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The weather is that same overcast, not quite cold characteristic of mid-Atlantic winters that it has been for the past week and a half. Wei Ying has not seen the sun in days though it is still somehow blindingly bright every day despite the cloud coverage. Connecticut Ave. is more crowded than usual today with rush hour traffic making Wei Ying's commute longer than necessary on an already shitty day, some event in Dupont causing worse congestion than usual. Parking was also worse than normal, Wei Ying had to walk two blocks further than expected in the mild mid-winter rain, sticking his jeans uncomfortably to his skin.
Wei Ying is unusually quiet as he opens the door and toes off his shoes, only muttering a perfunctory greeting as he drops his keys in the entry bowl. Lan Zhan looks up when he hears the door unlocking over the soft music he has playing, and seeing his husband's melancholy state immediately abandons his project on the coffee table. As Lan Zhan stands from his seat on the couch, he asks "A-Ying are you well?" Wei Ying is taking off his coat, and it takes a few moments too long for the words to register in his ears, it is not until Lan Zhan is standing directly in front of him that he answers.
"Mm, yeah, I'm fine Lan Zhan." Lan Zhan does not believe this for a second. Gently, Lan Zhan takes the jacket still gripped in Wei Ying's clammy hands from him and hangs it on the peg beside him, then he grabs Wei Ying by the chin, turning his head so that he may meet his husband's eyes. "Wei Ying what is wrong." it is less of a question and more of an order. Wei Ying demures under the focus on him, not having the energy to fight back with his usual playfulness. He sighs. "I just- I had a shit day Lan Zhan. That's all. I'm fine."
Lan Zhan resists the urge to roll his eyes, anyone could see that Wei Ying had a bad day, that is not the answer he was looking for. "Mn, come." Lan Zhan moves his hand from beneath Wei Ying's chin to the back of his neck, curling around it in a comforting facsimile of what is to come. As he herds Wei Ying down the hallway and into the bedroom, Lan Zhan quickly formulates a plan in his head, not wanting to let this bad mood stretch longer than necessary. He wants his husband happy and disobedient, not quiet and pliant like this, not yet at least. "Sit," Lan Zhan says, pushing down on Wei Ying's neck so that he is perched on the edge of their bed.
Lan Zhan crouches before his husband, takes one foot into hand and begins to remove the slightly damp sock. "Wei Ying, tell me what happened." Lan Zhan squeezes the ankle in his hand as he says this, making it clear that he expects the full story this time.
"Uh, fine okay. Well, the weather is still shit, if it's gonna be cold it should at least snow and not rain." As he speaks, Lan Zhan continues on his mission of divesting Wei Ying of clothing. "And Sharon is back from her business trip. The committee still hasn't approved the new budget for the foster care transition budget so I had to push that project back again." Lan Zhan hums in response to each new complaint. "And traffic was really bad today because someone decided that today was the perfect day for some event in Dupont so Connecticut was super backed up, and someone took my parking spot so I had to walk two extra blocks in the cold rain and it sucked." Wei Ying is pouting now as he raises his arms so that Lan Zhan can remove his shirt, hands dropping back down to the bed with a soft thump as the shirt is removed.
"I am sorry that happened. Did Sharon at least not break the microwave again." Lan Zhan drops one hand to Wei Ying's head, carding through his hair comfortingly. Wei Ying leaned forward so that he could rest his forehead against his husband's stomach and laughed softly. "No, but someone decided to microwave some terrible smelling soup, it got all over the place." Wei Ying nuzzles further into the warm body in front of him, appreciating the soft cotton of Lan Zhan's shirt on his face.
Lan Zhan is pleased that his Wei Ying no longer seems as forlorn as he did when he arrived home, but he is not yet satisfied, Wei Ying is still subdued for all the wrong reasons. Then, Wei Ying's stomach rumbles and startles Lan Zhan out of his thought of all the ways he could care for his husband into the more immediate opportunity. "A-Ying, go shower. Dinner will be ready soon." Lan Zhan moves his hand from the top of his husband's head down to his neck, squeezing once before stepping away. "When you get out of the shower sit back here and wait for me." Lan Zhan looks at Wei Ying, seeing a flash of anticipation in his eyes, and turns to leave the bedroom, listening as his husband stands and moves to obey.
Once the bathroom door is closed and the sounds of the shower clear Lan Zhan turns back around and collects what he will need for the night. Setting the items at the head of the bed he leaves the bedroom to turn on the oven and check the freezer for foods that he can cook quickly, not wanting his attention to stray too far that evening. While the oven preheats, Lan Zhan sets the table and turns up the heat to be more comfortable, the early setting of the sun makes the lamps' warm light the only light in the apartment. Once the oven has preheated, Lan Zhan puts the baking sheet full of finger food in the oven, and sets a timer on his phone, making sure the sound is off.
Satisfied with his preparations, Lan Zhan returns to the bedroom to wait for Wei Ying. Soon enough, Lan Zhan hears the shower turn off, and Wei Ying exits the bathroom. He looks better, flushed from the heat of the water and the grime of the day, physical and mental, has been washed away. Lan Zhan takes a moment to admire the sight in front of him, flushed wet skin in the warm light of the overhead lamp. Wei Ying looks something divine, golden and glistening as he towels his dripping hair, eyes closed with weary shadows cutting across the planes of his body. Lan Zhan collects himself, he has a mission, and as much as he would love to get sidetracked by his husband, there are things to attend to first.
"A-Ying, come sit." Lan Zhan gestures to the cushion in front of where he is sitting on the edge of the bed. Wei Ying hangs his towel on the doorknob of the bathroom and moves to kneel in front of his husband, looking up at him expectantly. Lan Zhan bends down and places a chaste kiss on Wei Ying's lips, then asks in a gentle voice, "can you turn around for me." Wei Ying wiggles and finally settles with his back to his husband, leaning to one side to press his cheek to a clothed knee. "Good, thank you A-Ying." Wei Ying nuzzles in further, and Lan Zhan has a feeling that he will be dealing with a very quiet A-Ying tonight, no matter Lan Zhan is adept at reading his husband.
Lan Zhan picks up the hairbrush beside him and begins to brush out the wet hair in front of him, taking care to work out any tangles gently. Soon enough Wei Ying's hair lays flat and shiny down his back, and Lan Zhan begins to braid it loosely, any hair pulling is reserved for later that night. Once Wei Ying's hair is braided Lan Zhan takes a moment to massage out some of the stress in his husband's shoulders, wanting him to be as relaxed as possible tonight. Wei Ying makes a happy sound at this, pushing back into Lan Zhan's large, warm hands encouragingly. Eventually, Lan Zhan removes his hands, predictably drawing a whine from his husband as he slouches down in a full-body pout. Lan Zhan allows himself a small smile at seeing his husband's dramatics.
Wei Ying perks back up as he hears a soft metallic tinkling, anticipating his husband's next move. As he thought, Wei Ying is soon wrapped up in his collar, this one different from the one he usually wears. Lan Zhan had chosen a thicker collar, made of sturdy deep red leather and gleaming silver hardware. It buckled cleanly at the back and had a heart-shaped name tag hanging in the front, engraved with "A-Ying" on the front and "Lan Zhan's" in the back. As Lan Zhan buckled it in the back with a neat 'click', Wei Ying drew in a large breath, enjoying how the leather shifted against his skin.
"Thank you," Wei Ying managed to say after a few moments, words breathy and a bit strained. "Hmm, I didn't think A-Ying would be talking tonight." Lan Zhan responded, thumb tracing the line between leather and skin. Wei Ying took another deep breath, preparing himself to speak again, "uh, words are - hard tonight, but, um, I wanted to say - thank you." His words were less breathy but no less strained. Lan Zhan leaned down and dropped a kiss to the top of Wei Ying's head and said, "Thank you for telling me A-Ying, you can speak as much or as little as you like tonight. Just let me take care of you." Wei Ying nods in response, and Lan Zhan moves to kiss the shell of his ear.
Lan Zhan is broken out of his reverie by the buzzing of his phone. He places one final kiss on Wei Ying's cheek and sits up straight. "A-Ying, it's time to eat." Wei Ying stays rooted in place, not particularly wanting to move, though he is hungry. Lan Zhan stands from his seat on the bed and begins to leave before turning to look back at his husband, who has turned slouched and pouty in his brief absence. No longer surrounded by the focus of his Lan Zhan, Wei Ying comes back to himself a bit, aware enough to pout purposely at the cruel man who has left him cold on the floor. Wei Ying huffs at Lan Zhan, loudly and with clear frustration but is overshadowed by the loud growl coming from his stomach. Wei Ying looks down at his body in betrayal before looking back up at his husband. Lan Zhan simply blinks at him.
Wei Ying slouches again and whines acquiescingly. Lan Zhan does not comment.
Eventually, Lan Zhan coaxes Wei Ying out of the bedroom and into the living room, depositing him between the couch and coffee table before moving to the kitchen. When Lan Zhan returns with a plate stacked with food for the two of them he finds his husband curled up on the plush rug, looking like he intends to melt into the floor. Lan Zhan enjoys the sight as he sets down the plate and takes a seat on the couch, nudging the top of Wei Ying's head once he is seated.
"A-Ying sit up. It is time to eat." Wei Ying grumbles softly in response, but gets up nonetheless, leaning against the couch and Lan Zhan's calf equally. "Good. Good boy." Wei Ying perks up at the praise, resting his chin on Lan Zhan's knee and looking up at him lovingly. Lan Zhan feeds his Wei Ying, eating as he does so until the plate is clear except for a few crumbs. Wei Ying lists to the side as the food settles in his stomach, eyes closing as he nuzzles into his husband's thigh, exhaling as he settles.
Wei Ying drifts for a while on the gentle waves of a quieted mind, free to simply exist in the presence of his heart, without expectation of further action. Lan Zhan enjoys the comfortable quiet that settles over the room, half focused on the article on his phone and half focused on the warmth of his husband on his knees in front of him.
Eventually, Wei Ying begins to get restless, shifting slightly on the floor, the haze of submission waning from when Lan Zhan had hand fed him his dinner. Lan Zhan, of course, notices this but makes no move yet, wanting Wei Ying to sit with his discomfort for just a little longer. After a few minutes of Wei Ying's movements becoming bolder, Lan Zhan gives in, helpless to his husband's struggle this early in the night. "A-Ying, do you want something?" Lan Zhan asks, setting his phone aside, under a pillow so as not to be a distraction.
Wei Ying hesitantly nods in response, looking slightly conflicted. Lan Zhan would smile at the cute expression in front of him if he were the type of person to do so, as is his eyes do soften though, always helpless in the face of his husband. "Do you want to tell me what it is that you want?" Wei Ying looks even more conflicted at this, understanding the underlying order but also seeing the out that Lan Zhan is giving him. His eyebrows scrunch further, and Lan Zhan desperately wants to kiss them. With even less assurance this time Wei Ying shakes his head 'no'. Hm, Lan Zhan can play this game then, if Wei Ying is still unable to conjure words Lan Zhan will do it for him, he can be verbose if he decides.
"Do you want me to guess what A-Ying wants?" Wei Ying shakes his head again, beginning to see the edges of Lan Zhan's plan. "Does A-Ying want me to choose for him?" Lan Zhan knows the answer to his question but asks anyway. Wei Ying nods enthusiastically, moving into the space between Lan Zhan's legs and sitting upon his heels, the clinking of his collar adding to his movements. If Wei Ying will not speak then, Lan Zhan will fill his mouth with something other than words. Lan Zhan lets that thought sit heavy in his mind before taking action. Wei Ying whines at the pause in the action, drawing a sharp look from his husband which settles him a little, the knowledge that they are going somewhere with this settling heavy over him.
Lan Zhan appreciates the sight in front of him as he unzips his pants, his husband naked with eager eyes kneeling before him, collared and anticipatory, his. Wei Ying shuffles forward a scant inch as Lan Zhan unzips his high waisted pants, eager to see the warm skin beneath, he feels as if he might vibrate out of his skin with the glacial pace that Lan Zhan is proceeding at. The tortuous pace continues as Lan Zhan removes one pant leg at a time, all the while maintaining his unbroken gaze at the man in front of him. He is barely beginning to harden in his briefs when he sets his pants to the side, spreading his legs slightly wider and enjoying Wei Ying's ravenous gaze, Lan Zhan feels almost consumed by it.
Lan Zhan takes a moment to palm himself through his briefs, taking note of Wei Yings quickened inhale at the action, before quickly removing his shirt; not willing to draw this out as he did before. Wei Ying's eyes widen at the reveal, but he has no time to adjust as there is suddenly a hand in his hair, drawing him forward. The abrupt movement startles Wei Ying, and he reaches up to place his hands on Lan Zhan's muscular thighs to steady himself. Lan Zhan makes a displeased 'tsk' at this and using his free hand, he pushes one hand away. Getting the message, Wei Ying immediately removes the other hand and holds his other wrist tight behind his back, trusting his husband to catch him.
Wei Ying's mouth drops open as he is drawn into his husband, tonguing over the warm cotton under his lips as soon as he is able. Wei Ying inhales the familiar scent of his husband, a mix of his soap, their laundry detergent, and the natural musk of him. He could easily become drunk on this alone. Wei Ying slumps a little, letting Lan Zhan take more of his weight and making the tug on his hair a little sharper, settling into the familiar surrounding sensations of his home and heart.
Soon, Wei Ying starts making small pleased sounds as he mouths over Lan Zhan's hardening cock, soaking the stretched cotton in his efforts. "A-Ying," Wei Ying opens his eyes at the call of his name, already looking a little glassy-eyed. "Take it off" Lan Zhan lifts his hips a bit to further indicate what he means. Wei Ying complies, biting at the cloth of Lan Zhan's briefs over a spot he knows is sensitive, and dragging downward over the curve of his husband's muscled thighs. Wei Ying almost tips over as he goes, unable to use his hands, but once he gets the briefs over the bend of Lan Zhan's knees and they are kicked off, he bullies his way back between his husband's legs, already mouthing at the inside of one thigh.
Lan Zhan pets over the top of Wei Ying's head, soothing him into slowing down from his more frantic pace. Wei Ying moves to mouth over the side of Lan Zhan's cock, truncated breaths smoothing out as he enters well-trodden territory. Lan Zhan settles into his seat on the couch, letting Wei Ying do as he pleases, for now. Wei Ying eventually moves to suckle at the tip of Lan Zhan's cock, lapping at the pre-come that had started to bead there. Wei Ying holds him there in his mouth for a moment, enjoying the familiar weight on his tongue, pulling out of and back into himself simultaneously. Lan Zhan groans softly as his husband begins moving again, working his way down the shaft, and again when Wei Ying moans as Lan Zhan grips his hair tighter.
Wei Ying is making soft hitched sounds in the back of his throat as he swallows around the head of Lan Zhan's cock. The stretch of his neck in the position Lan Zhan's big hands have pulled him into presses the body warm metal and smooth edge of leather into Wei Ying's skin, compounding the feeling of ownership and safety, Lan Zhan around his vulnerable neck, cradling the back of his head, fingers tangled in messed hair. Wei Ying is safe here in the hands of his husband, holding him just as dearly, as deeply as he is held; surrounded and shielded from the world. He finally lets go of the last of the tension, melting into the floor, held up only by the hand in his hair.
Lan Zhan shifts, heel lifting off the floor as he presses the sole of his foot into the junction of Wei Ying's splayed legs. Wei Ying, predictably, groans at this, hips tilting up into the pressure, small unconscious movements. Lan Zhan pulls him off his cock. Mouth still open, eyes barely cracked, Wei Ying whines at the loss.
"A-Ying, are you going to rut against anything that even touches you. Are you that desperate?" Wei Ying whines again and strains against the hand holding him back, mouth open and tongue out, trying to reach the cock just out of reach. "Tch, doesn't my pet deserve better than that? I don't like to treat my things with disregard." Wei Ying shakes his head at this, eyes scrunching shut. "No? Does A-Ying have a better idea?" Wei Ying shakes his head again, softening slightly. "So my pet trusts me to take care of him; trust that I will give him what he needs?" Wei Ying nods enthusiastically, trying to lean into the hand on his head. "Good, good boy."
Wei Ying moans as he is pulled back onto Lan Zhan's cock, letting his husband take control of his movements this time, surrendering himself completely. Lan Zhan increases the pressure on Wei Ying's cock, pushing down enough that it borders on painful, relishing the pitchy whine that it draws out and the tears that begin to gather at the corner of his eyes as he struggles to stay still. Lan Zhan presses just a bit harder, tipping over the line into pain and then removes his foot entirely as he pulls Wei Ying off his cock.
Wei Ying sobs at the loss, tears spilling over his cheekbones and Lan Zhan is struck by how much he loves this man that he gets to hold in his hands. "Good A-Ying, my A-Ying." Wei Ying smiles weakly at the praise, tears still flowing from closed eyes, and mouths soundlessly, 'yours'. Lan Zhan cannot help but lean down and kiss him at that, tasting the salt on Wei Ying's lips and himself on his tongue. Wei Ying moans into the kiss and tries to give as good as he gets but is no match for Lan Zhan's ferocity. Lan Zhan licks the tear tracks on Wei Ying's cheek and leans back to admire the sight before him.
Wei Ying's lips are puffy and red, his open mouth drooling slightly as he pants for breath, eyes reddened by tears, with heavy eyelashes clumped together. His collar a stark red and silver line across his throat, and the lines of his shoulders drawn back as he grips one hand in another. And his cock, hard and wet, weeping pre-come it looks almost painful. Lan Zhan has seen this sight many times, but every time it is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Caressing one cheek gently, Lan Zhan speaks "beautiful, my A-Ying is so beautiful." Wei Ying leans into the touch and turns to kiss Lan Zhan's wrist where he knows a tattoo of a black bunny is, just below the palm. He presses a thumb to the matching bunny on his wrist, mirroring his actions.
Lan Zhan loves his husband on his knees in front of him, but right now he wants to see him splayed out, the expanse of him laid out like a feast all for him. So, taking matters into his own hands, Lan Zhan stands up and picks up his husband, carrying him the short distance from the living room to their bedroom, ignoring the shriek of surprise from Wei Ying at the sudden change. Wei Ying is too out of it to make much of a protest at his transportation, but he does kick his legs a bit, just for the show of it.
Lan Zhan threw his husband down on their bed, without much force behind it, and Wei Ying landed on his stomach. Shifting a bit, he looks over his shoulder where Lan Zhan is watching him with hooded eyes, grinding down into the mattress in a moment of rebellion. "A-Ying stop." Wei Ying pouts at the expected rebuke and stops his grinding but does not stop moving entirely, pillowing his head on his forearms and stretching his back and widening his legs in a way he knows accentuates the curve of his ass. This has the desired effect as Lan Zhan jumps into action, growling as he moves to kneel on the bed, large hands wrapping around Wei Ying's hips and pulling them up.
Lan Zhan grips Wei Ying's ass, enjoying the way it reddens under his touch. Lan Zhan kneads at Wei Ying' 's ass for a few more moments before re-devoting himself to his mission. Drawing apart the cheeks of Wei Ying's ass, Lan Zhan leans down, licking over the revealed flesh as Wei Ying moans into his arms at the wet heat. Wei Ying thrusts his hips back into his husband who only grips him harder, fingers digging into skin to bruise. Lan Zhan continues his ministrations, licking and sucking at Wei Ying's hole, soaking up each wordless sound that spills from his mouth. As the muscle begins to loosen Lan Zhan thrusts his tongue in, knowing that the tease of penetration frustrates and excites his husband equally.
Lan Zhan begins to work one finger alongside his tongue, not bothering to reach for the lube knowing Wei Ying enjoys the half-dry stretch of using only saliva to ease the way. As he is easing in his second finger, Lan Zhan leans back a bit, watching the way his knuckles catch on Wei Ying's rim, his shuddering thighs and dripping cock. Lan Zhan then has a stroke of genius, moaning at his own thoughts; he spits into Wei Ying's hole as he scissors his fingers open. Wei Ying moans the loudest he has all night and Lan Zhan can tell that he is trying not to come, muscles tensing forcefully and his cock twitching almost in rhythm with his heartbeat.
Lan Zhan drinks in the sight of his husband before him, flushed and perfect, and with his free hand pinches at the base of Wei Ying's cock harshly. Lan Zhan revels in the pained cry that it prompts and the clenching of his hole around his fingers as he adds a third finger and targets his prostate. Stuck between two insistent hands simultaneously drawing him towards orgasm and cruelly blocking the path, Wei Ying is riding the knife's edge of pleasure and pain, making weak gasps and moans into the bedding. Trying unsuccessfully to get away from the assault on his senses Wei Ying draws his hips back.
At Wei Ying's aborted attempt to escape Lan Zhan draws his fingers out of his husband's ass and brings it down on the side of his ass, turning the skin a quick white that fades into a delicious red. Wei Ying's cock twitches in Lan Zhan's grip at the impact, and he moans as his husband's fingers return, stretching his rim and Lan Zhan spits in it again. Lan Zhan removes both hands from his husband's body, which immediately falls to the bed once it is no longer being held up. Wei Ying lies there boneless and achingly hard for the moment he is left untouched until Lan Zhan's hands return and turn him over onto his back.
Wei Ying can barely open his eyes, but he blinks away the tears clouding his vision to see his husband kneeling over him, flushed down his chest and eyes blown wide with pleasure. Lan Zhan settles his hands on Wei Ying's hips as he takes in the mess he has made of him. Face puffy from tears, lips bitten red and wet, his whole body flushed with pleasure, Lan Zhan wants nothing more than his husband, vulnerable and flayed open like this.
After his moment of admiration, Lan Zhan manhandles his ragdolled husband into place, thighs laid over his and hips perfectly tilted. Lan Zhan, finally, guides his cock to Wei Ying's entrance, pushing in just slowly enough to emphasise the burn of the stretch of his husband around him, hot and almost too tight. Wei Ying groans as he is pushed into hands coming up to grip tightly at Lan Zhan's hair, trying to pull him down for a kiss. Lan Zhan simply keeps pushing in slowly, stopping once he is fully sheathed to allow Wei Ying to adjust a bit and to calm himself down a bit, the hot grip of Wei Ying's ass having him close to coming before he wants.
Wei Ying whines after a few moments of stillness, kicking his feet against the bed and Lan Zhan's back, trying to get him to start moving. Lan Zhan takes another second to gather himself before setting into a punishing pace, nailing Wei Ying's prostate on each pass and making his eyes roll back in his head with pleasure. Lan Zhan has to close his eyes against the sight of his husband so lost in his pleasure, groaning when he feels Wei Ying tighten around him. Lan Zhan finally lets himself be pulled down into a kiss with Wei Ying, sloppy as it is with Wei Ying so pleasure drunk. Wei Ying continues keening into Lan Zhan as he noses down his neck to bite at the skin just above the collar, sucking a bruise into the delicate skin there.
"A-Ying," Lan Zhan is panting now, sweat dripping down the valley between his pecs. "A-Ying, come for me." Wei Ying wraps his legs around Lan Zhan's hips, grinding himself down onto his cock and clenching down as he comes untouched with a loud moan. Lan Zhan is one the edge himself, and he keeps fucking Wei Ying through his orgasm, finally coming as Wei Ying twitches with the last vestiges of his orgasm. Lan Zhan groans, head bowed, as he comes, filling his husband and drawing one last moan from him at the sensation.
Lan Zhan and Wei Ying linger in the post-orgasmic bliss for a while, before the cooling sweat and come becomes uncomfortable and Lan Zhan pulls out with a wince from Wei Ying. Lan Zhan reaches over to the bedside table to pull out a wet wipe and gently begins wiping his boneless husband down. “Feeling good?” Lan Zhan asks, pressing a kiss to Wei Ying’s cheek. “Mhmm,'' Wei Ying nods, turning towards his husband to kiss him back. Lan Zhan smiles gently at him and begins helping Wei Ying sit up. Lan Zhan hands Wei Ying a gatorade, helping him to drink it as he is still a little clumsy.
“Ah, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying’s voice is a bit hoarse but comes out strong nonetheless. “Lan Zhan, my love.” Wei Ying reaches out with one hand, cupping his husband's cheek. Lan Zhan presses a kiss to the bunny on his wrist. “Hm, what is it, Wei Ying.” Wei Ying smiles at him, love in his eyes. “My Lan Zhan, I love you.” Wei Ying thinks that Lan Zhan looks like he is about to burst into tears. “Love Wei Ying too.” Lan Zhan leans in and presses a chase kiss to his husband's lips, resting his forehead against Wei Yings and says, “I love you.” He kisses him again.