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Arms up, elbows out. Wrists crossed, tied off to the ring at the top of the headboard. Legs hiked up and open wide, knees out nearly to his shoulders, ankles tucked and strapped tight against his thighs. Propped up on a mound of pillows, hips curved upwards like an offering, making sure none of his joints were at too awkward of an angle, making sure he had a good view.
The first time Wei Ying’d been trussed up in this particular pose, he’d been unable to prevent himself from making a comment--something about the sexiest stuffed turkey. Lan Zhan made sure to gag him after that one. It gave him something to sink his teeth into, so he didn’t mind too much. He could still whine plenty, even if it was just noise.
Lan Zhan was kneeling between his legs, face serene, gaze turned down, his whole focus on Wei Ying’s crotch. He seemed utterly at ease, like he was working on a composition or reading poetry, save for the dramatic erection that he completely ignored even as his excitement rolled in a glistening, wet trail down the side of the shaft. The kind of willpower--insane. Wei Ying could hardly stand a minute before he was shifting, wriggling, trying to express how much he wanted to be touched. Lan Zhan resolutely ignored his pitiful squirming.
Wei Ying’s hand tensed on the hollow metal ball he gripped in his palm. If he dropped it, the thing would ring like a bell, a ball bearing inside clattering around to be sure neither of them could miss the noise of it hitting the bed or the floor. It was the easiest way to call for a sudden stop when somebody was tied up this securely, although neither of them had actually used it yet. Wei Ying was always worried about dropping it on accident and ruining a scene, but honestly--he only got more grabby-hands when he was losing his mind, so there was no real danger of him letting go unintentionally.
Lan Zhan’s hands finally moved up to rest on his skin--sliding precisely into place on either side of Wei Ying’s mound, thumbs curving along the barest edge of his lips and pulling, spreading him. He whined, high-pitched and hungry, but Lan Zhan wasn’t going to be hurried--he just peeled him wide open and looked. Face unchanging, eyes half-lidded and deep in thought, just--just looking, like he was studying, silent. Wei Ying twitched, tugged a little at his bound wrists uselessly, growled into the gag. Lan Zhan ignored all of it, didn’t even look up at him, didn’t so much as twitch. Like the rest of Wei Ying wasn’t even there.
It was maddening. It made his dick so hard, just being stared at, little hot-painful throbs racing through the stiff nub. His hole flexed, squeezing and relaxing, craving anything, any touch at all. Lan Zhan observed with the distant reserve of a scientist, cold and unmoving, as Wei Ying’s twitching grew more desperate, more intense. Taking his sweet time, absolutely refusing to be rushed in any way. Wei Ying’s next whine was thready, wavering, begging.
His sense of time was shit to begin with, but like this, caught like this, he had no idea how long it took before Lan Zhan finally moved his hands again. Thumbs sliding up along the outer curve of his vulva, just barely grazing the lips within, a ghost of a touch that made Wei Ying squirm again. Up, slowly, until Lan Zhan’s thumbs were just--just, just not quite touching his cock, resting on either side of the prominent little thing, lightly pressing into the sensitive flesh just next to his begging root. Wei Ying tossed his head to the side and cried, gnawing at the gag like a trapped animal, his pussy giving a harsh squeeze.
The barest hint of a frown crossed the corners of Lan Zhan’s mouth as he watched Wei Ying’s cunt pull itself closed again, without his thumbs to hold it open. Like he was dissatisfied with the display of how tight Wei Ying could clutch him, if he just moved his hips forward and-- But Lan Zhan moved back instead, his warm hands leaving Wei Ying’s tingling crotch, leaving him bereft. He wailed out piteously as his boyfriend slid back, reaching off the side of the bed, grabbing one of the implements he’d prepared.
Wei Ying didn’t actually know what all Lan Zhan was planning. He’d deliberately not paid attention, because the anticipation of not knowing what was going through his partner’s head gave him a thrill. So it was completely legitimate surprise that widened his eyes and raced in a hot-cold prickle through his belly as Lan Zhan returned with, of all things, a speculum--made entirely of clear plastic, so it wouldn’t impede his view. Where had he even gotten that thing? He had to’ve ordered it online. The sight of something so sterile, so, so--clinical, made Wei Ying’s lower abdomen clench, his thighs bunch up, muscles going taut with a pronounced shiver.
Words tried to fall out of his mouth as Lan Zhan touched the bills of the speculum to his opening, the gag turning his babble into nothing but a series of little sounds. That was fine, nothing coming out of him had any meaning anyway--just useless no no no, Lan Zhan, no, don’t, I’ll, I’ll, that’s embarrassing, Lan Zhan, don’t, don’t! All the silly things that he babbled whenever he was too excited, when he started to run his mouth, all the Lan Zhan, you can’t do this to me, you can’t open me up with that thing-- just turned into mush, his body shaking, hands clutching tight at the safety ball, white-knuckled because if he lost his grip on it and this stopped he would definitely die--
The speculum slid into place, the end of the bills knocking at the end of his pussy. Wei Ying was built shallow, which he appreciated since there was nothing quite like when Lan Zhan would get his fingernails into his cervix and rough it up, make him scream about it. He clenched around the device, gripping it tight, writhing a little. It was good, having something inside of him, but it wasn’t enough--not with it just sitting there, still, not doing anything--
Lan Zhan twisted the little knob at the side, and the bills started to open. Wei Ying’s body jolted, legs trying to kick, failing. One twist, two, three--the speculum cranking wider, wider, spreading his hole, opening him up. Lan Zhan was a beast, Wei Ying was used to taking things that were thick, but there was something just--so different when it was like this. When he wasn’t taking something, he was just being--being pried apart, turned into an open pit that just went straight down in with nothing in the way. Being displayed, so the cool bedroom air could reach all the way in, so Lan Zhan’s gentle gaze was right on his cervix.
Helpless, that was the feeling. It was intoxicating, it made him whine and cry and sink his teeth tight into the gag, twist his wrists uselessly, curl his toes. His body’s natural defenses were all taken away from him. He couldn’t do anything to stop his boyfriend from just... looking at him, in there, a place that was normally hidden away from the light. His insides, even if he was shallow, it was still meant to be--meant to be hidden.
Fuck, he was so fucking wet. His dick was pounding as Lan Zhan just--just looked.
Finally satisfied with how wide Wei Ying’s cunt was spread, Lan Zhan let his hands move back up, thumbs bracing on either side of his little cock again. He pressed in and tugged, pulling back, making Wei Ying’s nub pop out more dramatically--forcing it to jut out at a sharper angle. And then he just--held the pose, observing, watching Wei Ying’s body shiver, watching his dick twitch, his cunt clench around the wide bills of the speculum. Just watched as Wei Ying descended into madness, writhing uselessly, babbling pleading nonsense into the gag, head tossing side to side.
Lan Zhan, please! Please!! Mercy! It didn’t matter that the words just turned into garbled noise, because Lan Zhan wasn’t going to listen to him either way. He could definitely hear the tone of desperation in Wei Ying’s voice, and he dismissed it without so much as a flicker of an eyelash. All his attention was between Wei Ying’s legs, not a single drop to spare for any other part of him.
And then he bowed forward, his breath one hot puff over Wei Ying’s wet flesh before his lips wrapped around his proffered nub, tongue giving it a firm swipe, swirling around the swollen head. He sucked, hard, hard, and Wei Ying arched--tried to arch, anyway--and screamed, legs jumping as he fought with his restraints, head shoving backwards hard into the pile of pillows that kept him from knocking his skull on the headboard. His eyes rolled, wide, vision blurring as Lan Zhan’s mouth just--his lips moving, sliding for a better seal over his dick, tongue rippling in quick, jolting laps across the tip, then another suck that made Wei Ying’s whole body spark with electric heat--
And then Lan Zhan pulled off with a wet pop, leaving Wei Ying’s cock stinging and throbbing and purple, his cunt clenching wildly around the speculum, his chest shuddering with shallow panting. He writhed mindlessly for a moment, growling nonsense, trying to get back to his boyfriend’s mouth, much too far away as Lan Zhan’s attention went back to whatever toys he’d gotten ready. Wei Ying was going to cry. He felt it, burning in his eyes, the threat. He was going to fucking bawl, whether Lan Zhan went back down on his dick or not. Fuck.
The blurry vision and lack of focus meant he missed exactly what Lan Zhan had in his hand as he moved back into place. He caught a flash of shiny chrome finish, something long and slender, moving in on his defenseless spread hole--
He sang out a cracked note when the thin probe pressed tight up against his exposed cervix and thrummed with a stunningly powerful vibration for such a compact toy. With the speculum holding him wide, it touched nothing but the precise spot Lan Zhan wanted, a focused point of contact that he traced in a slow circle around the desperately sensitive internal barrier. Wei Ying squealed, head tossing side to side, eyes scrunched shut, teeth digging into the gag until his jaw hurt. His hips tried to buck, succeeding only in doing little, impotent jerks. Lan Zhan just pressed one hand flat on his lower stomach, holding him in place easily, forcing him to submit to the attention on his cervix, unable to move forward or back, get more or retreat, the probe buzzing merrily away as it traced around and around and-- fuck-- and-- fuck--
Wei Ying’s body crunched inwards, what little it could, as a harsh shudder ran up from his sex through his stomach and blew through his brain like a tidal wave. His vision went spotty and he made a pathetic, grunting little noise. He’d absolutely started crying at some point, tears running freely down his face. His body relaxed slowly in the wake of his orgasm, slumping into the pillows that kept him propped up, tingling sharply through his cunt and cock. Lan Zhan removed the probe, set it off to the far side for later cleaning.
And then braced Wei Ying’s still-twitching dick between his thumbs again and ran his tongue over it in a broad, hot stroke that made him shriek into the gag, legs jerking in an attempted kick. Lan Zhan, no, stop that, it’s too, don’t, I can’t, I’m gonna die, Lan Zhan--mercy, mercy, stop, oh fuck, please, gods--! but it was all just mashed nonsense through the gag in his mouth, meaningless sounds, and his boyfriend did not even look up. Did not even acknowledge his existence except to keep licking, tongue curling to this side and that side in turn, swiping over and around his stinging cock, driving him to madness as he fought his bindings wildly.
Lan Zhan polished his hypersensitive dick until he was sobbing, his chest heaving, his face and chest hot from the struggle and tension, his stomach pulled in taut and quivering as he tried to get his hips away from Lan Zhan’s horrible, horrible mouth. He couldn’t--fuck, fuck--he couldn’t get away, every time he managed to move a fraction Lan Zhan just patiently followed, never leaving his cock alone, harassing it until he was screaming and hitching and he was choking on his sobs, trying to twist, trying to kick him off, anything, anything--
Lan Zhan’s mouth closed around his tortured dick and then he was being sucked on and he belted out a scream that was worthy of a slasher film, yanking his arms hard enough to rattle the ball in his hands. Lan Zhan’s gaze flicked up for just a second at the sound--but as soon as he confirmed Wei Ying had not actually let go of the ball, all his attention was back between his legs. Lan Zhan sucked him through the agony of oversensitivity, tortured his pounding nub until he started to grow numb to it, and only then pulled away with a soft huff of breath.
Wei Ying sagged once the torment finally abated, panting deep and hard, eyes closed, body limp. Little shivers ran through his thighs, the pinned-up position starting to get a little less comfortable after all his struggling, but it wasn’t too bad yet--only a subtle burn. He felt the bed dip as Lan Zhan moved, and opened one eye to get a look at what his boyfriend was up to.
He caught the little black bottle in his hand, and his eyes went huge, his back stiff. Wei Ying grit his teeth into the gag and shook his head, trying to scoot back away as Lan Zhan moved in on him again, kneeling before his open sex once more. Wei Ying shook his head harder, giving a cry of protest, No, Lan Zhan, not that stuff, not now, you can’t, that’s way too much, you’ll break me, Lan Zhan, please--
Lan Zhan met his eyes, looking at him directly, his expression utterly neutral as he unscrewed the cap on the small bottle. Wei Ying twisted his hips, tried to get away, but Lan Zhan’s hand settled on him and pinned him flat once more. His thumb swept over Wei Ying’s dick, making him hiss and toss his head back. He couldn’t help a pained buck when Lan Zhan pinched the little nub between his forefinger and thumb, holding it prisoner. He tipped the bottle over it, a gentle squeeze--welling up a single drop of liquid from within, watching with the dedicated attention of a scientist. Held it there, surface tension keeping the droplet suspended over Wei Ying’s helpless cock, an eternity as he gasped raggedly, dizzied in fear as his eyes locked on the sparkling bead of fluid--
Then it dropped down onto his dick, spreading over it, only slightly thicker than water. Content with that amount of damage, Lan Zhan re-capped the bottle, set it aside.
Wei Ying braced himself. At first it was nothing--just cool wetness on his dick, hardly noticeable but for how over-worked his nub already was. And then, as the seconds ticked by into a minute, the glow started. Heat building up, nerves starting to prickle and the itch and then burn--sweet, painless fire rolling through his cock, making it darken and thicken and prod upwards as far as it could. He groaned deep in his chest as it took over, squirming, gasping for breath, trying to pop his hips up, to get a touch--
And then Lan Zhan’s thumb pressed on his cock and he screeched, nerves all shooting off in electrical spasms that made his crotch light up like the fucking sun, an explosion of just raw stimulation racing through him. The pressing thumb shifted slowly, rolling his pounding, pulsing cock in a slow circle, and he howled like a mad beast, thighs trying to snap together to protect himself whilst simultaneously pressing his hips into the touch as firmly as he was able. Pain and pleasure swept in waves through his sex, his cunt clamping tight, too tight on the speculum until it ached, muscles shaking all through his belly, everything cramping up harshly.
The thumb slid away. Lan Zhan leaned in, and Wei Ying shouted at him, hoarse, unintelligible, drooling around the gag, tears on his face, No, no, fucker, don’t you fucking dare, Lan Zhan, LAN ZHAN--
And that hot silken mouth closed around his cock and he fucking lost it, shrieking, wild, starbursts going off behind his eyes as he was sucked, merciless, pitiless, Lan Zhan was going to kill him, he was going to pull the life right out of him through his miserable little cock, he was dying it was too much, it was too much, it was too much--
Two fingers dove into his pinned-open pussy and pressed hard against his cervix, rubbing it hard and fast, a vicious back-and-forth scrub over the puckered gate and Wei Ying’s voice cracked apart into an awful squeak and his body seized up and fuck fuck fuck fuck--
A searing liquid rush ran through him, melting down his muscles, as he fucking squirted against Lan Zhan’s chin and it was like every ounce of strength and soul exited his body along with the hot, slippery fluid. His dick was pulsing like an exploding star and his eyes rolled back, everything whited out, ears ringing.
He was loosely aware, in a very floaty, distant way, as Lan Zhan pulled away. Closed the bills of the speculum and carefully slipped it out of his aching, twitching hole, and set to undoing his bindings--one leg, hands working up and down the muscles and joints to ease it out straight, then the other. Then his arms, his wrists, Lan Zhan’s big, warm hands kneading carefully with each one so that he loosened up from his locked-up crunch. The gag was slid out of his mouth, set aside, and Lan Zhan carefully removed the ball from his cramped hands.
He hissed softly when Lan Zhan cleaned gently between his legs, wiping away the excess wetness in careful swipes, and received a kiss to his temple as consolation. Lan Zhan’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him in close, tucking his head over his boyfriend’s broad chest and just letting him exist there for a while, thinking nothing. Just being. It was nice, to just... be. A glass of water happened in there, somewhere, that was also nice, because wow he sure had fucked his throat up a bit with all the screaming.
“Lan Zhan,” he mumbled, eventually, some measure of time later that he couldn’t be bothered to track. Lan Zhan gave a soft hum, messing gently with Wei Ying’s hands--fingers sliding between his own, across his palm, across the back. Just touching him, keeping him there where things were good and warm and nice. Gods, Lan Zhan’s hands were good. What was he saying? Oh yeah. “Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan, you’re very mean. Very evil. To your Wei Ying.”
“Mn,” he replied, unconcerned. That was fine. As long as he knew. Wei Ying would get his revenge next time. That was good. Fine. Nice.