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Wei Ying stared as Lan Zhan finally eased down his trousers and revealed his erection in all its glory. "Ah, ahhh-hah-hah-hah, may-be we could - start with something less, ah, how do you hide that thing in your robes, haven't you been ah-accused of smuggling a scroll or - or a quarterstaff or something?"
"Wei Ying." Lan Zhan gave him a steady look, almost expressionless despite his very, very hard and very, very, very large erection, which was distracting Wei Ying enough that he couldn't spare the attention to figure out the precise flavour of almost-expressionless and from that guess what Lan Zhan was actually feeling right now.
"Lan Zhan?" he asked helplessly. "I just - That's - It's -" he waved helplessly at it.
"Wei Ying. You agreed." There might have been the slightest trace of hurt in Lan Zhan's voice.
"I did!" Wei Ying had actually been the one to suggest they do this in the first place. "I definitely - that is a thing I most certainly did," he agreed, nodding along, eyes fixed on it. "I did," he repeated faintly, before meeting Lan Zhan's eyes again. "But! Could we, maybe, just take a -" he swallowed hard as Lan Zhan stepped closer to him, reaching to take a firm grip on his arms, "a few, ah, could you just - maybe just the tip?"
Lan Zhan raised one eyebrow.
"It's just, I wasn't expecting you to be quite so, ah, impressive - not that I wasn't expecting you to be impressive, but, I just, the scale was slightly off and you're -" Lan Zhan starting slowly pushing him down, and Wei Ying couldn't bring himself to resist, caught between the excitement heating him up and the memory of that almost-imagined hurt in Lan Zhan's voice.
"Just the tip," Lan Zhan repeated.
Wei Ying nodded frantically. "Just this once! Just because it's our first time, it's my first time doing this with anyone, Lan Zhan, you can't expect me to be able to take all of that in me at once when I've never had anything inside me before!"
Lan Zhan's pupils expanded so quickly his eyes seemed to turn black. "You've never had anything in you?"
Wei Ying shivered, Lan Zhan's intense stare making him feel hunted, like Lan Zhan was about to pounce and devour him completely. "Never," he whispered, slowly shaking his head, feeling like one loud noise or sharp motion would break the sudden tension between them and then Lan Zhan would - he jerked, suddenly trying to pull free, not even knowing why he was almost fighting Lan Zhan when the throbbing of his own hard dick was telling him the last thing he wanted to do was win.
Lan Zhan flipped him over effortlessly, holding him down with one hand while the other reached for the jar of oil Wei Ying had completely forgotten about. "Just the tip."
Wei Ying shuddered, on his knees with his ass raised in the air, Lan Zhan's hand pinning his wrists to the small of his back. It was easier now that he couldn't see Lan Zhan's massive dick, easier to remember that he'd suggested this, he wanted this, and he spread his thighs and arched his back. "Just the tip," he begged, and Lan Zhan's hum as he let go of Wei Ying's wrists sounded like approval, and that sound fanned the flames of Wei Ying's arousal so that he almost didn't mind the chill shock of the oil being poured over his hole.
Lan Zhan took hold of Wei Ying's hips with both hands, and Wei Ying braced himself, unable to relax. Lan Zhan pressed the head of his dick against Wei Ying's oily hole, and it felt even bigger than it had looked, and Wei Ying had half a moment to think, 'Maybe I shouldn't have suggested this at all,' and then Lan Zhan pushed and Wei Ying keened as he felt himself forced open.
Lan Zhan stopped pushing forwards once the head was in, but Wei Ying already felt impossibly full, split open and about to burst. "Lan Zhan is too biiiig," he wailed, and Lan Zhan made an angry sound at the words and pushed deeper.
"Wei Ying can take more," he said (ordered?), and shoved forwards again as Wei Ying shook his head desperately.
"Too much, I'm too full, you promised, just the tip -" and Lan Zhan had promised, but now Wei Ying was trapped and helpless under him and couldn't stop him from breaking his promise -
"Wei Ying can take all of me," Lan Zhan said with absolute certainty, and pulled Wei Ying's hips back as he pushed his own forward, and Wei flung his head back and squealed as he felt Lan Zhan's groin slap against his ass, knowing Lan Zhan was in him to the base of his cock and feeling like - "I'm going to break! Lan Zhan, you'll break me!"
Lan Zhan grunted, drew back, and thrust in again. Wei Ying jolted under him, feeling the emptiness when Lan Zhan pulled out, feeling overfull when he pushed back in. "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, I can't take it," he sobbed as his back arched again, trying to push back to meet Lan Zhan's thrusts even as he cried because it felt like Lan Zhan's dick was hollowing him out, and being full felt so much better than being empty. "Lan Zhan, you're so cruel," he gasped, and Lan Zhan gripped his hips tighter and sped up his thrusting, forcing Wei Ying's body to open up for him, seeming not to care that Wei Ying was hard and helpless and full of so much more than just the tip and, "You promised, Lan Zhan, you promised," Wei Ying accused him.
Lan Zhan just leaned over him and said, "Wei Ying is taking all of me," and Wei Ying almost came, shuddering and keening and unable to stop himself from shifting in a futile attempt to let Lan Zhan in even deeper, feeling something white-hot blaze through him from knowing that Lan Zhan was just using Wei Ying as he wanted and Wei Ying couldn't escape, couldn't resist, couldn't stop him. Lan Zhan made a pleased sound that Wei Ying recognised, and Wei Ying's eyes flew open as he shouted, "No, no, don't come in me! Don't come in me, Lan Zhan!" and tried to wriggle away.
"I will," Lan Zhan said smugly, and the words, the tone, made that white-hot blaze flare and Wei Ying was coming without a single touch to his cock, coming as Lan Zhan shuddered over him and poured his own cum inside Wei Ying.
Lan Zhan finally let go of Wei Ying's hips to wrap his arms tightly around his lover, pulling him up and back so Wei Ying was sat in Lan Zhan's lap as Lan Zhan knelt. "Wei Ying. Are you all right?"
Wei Ying leaned back into him, still feeling shivery and helpless (still trapped, still at Lan Zhan's mercy). He whimpered as the new position jostled Lan Zhan's still half-hard dick inside him. "Lan Zhan is so mean to his Wei Ying," he pouted, ignoring the waver in his voice.
"My Wei Ying puts a great deal of effort into earning it," Lan Zhan said drily. He rocked his hips a little, testing.
Wei Ying's eyes widened, and he twisted his head around to stare pleadingly at Lan Zhan (he couldn't pull away, he couldn't stand up, if Lan Zhan decided he wanted more Wei Ying's only hope was to beg for his mercy). "No, please, Lan Zhan, that was my first time, I can't take more," he started to babble, seeming unaware that he was already starting to circle his own hips in response to Lan Zhan's movements.
Lan Zhan smiled knowingly at him, one hand sliding up Wei Ying's chest to settle loosely (threateningly) around his neck. "You will."