Sunlight is already flittering between the window blinds by the time Wei Ying starts blinking awake. He turns around to smile at Lan Zhan, hoodie brushing up against Lan Zhan’s t-shirt.<\/p>\n
“Hey,” Wei Ying says. He’s still as close as they were when they were spooning asleep\u2014just awake now, and facing his boyfriend. “Morning.”<\/p>\n
“Good morning.” The low timbre of Lan Zhan’s voice is a pretty clear indication that Lan Zhan himself hasn’t left bed since he’d awoken. Indeed, he’d spent most of the morning staring at Wei Ying, despite when his stomach would growl. He doesn’t think that his absence in bed would result in Wei Ying slipping out before he could say hi anymore, but one can never be too certain.<\/p>\n
This time Wei Ying giggles and kisses beneath Lan Zhan’s chin. Lan Zhan’s stomach rumbles. Wei Ying giggles some more. “You hungry, gege?” he says, patting Lan Zhan’s stomach. He starts clambering out of Lan Zhan’s bed, stretches. His hoodie rides up, exposing the small of his back, above the enticing curve of his ass fitted into his black boxer briefs.<\/p>\n
Wei Ying continues, “What do you think this morning? Do you have any leftover noodles? I can’t believe with all that I ate last night I’m still hungry.” He’d gotten the munchies like nothing else, craving a different food every fifteen minutes before he’d eventually fallen asleep. Lan Zhan himself had been too stoned to put away the peanut butter from last night.<\/p>\n
Lan Zhan picks up the joint from the ashtray at his bedside and lights it in his mouth. Wei Ying turns at the sound of the click of the lighter and brightens. “Gimme,” he says, as Lan Zhan takes his pull.<\/p>\n
Lan Zhan hands it over, mesmerized as Wei Ying drags through the cherry, eyes heavy and hazing over as he exhales. “There,” he says, and then sticks the joint back into Lan Zhan’s mouth. “All yours.”<\/p>\n
He’s sitting on top of Lan Zhan, bracketing Lan Zhan’s hips with his knees. Lan Zhan takes another drag and then cups Wei Ying by the face with his free hand, prying his mouth open with his thumb. Wei Ying laughs until Lan Zhan breathes smoke into his mouth, then Wei Ying is all over him, kissing him, sucking the smoke out of Lan Zhan’s throat as Lan Zhan shoves his tongue in his mouth. “Ah, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying says, between Lan Zhan biting his bottom lip, overwhelmed with the desire to reach as deep into Wei Ying as he can, fill him up more than the smoke in his lungs. “Ah, fuck,” Wei Ying groans.<\/p>\n
Lan Zhan is aware he’s hard; has been since he woke up this morning with Wei Ying’s back pressed against his front. He can wait a little longer. He takes another hit of the joint that’s still burning in his left hand, leaning back and watching Wei Ying who’s grinding down on the imprint of his cock beneath his sweatpants. “Are you still hungry,” Lan Zhan says.<\/p>\n
“Well I’m a little distracted now,” Wei Ying says pointedly. He makes grabby hands for the joint again as Lan Zhan takes a hit again. “Now you’re just making me think of sex and weed.”<\/p>\n
“Mm,” Lan Zhan says. Instead of handing the joint over, he raises it to Wei Ying’s mouth, watching as Wei Ying flits his lips over it, wet against Lan Zhan’s fingers, sucking the smoke in. They’d finished one and a quarter of this one last night; there’s about a quarter left now. “Which one do you want first.”<\/p>\n
“Which one do you want to give to me first?” Wei Ying smokes again like he doesn’t have a pack full of edibles at his own apartment.<\/p>\n
Lan Zhan’s hand snakes down to Wei Ying’s ass, consistently warm and taunting even this morning. Wei Ying yelps and laughs. “I thought sex would be less practical,” he says, glancing to the joint in Lan Zhan’s hand.<\/p>\n
“I can multitask,” Lan Zhan says, palming beneath Wei Ying’s boxer briefs. He’s a little dry since they haven’t fucked since yesterday afternoon; but Wei Ying likes it a little dry, a little rough, which he only admits when he’s high out of his mind.<\/p>\n
Wei Ying plucks what’s left of the joint out of Lan Zhan’s hand, takes a hit, then puts it back in the ashtray. “You should’ve warned me you get horny when you’re stoned,” he says, before taking Lan Zhan’s mouth to breathe out his smoke.<\/p>\n
Lan Zhan sucks it all out\u2014all the smoke and more, sitting up in his bed, sliding Wei Ying’s underwear down, slotting two fingers in him. Not easily, and Wei Ying bites at his lip in retaliation, but Lan Zhan doesn’t let up. “Shit,” Wei Ying blabbers. “I forgot how big your fingers are, I forget every time.”<\/p>\n
He’s tight, perfect as usual. Lan Zhan still can’t believe this is his. He takes his time taking Wei Ying apart, watching him sweat in his hoodie, the haze of the smoke in his brain unconcerned about the heavy weight of his cock against his thigh, just enjoying the view.<\/p>\n
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying whines. “Lan Zhan, I wanna come.”<\/p>\n
“You can come,” Lan Zhan says. “You have, without me touching you.”<\/p>\n
It’s true. But Wei Ying, red-cheeked, slippery palms against Lan Zhan’s white t-shirt on his chest, protests, “I can’t. Not without your\u2014your\u2014”<\/p>\n
Ah. “My fingers are not enough?” Lan Zhan curls them pointedly, intoxicated in the heat as Wei Ying’s hole tightens and contracts.<\/p>\n
If possible, Wei Ying gets redder. He bats his fists against Lan Zhan’s chest. “Don’t make me say it!” he says, though surely he knows that means Lan Zhan will.<\/p>\n
Lan Zhan says, “Say it.”<\/p>\n
“I won’t!” Wei Ying rides Lan Zhan’s fingers harder, heavy-eyed, dick-drunk out of his mind.<\/p>\n
Lan Zhan takes his fingers out, feels the brief moment around Wei Ying’s rim where he surely aches, from being suddenly empty. Wei Ying gasps. Lan Zhan grips his ass cheeks, slides the leaking imprint of his dick between them, and says, “Say it.”<\/p>\n
“Your dick, Lan Zhan,” and then Lan Zhan is taking his dick out of his sweatpants and underwear and sliding it up right into Wei Ying with the same virility as his fingers had, every inch before Wei Ying has the countenance to take in each one.<\/p>\n
Wei Ying mouths at Lan Zhan’s shoulder, his t-shirt. “Fuck,” he says, because somehow he gets even more talkative when he’s high. Sober he would just take it like a good boy. “Ah, best way to start the day, so full. I want every morning to start like this.” He cries out when Lan Zhan thrusts into him then, hard and deep like a punch in the gut.<\/p>\n
He’s a sight to behold; Lan Zhan strips his hoodie off so he can press his thumb into Wei Ying’s little nipples, pinching, focused on stimulating him as much as he can while chasing his own pleasure. If Wei Ying can talk after this, then Lan Zhan isn’t fucking him hard enough. He’s a thousand times tighter than the fleshlight Lan Zhan used to use every time he got high and horny; when Wei Ying found out about it, he made Lan Zhan throw it out and rode his dick for an hour. That was how they’d exchanged numbers for the first time.<\/p>\n
Lan Zhan grabs him by the waist and flips him around, pressing him facedown in the bed as he runs his hands up from the bottom of Wei Ying’s spine. “Come, Wei Ying,” he growls out, “only from my cock,” and Wei Ying does.<\/p>\n
It takes a little longer for Lan Zhan, immersed in Wei Ying’s wetness, silky walls, the way there’s so much of himself but Wei Ying takes it all, sucking him in like he wants more. Lan Zhan can’t bear not being inside him, pacing faster and faster until it’s all he knows, all he’s ever known, being so deep inside Wei Ying that he never wants to leave. He fills Wei Ying up with his seed and a series of low grunts, twitching impossibly as Wei Ying tightens and keeps him inside.<\/p>\n
Wei Ying turns his head to watch him partway, grinning, holding Lan Zhan’s face as he finishes his orgasm. “A perfect man,” he says, as Lan Zhan trembles inside him. “And all mine.”<\/p>\n
“All yours,” Lan Zhan groans. His cock spurts a little more. Wei Ying squirms and his smile widens.<\/p>\n
“I’m still hungry, you know,” he says. “Not even Lan Zhan can fuck the hunger out of me.” His eyes sparkle like it’s a challenge.<\/p>\n
They’re late to lunch.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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