Zhan, I'm—if you don't—I'm gonna—!" Wei Ying's cries grew louder as he neared completion.

Lan Zhan hummed and sped up his movements. He stopped aiming to tease and instead focused solely on bringing Wei Ying release. The grip in his hair tightened to an almost painful degree, and he groaned at the pleasurable burn. He ran his hands over Wei Ying's waist, silently encouraging him to take over, and it didn't take long for Wei Ying to take the hint—his hips started to undulate, and Lan Zhan's throat became a mere receptacle for Wei Ying's throbbing cock as he brought himself over the edge.

Wei Ying lost all sense of reason and decorum as he fucked into Lan Zhan's willing mouth. It was pure bliss. And the sound Wei Ying made as he reached the peak of his pleasure was going to live rent-free in Lan Zhan's brain until the day he died. He barely tasted much of Wei Ying's come as he had finished directly down Lan Zhan's throat, but the few drops he tasted were perfect.

Wei Ying was perfect.

Lan Zhan continued to suck Wei Ying through his orgasm, and only when the trembling began again did he pull off with a wet pop. Wei Ying sagged against the wall behind him and, for the first time since Lan Zhan had taken Wei Ying into his mouth, their gazes broke as Wei Ying closed his eyes.

Lan Zhan wiped his mouth and gingerly put Wei Ying's softening dick back into his underwear and did up his jeans once more. He was insanely turned on, and he so desperately wanted to spin Wei Ying around to fuck him up against the wall, but he had already shared too much of his Wei Ying to his liking.

The sound of Wei Ying being opened up and coming on Lan Zhan's cock would be for Lan Zhan's ears alone.

"I—you…" Wei Ying struggled to find his words as he came back down from the rapid influx of hormones. "What the fuck, Lan Zhan?"

Lan Zhan stood back up and took in the beautifully wrecked look of his lover. "I drew your keys." He watched the emotions fluctuate on Wei Ying's face as he tried to process what that statement meant. His grey eyes widened, and his mouth flapped as it finally all clicked together.

"You mean—but that…Is that what a fucking key party meant?" Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan as though his entire worldview had just been thrown on its axis. Which it probably had.

There had been no hiding how much Wei Ying had enjoyed their time together; there was no way that he could continue to deny their chemistry. But Wei Ying had been living in denial of his own sexuality for so long it was bound to be a shock.

"Mm. You did not know?" He cocked an eyebrow at Wei Ying, his voice only slightly deeper and rougher after its treatment.

Wei Ying broke into a full-bodied laugh at that. "Oh, Lan Zhan. My Lan Zhan. You really are the best, you know? Did you plan this whole thing? No, Huaisang hosting sex parties isn't all that surprising to me. You being invited to one doesn't either, actually. I mean, look at you."

With a shiver, Wei Ying raked his gaze over Lan Zhan slowly, bottom lip wedged between his teeth and revealed that damned mole. Lan Zhan's body burned, blood hot and eyes dark under the weight of that gaze.

After a moment, Wei Ying nods. "Fuck. Anyone would be happy to have you in their bed. Oh. Bed. Lan Zhan, gege. Can we get to a bed for you to finish claiming your prize? You wouldn't want to deflower your poor innocent Wei Ying against a wall where anyone could walk in on us, would you?"

Lan Zhan actually did want to take Wei Ying here and now, but he was doing his best to wait. He had a plan after all. Just because he had been weak and started things off a little too fast didn't mean he had to throw out the whole thing. He bent down to kiss Wei Ying again, letting the other man taste himself mixed with Lan Zhan's burning desire.

When their lips pulled apart this time, Lan Zhan had to steel himself for a moment. He had yet to get any form of relief for himself, and he felt as if he were about to burst. For his part, Wei Ying looked as if he were already getting ready for another round as well.

Without waiting, Lan Zhan grabbed Wei Ying's hand and led him out to his car.

"We will pick your car back up tomorrow," he said as he held open the passenger door for Wei Ying to get in. Perhaps not tomorrow, but at some point, for sure. Lan Zhan's plans didn't allow for Wei Ying to leave his bed for a very long time.

"Yes, sir!" Wei Ying proudly exclaimed as he got into Lan Zhan's car.

Lan Zhan filed Wei Ying's willingness to call him "Sir" away for later and quickly got into the car to drive them back to his apartment. They spent the first half of the drive in silence, but soon Wei Ying fidgeted in his seat.

"Lan-er-gege. This hardly seems fair at all. You gave me probably the best orgasm of my life back there. And you still haven't gotten anything yourself." With this, Wei Ying reached out and touched Lan Zhan's knee.

Lan Zhan inhaled sharply at the touch. "Wei Ying. That is dangerous. I am driving. We will be home soon."

"Mm, Lan Zhan will keep me safe." And then the hand moved up. Lan Zhan had to focus extra hard on the road as a hand brushed across his neglected erection. "Lan Zhan!" he exclaimed as his hand wrapped around the firmness he found there. "Where the hell have you been hiding this absolute monster? I need… need to see."

Before Lan Zhan knew it, his cock was freed from his clothing, and he hissed as the cold air caressed his overheated skin. He kept his focus on the road, but through his peripheral vision he was still very much aware of the fact that Wei Ying was currently staring at his cock with a look that could only be described as ravenous.

Then Wei Ying's hand moved, and Lan Zhan almost needed to pull over right there. He groaned loudly, unable to put any energy into preventing the noise.

"Wei Ying!" he admonished. "We are two minutes out. Are you really so impatient that you cannot wait for two minutes?"

Wei Ying moved his hand, stroking a little firmer than Lan Zhan would normally like, but given that it was Wei Ying who was touching him, it felt incredible. "Says the guy who could barely wait to get me out of the room to shove my cock into his mouth."

Lan Zhan knew that Wei Ying had a point, but he refused to back down, so he said, "Your fault." This earned him a thumb over the head of his erection, which forced him to bite back another noise. If Wei Ying kept this up, he wasn't sure if they would make it home.

Wei Ying laughed again and unbuckled his seat belt as they stopped at a red light. Lan Zhan went to protest, but was stopped short when he noticed that Wei Ying was bending over and putting his face towards Lan Zhan's crotch.

"Wei Ying!" Lan Zhan tightened his hands on the wheel and gritted his teeth as Wei Ying's hot breath ghosted over his straining erection. He looked so beautiful with the red light shining over Wei Ying's features, and oh. He wanted. He wanted it now, but the red light reminded him he was driving. He grabbed Wei Ying's ponytail and pulled him back. "We are almost there. You will wait."

Wei Ying let out an intelligent "Hraaaagh" sort of sound as he was pulled up. Lan Zhan quickly, but carefully, put himself back into his pants just before the light turned green.

The rest of the drive back was pure torture. Wei Ying was panting heavily, clearly still affected by either Lan Zhan's sharp tone or the hair pulling. Possibly a combination of the two as well. If he drove slightly above the speed limit, that stayed between him and his car.

After he parked, he didn't bother to give Wei Ying a chance to recover his senses at all. He lifted him out of the passenger seat and carried him in a princess carry all the way to his apartment, unwilling to let go for even a moment. Wei Ying never protested even once, but he made Lan Zhan's life difficult by mouthing at his neck and sucking his own marks onto Lan Zhan's skin.

Once they were finally inside, Lan Zhan growled as he set Wei Ying down so that they could both remove their shoes. His need for a clean home somehow outweighed his desire to have Wei Ying naked and moaning underneath him. But even that had its limits.

Normally, he would have requested that they both shower before getting into his sheets, but given what those sheets were about to be put through, it most likely wouldn't matter in the end.

Divested of their shoes, Lan Zhan once again lifted Wei Ying up by his ass just like he had done in front of Nie Huaisang and company. Wei Ying cackled with glee at this development and easily allowed Lan Zhan to bring him into the bedroom. He tossed Wei Ying onto his bed, not bothering to be gentle. Not only did Wei Ying not deserve it, but Lan Zhan had a distinct feeling that Wei Ying enjoyed pain with his pleasure.

"Ow! Lan-er-gege. Who knew you would be like this? You're so mean to your Wei Ying." Wei Ying pouted and tried to sit up. With that plush bottom lip sticking out, Lan Zhan was overwhelmed with the urge to bite, and so he did.

Wei Ying let out another little shocked noise but eagerly kissed back right away.

Lan Zhan gave in and just kissed him for a while, letting their tongues stroke across each other and enjoying having Wei Ying so willing underneath him in his (their) bed. And Wei Ying was very willing, so very eager.

Between this and his actions in the car, Lan Zhan knew he needed to bully his love a little.

Lan Zhan once again trailed kisses and bites down from Wei Ying's lips to his neck. Except this time he didn't hold back. The small marks he had made previously were bitten again, harder. He was going to make sure Wei Ying looked as though he had been mauled in the morning.

As his lips and teeth worked on Wei Ying's skin, his fingers worked to expose even more. He undid the rest of the buttons on Wei Ying's shirt, revealing his muscular but still small chest. Lan Zhan tugged on the rest of the shirt, needing it off now.

"Fuck. Hang on a sec. I love this shirt. Let's take it all off, yeah? So we don't rip anything we would like to wear again? Besides, then you'll have me naked in your bed. Doesn't that sound good, gege? Be a good boy and let me strip for you, okay?" Wei Ying gasped as he fought to protect the thin fabric from tearing in Lan Zhan's clutches.

Lan Zhan had wanted to take his time, slowly teasing every new inch of exposed skin until Wei Ying was a begging, writhing mess. But in his current state, neither of their clothes would survive the process, so Wei Ying's idea had merit. He hummed his agreement and pulled away from Wei Ying just enough for them both to have enough space to strip.

As he took his time removing his own clothing, he watched greedily as Wei Ying practically tore his clothes off and tossed them aside without a care.

Hmm, Lan Zhan would have to ensure that Wei Ying took better care of his clothes in the future. But not now. No, now he was going to focus his time and energy on giving Wei Ying a night that he would never forget.

By the time Wei Ying was completely naked, Lan Zhan had only removed his shirt and folded it up properly. This caused a particularly wonderful whine from Wei Ying.

"No fair. Lan Zhan. Let me see you too. I'm already starting to think I was exaggerating how big you are." Wei Ying licked his lips and flicked his eyes towards Lan Zhan's crotch before slowly dragging them up Lan Zhan's now exposed chest. Lan Zhan felt his dick twitch with interest, but he kept himself in check.

"I mean I only got to see you in the car. You were sitting, and it was a strange angle. And it's not like I've ever just gone around looking at other dudes' hard dicks, you know?" Wei Ying was blabbering. It only served to make him even more endearing to Lan Zhan. But it also solidified the rest of his plan.

He made a show of slowly removing his pants, ensuring that he also folded them before he placed them on top of his shirt. But that was where he stopped. Leaving his underwear on, he stalked over to the bed, enjoying the hungry way Wei Ying took in all that he had decided to show him.

And, in turn, he used the opportunity to memorize every inch of Wei Ying's body. He was small; he needed to eat more—preferably healthier. But that was no problem. Once he moved in with Lan Zhan, Wei Ying would eat healthy meals three times a day. But Wei Ying was still just as perfect as Lan Zhan had always imagined he would be; in fact, he was even more breathtaking.

"Beautiful," he breathed as he made it back to the bed.

Wei Ying flushed and floundered at the compliment.

Hm, Lan Zhan would have to work on that as well. Wei Ying needed to understand how much he was appreciated. Since words had always been more Wei Ying's skill than Lan Zhan's, he knew it was time to take action to prove how much he meant with that one word. He grabbed Wei Ying's shoulders and pressed him back down onto the bed before returning to his task from before they had stripped.

"Fuck, gege. You're so good at this. How did you get so good at this? Did you go to sex parties like this a lot?" Wei Ying groans loudly, hissing through his teeth.

Lan Zhan listened as he sucked a dark hickey over the sun tattoo Wei Ying had gotten when he had turned eighteen. It had been his small form of rebellion and had also almost gotten him kicked out of Lotus Pier for good.

"Ah, Lan Zhan, this really isn't fair, you know? You're taking advantage of your poor virginal Wei Ying. Biting me like a dog, have you no shame? Ha!"

Wei Ying's ranting was cut short as Lan Zhan's teeth worried at his right nipple. Wei Ying truly was so responsive to this form of stimulation. One day Lan Zhan resolved to see if he could get Wei Ying to come from nipple play alone. He gave the same attention to Wei Ying's other nipple before sucking and biting his way down once more.

"Lan Zhan! That's not… you can't just—I mean, you already… not that it wasn't good! It was amazing, best blowjob of my life! Not that that's saying much given that it was the only one in my life." Wei Ying groaned loudly, throwing back his head and gripping tightly at the sheets. "But still! I have a feeling that no matter how many mouths could have ever been on my dick, yours was the best. Hands down. Hnng—I want to get you off too. I—!"

"Wei Ying." As much as Lan Zhan loved hearing Wei Ying talk, he could tell that his lover was working himself into a frenzy. "Relax. I will take care of you."

Lan Zhan's journey had taken him back to that magnificent cock. His tongue itched for another taste, but he resisted. Wei Ying was right. He had already experienced that tonight. It was time to change it up. So Lan Zhan pressed a soft kiss to the tip, coating his lips in the generous amount of pre-come already leaking from the tip. He savored Wei Ying's whimper as his hips thrust upwards for more touch.

Touch that Lan Zhan had no plans of giving.

Lan Zhan continued his journey down Wei Ying's body, wanting to kiss and suck on every single inch of him. When he bit down harshly on Wei Ying's inner thigh, two hands came down to tangle themselves in Lan Zhan's long hair. There was nothing he could do to stop the low moan at that.

"Wei Ying. You have already earned a punishment for your behavior in the car. Do you really want to add more? I said that I would take care of you. Let me, or I will make you."

Wei Ying's eyes widened, and his breath quickened. Good. It appeared that Lan Zhan's assumptions were correct.

"A punishment? For what? Lan-er-gege, don't you think you're being unfair? Wait. You're still going to fuck me, right? Please say you're still going to fuck me. I might die if you don't, Lan Zhan. Really, I will. I'll expire right here in your bed. Death from being denied the most gorgeous cock I've ever seen in my entire life."

Lan Zhan froze and just stared Wei Ying after that particular comment. Times like this would often make Lan Zhan question not only his own sanity but also Wei Ying's. He knew that Wei Ying was a veritable genius; his brilliant mind was a large factor in transforming Lan Zhan's lust into love.

But sometimes Wei Ying really was the dumbest person he had ever met.

Wei Ying, who was still hard and leaking so close to Lan Zhan's face, didn't seem to understand Lan Zhan's response. "What? Why are you looking at me like that? Why are we stopping? It's one thing to deny me, gege. I already got mine earlier, but you've barely gotten anything yet. How about we worry about punishments or whatever after you've taken my virginity?"

Lan Zhan felt himself twitch in his pants. For some reason, knowing that he was the only one to ever touch Wei Ying like this was really riling him up. "You beg for cock rather eagerly for a self-proclaimed straight man," he said, trying to regain control of the situation again.

Wei Ying gaped at him, jaw going slack. Lan Zhan watched with amusement as Wei Ying tried to think of something to say, but came up with nothing.

Lan Zhan took advantage of Wei Ying's flustered and confused state to turn him onto his stomach and pull him up onto all fours. Faced with the majesty before him, Lan Zhan actually needed to take a moment to palm himself through his underwear. He had known that though all of Wei Ying was beautiful—his ass in particular was a work of art. Even clothed, its splendor couldn't be disguised or tamed.

But now bared for Lan Zhan's eyes to feast upon? No amount of poetry in the world could come close to the vision that was Wei Ying's naked and willing rump.

Despite Wei Ying's rather slender shape, his rear end had stored any and all body fat, causing a perfect, yet somehow proportional bubble butt. Even in this position, on all fours and ass in the air, Wei Ying's cheeks were large enough to still hide his hole from view. Lan Zhan had now been pushed past his limit and then some, so without further ado, he grabbed a cheek with each hand and spread them out to expose his meal.

Wei Ying gasped as Lan Zhan bent forward and feasted. Wei Ying truly was perfect in every way. Even here he was clean, and his natural musk drew Lan Zhan in like a moth to a flame. He licked at the tight little hole, and Wei Ying yipped.

"Wha—Lan Zhan, what are you doing? That's so dirty!" Wei Ying protested, even as his body rocked backwards towards Lan Zhan's face. Lan Zhan chose to once again ignore Wei Ying's words, and he teased the small hole with his tongue.

It didn't take long before the room was filled with the sounds of Wei Ying's weak protests and gasps of pleasure.

Once the muscle was wet and relaxed, Lan Zhan dipped his tongue inside. Wei Ying shouted, and his entire body tensed. He was close. With one last little lick, he pulled back and enjoyed watching as Wei Ying whined and thrust his hips back in search for more.

"Wha—? Why did you stop? I was, fuck, Lan Zhan, I was so close." Wei Ying turned his head to look back at Lan Zhan. He looked just as wrecked as he had back at the Nie mansion. It was a lovely sight.

"Mm. I know."

Wei Ying opened his mouth to speak, and Lan Zhan couldn't resist giving him a light spank on his right ass cheek. Wei Ying's face blanched before it turned a burning bright red.

"I—! That's not—! You can't just—I'm not a child." But once again, Wei Ying made no move to stop Lan Zhan's actions against him. Which meant that he was clearly giving Lan Zhan his permission to continue. He gave Wei Ying's ass another smack, harder this time and on the other cheek. Wei Ying gasped and clawed at the sheets. "Such brutal treatment, Lan-er-gege!"

When he was certain that Wei Ying wouldn't come the second he was touched, Lan Zhan returned to his previous position with his tongue pressed as far inside Wei Ying as he could go. Wei Ying shouted and swore before he dropped his head on the mattress and fully gave in to Lan Zhan's whims.

Lan Zhan alternated between light teasing flicks of his tongue against the sensitive skin and harsh full thrusts inside. Here and there he would also nibble on Wei Ying's rim. When he deemed Wei Ying both loose and wet enough, he slipped a finger in beside his tongue.

"Ha! Oh, that feels… Gege. I changed my mind, okay? You're so big. If just a finger feels like this… well, there's no way you'll fit! You'll break me!" Again, Wei Ying's body and his words didn't align. He knew that Wei Ying was probably concerned, but he knew how to make this good for his love. He knew how to open him up slowly and steadily. How to make it so that by the time Lan Zhan was finally ready to fuck Wei Ying, the younger man would beg him for it even harder than he had earlier.

"Top drawer of the nightstand to your right. There is lube and some condoms. I am clean, but if you would prefer—!"

"No. Fuck no. I want you to split me open and fill me up good. I want to be able to still feel you inside me for a week. I want to be able to walk around and feel that I had Lan Zhan's massive cock inside of me." Wei Ying scrambled towards the nightstand while also doing his best to keep Lan Zhan's face and finger in his ass.

Lan Zhan heard rustling noises as Wei Ying tried to search the drawer without using his eyes, something that he had been counting on. There were quite a few items in that drawer for later on.

Finally, the half-used bottle of lube was being held out towards Lan Zhan. He grabbed it and quickly coated his fingers before pressing two back inside Wei Ying. With his mouth now freed, he bit at the pink fleshy mounds, marking them up to match Wei Ying's neck.

Wei Ying, for his part, was an absolute mess. His entire body trembled as Lan Zhan toyed with it.

Lan Zhan smirked as he crooked his fingers, pressed against that spot that he knew would send Wei Ying beyond anything he had ever experienced before. From his vantage point, he could see Wei Ying's balls tighten to prepare for another orgasm, so again Lan Zhan pulled his fingers out and backed away completely.

The whine this earned him from Wei Ying's throat was devastating. And this was only Wei Ying's second denied orgasm? Oh, Lan Zhan was going to really enjoy this.

"Lan Zhan! What are you doing to me? This isn't fair. You're being so cruel to your Wei Ying. Can't you see what you're doing to me? You've already got me begging for you. What is this about?"

"Punishment."

"Pun—shit, Lan Zhan. I don't even know what you're punishing me for!"

"Think for yourself."

All of Wei Ying's complaints had settled him enough for Lan Zhan to finger him once more. He reapplied the lube—he would rather err on too much lube for Wei Ying's first time, and cruelly shoved two in again, aiming directly for Wei Ying's prostate. The younger man keened and began to fuck himself on Lan Zhan's fingers almost instantly.

The image of Wei Ying like this was so erotic Lan Zhan worried he might come before he ever got the chance to be inside of Wei Ying.

Greedy for more, Lan Zhan slid in a third finger a little earlier than he normally would have. This earned Lan Zhan a yelp in protest, which Lan Zhan answered with a slap on Wei Ying's rear end with his free hand. He stretched his fingers out, truly in awe of how quickly Wei Ying's body adapted to this.

"Look at you. Opening up so fast for me. You were made to be fucked. Did you know that? You may have thought you understood your preferences, but even while you denied yourself, your body always knew the truth, didn't it?"

Calls of "Lan-er-gege" and "Lan Zhan" reverberated off the walls as Lan Zhan whispered filth and prepared Wei Ying's once tight hole for what it would soon be forced to endure. Each time Lan Zhan noticed that Wei Ying was reaching that precipice, he would stop just before he could crash over.

This happened three more times before Lan Zhan deemed Wei Ying stretched enough for his dick. With the preparation complete, Lan Zhan found that he needed to see Wei Ying's face. He needed to know what Wei Ying looked like the first time he was ever fucked. He wanted to see Wei Ying's face as he came after being denied five whole times.

He flipped Wei Ying over and even took the time to place a little pillow underneath Wei Ying's hips to make him more comfortable. Wei Ying was lost in his pleasure. His eyes were glassy, he was covered in sweat, and his pupils were dilated so far that his eyes appeared to be large black holes.

And then there was his erection. Straining, leaking, twitching. It was perfect. The tip was almost purple from being ignored and denied for so long.

It made Lan Zhan want to tie it up so that he could have his way with Wei Ying's body without allowing a proper release at all. Just to see how pretty Wei Ying's cock would look during.

He could do it. He had a cock ring along with all of his other toys.

But not tonight. Perhaps in their second round he would pull it out. For now, he finally divested himself of his underwear and let his own desperation be free. He bit back a groan at the sensation of the cold air on such scalding hot skin.

Wei Ying looked up at him through his daze. "Fuck, yes. Please. Lan Zhan. Please. I need it. I need your cock. I'm so empty, Lan-er-gege. So empty without you. You were right. I'm an idiot. How could I ever think I wouldn't want this? We should do this every day, okay? You should be inside me all the time. Day and night. I'll even let you do this in my sleep."

Panting, Wei Ying attempted to grind back against Lan Zhan's hand, desperate to be filled. His eyes were red and teary, cheeks painted red and lips glossy. He looked utterly destroyed.

"Just please. Please don't deny me anymore. I'm sorry. I don't know what I did wrong, but I'm so sorry. I'll learn. I promise. I'll be such a good boy for you if only—hnnnnngh! Oh fuuuuuuu—" His pleading broke off as Lan Zhan finally lined up his lubed up erection and pushed in.

Even after all that careful preparation, Wei Ying was still tight.

Lan Zhan grunted as he bullied his way inside his best friend turned lover's pliant body. "Wei Ying. Bear down."

"I can't!" Wei Ying gasped as his arms reached up to allow him to claw at Lan Zhan's back. "It's too much. Lan Zhan, you're too big. I can't take it. I was wrong. Please. Have mercy on your Wei Ying."

With one final rough press of his hips, Lan Zhan was finally fully sheathed within the warmth of Wei Ying. They both let out equally loud moans at the sensation of it all.

"You can, Wei Ying. You have." Lan Zhan took Wei Ying's right hand from his back and led it down to where they were joined. He let Wei Ying feel how tightly his rim was being stretched to accommodate Lan Zhan's girth. He watched as Wei Ying's eyes widened in awe at what his body had achieved.

"That's—wow. You're really…mmm—you're really inside of me. I didn't break."

"Mm. You did not break," Lan Zhan murmured as he captured Wei Ying's lips with his own. After a moment, he placed his lips next to Wei Ying's ear and whispered one small word, "Yet."

When he finished speaking, he began to move.

Wei Ying was so tight around him, so warm, and so, so good. Wei Ying wailed and returned his hands to their previous position on Lan Zhan's back as he moved his hips. Originally, Lan Zhan had planned on going slow, still teasing Wei Ying to the edge once more. But all thoughts and plans flew out of his head the second he had entered Wei Ying.

He moved with a single-minded intensity, focusing on aiming for Wei Ying's prostate with every forward motion of his hips. His world had shrunk to the feeling of Wei Ying's body sucking him in desperately, and the symphony of moans that left his perfect lips.

"Lan Zhan! You're so big! I—hng—yes, right there, gege. Fuck, you've destroyed me. I'll never be able to walk normally again. I—haaah—please. More. You feel so good. FUCK!" Tears were pouring out of Wei Ying's eyes as Lan Zhan fucked into him. Seeing Wei Ying like this, so fully debauched, so desperate for more, it was everything Lan Zhan had ever wanted.

"I told you that you were meant to take my cock. Do you feel how eagerly you're sucking me in? You're mine now, Wei Ying. I've molded you to fit around me and no one else."

"Yes! Fuck, yes. Yours. Lan Zhan! I've always, only ever, been yours. I just—ohholyfuckingshit that's good—I was just too stupid to see it. Please. Fuck me. Mark me. Use me, Lan-er-gege. You should have fucked me like this right there at that party. Let everyone see I belong to you. How much of a slut I am for my Lan Zhan's—yes there—cock."

Lan Zhan couldn't take it anymore. The thought of Wei Ying wanting people to see him like this. Wei Ying agreeing to be his and only his. He bent down and kissed Wei Ying deeply, silencing his words but not his moans as he fucked into him. He bit at the mole that always taunted him, the one under Wei Ying's lips.

He felt it when Wei Ying neared the edge again. The clench around his cock tightened to an almost painful degree, and it took an extra effort for Lan Zhan to maintain his current pace. He felt Wei Ying reaching down for his untouched dick, and Lan Zhan slapped it away.

He stopped kissing Wei Ying long enough to say, "You will come from my cock and nothing else. You can do it, A-Ying. Just give in. Let go," before returning to his rightful place with Wei Ying's mouth on his.

Wei Ying cried in earnest at that, but he was good and didn't touch himself again. Lan Zhan rewarded him with more hickeys on his neck as he doubled down on his assault of Wei Ying's prostate.

Then suddenly, Wei Ying was shouting out his pleasure, and his walls began to clench and unclench around Lan Zhan's cock rapidly.

Lan Zhan continued to fuck Wei Ying through the orgasm, trying to focus more on the wet splashes against his abdomen than the tight muscles milking his cock. But it was a futile attempt. Having Wei Ying underneath him, around him like that, it was too much.

Especially after how long he had been hard and aching.

With a low moan of, "Wei Ying!" Lan Zhan followed Wei Ying over the edge. He didn't stop his hips as he came, pushing his spend as deep inside as possible. He had thoroughly laid claim to the outside of Wei Ying's body. Now it was time to claim the inside as well.

By the time he finished, Wei Ying was shaking and whimpering with overstimulation. The sound was so hot that Lan Zhan kept moving his hips, tormenting himself alongside his lover.

"Mercy, Lan Zhan. Mercy, please. This was my first time." Wei Ying looked up at him through teary eyes. Lan Zhan didn't stop. The sensation was becoming just on the edge of too much, but he also felt the pleasure buried underneath. If he just kept this up, he could go another round without having to stop.

"How long?" he grunted, his voice finally showing signs of strain.

"Haaah. Wha—? I don't—oh fuck. Too much. Gege. Lan Zhan. Fuck that's—it's too much!" Wei Ying was properly writhing now, his body desperate for a break. A break that Lan Zhan had absolutely no intention of giving.

"How long did I have to suffer your incessant flirting? Your talk about all those girls you were with?" Lan Zhan accentuated each question with a brutal thrust of his hips. Already the pain was starting to go away.

"I don't—I don't know."

"Too long. But I am making up for lost time now."

Fully ready to go again, Lan Zhan didn't hold back. He fucked Wei Ying hard and fast, enjoying the tortured moans and cries that poured from Wei Ying's mouth. He paused, pulling out of Wei Ying momentarily.

"Nooooo. Put it back in!" Wei Ying whined at the loss.

Lan Zhan smirked and rolled them so that he now lay on his back with Wei Ying above him, straddling his hips. "I thought you wanted mercy." Wei Ying sobbed and shook his head. "No? Then ride me. Show me how much you want me, A-Ying."

And Wei Ying did. His legs trembled from the effort, but he didn't give up. Lan Zhan watched the show in awe, watched as Wei Ying used Lan Zhan for his own pleasure. Even though he had already come twice today, he was so desperate for more that he was willing to push through his physical exhaustion for more.

As Lan Zhan was once again nearing climax, Wei Ying's hips stuttered, and he slumped on top of Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan growled into his ear and gave Wei Ying two sharp spanks, one per cheek.

"Weak. You will do better next time." Then he grabbed Wei Ying's hips to hold him still and began to fuck him once again. "You did so well earlier—you deserve a reward. Touch yourself for me."

Wei Ying nodded and began to frantically stroke himself as Lan Zhan continued his assault on the already abused hole. It wasn't long before Wei Ying came with another cry, which only brought Lan Zhan along with him.

Finally sated (for now), Lan Zhan helped Wei Ying slip off of him and laid him down on the bed gently. He spent the next few minutes stroking Wei Ying's hair and back, helping him calm down after such an intense session.

Wei Ying hummed and nuzzled towards Lan Zhan's chest to snuggle. Lan Zhan huffed softly and pressed a tender kiss to Wei Ying's forehead.

"Let me clean you up first."

When Wei Ying agreed, after a few more tender kisses shared between them, Lan Zhan sat up and moved their bodies once more. Now he laid Wei Ying on the bed on his stomach, while Lan Zhan himself kneeled between his legs. Like this, all he had to do was spread Wei Ying's magnificent ass cheeks to see the ruin he had wrought upon the once unused entrance.

It was perfect. Wei Ying's rim was bright red and puffy. And it was so shiny from all the saliva, lube, and come that had been poured inside of him. Lan Zhan watched as a glob of white tried to spill out of the loosened hole.

Without thinking, Lan Zhan reached forward and pressed it back in with his thumb. The sound Wei Ying made was indescribable and made Lan Zhan lose all sense of reason.

Just as he had in the beginning, Lan Zhan bent forward and lapped at Wei Ying's ass. Every gasp and cry from Wei Ying only spurred him on as he used his mouth to clear Wei Ying of every drop of come that he could reach.

By the time he finished his task, Wei Ying was once again writhing against the sheets, and Lan Zhan realized that he was close again. Fascinated, Lan Zhan kept going, fucking the tender entrance over and over again until finally, Wei Ying was brought to edge. He sobbed as he came, pushed way past his limits.

It was perfect. Wei Ying was perfect.

Done with his job of cleaning up, Lan Zhan fulfilled his promise and crawled up to cuddle Wei Ying's exhausted form into his body.

"Fuck. Lan Zhan that was… that was… fuck," Wei Ying whispered, voice so hoarse it was barely there.

"Mm." Yes. That was very fuck.

"Gege? Can we pretend that you didn't hear me say every day?"

Lan Zhan grunted. No, he definitely would not be ignoring that. In fact…

Lan Zhan carefully reached for his nightstand and pulled out the little box he'd purchased the previous year. It had been impulsive, stupid even. But he couldn't resist when he saw it. It was just so perfect for his Wei Ying. His Wei Ying, who could barely keep his eyes open.

Lan Zhan smiled and took out the black and red engagement ring from the box and, without even asking, placed it on Wei Ying's finger.

Wei Ying stirred at the motion and with great effort, looked at what Lan Zhan had done. Lan Zhan's heart raced as he waited for Wei Ying's reaction. Wei Ying hadn't explicitly said anything. What if this was just sex to him after all?

But then Wei Ying smiled his brightest smile yet and looked deep into Lan Zhan's eyes.

"Oh, Lan Zhan. I thought you'd never ask!"