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Art by soursoppi<\/p><\/div>\n

Wei Ying wears chokers all the time as a fashion accessory.<\/p>\n

His friend Lan Zhan, however, never feels like he\u2019s able to communicate with him, because whenever Wei Ying is around, wearing chokers, Lan Zhan just thinks about hooking his fingers under them and fucking him.<\/p>\n

Most of Wei Ying\u2019s chokers are from Spencer\u2019s\/Hot Topic\/Claire\u2019s, shitty and tacky. But even with the cheapest ones, Lan Zhan wants to thread his fingers under and see if Wei Ying likes having his air slightly cut off.<\/p>\n

(Spoiler: Wei Ying would totally be into it.)<\/p>\n

But it’s just a fashion accessory so Lan Zhan feels guilty but also. Not.<\/p>\n

Later, Lan Zhan buys him an expensive choker and Wei Ying is excited because Lan Zhan pays attention to his fashion choices! Except, sometimes Lan Zhan feels like it\u2019s the only thing he pays attention to\u2014which isn\u2019t restrictively true, just that the chokers are very distracting. Wei Ying wears the choker that Lan Zhan bought him now, all the time, and it practically breaks Lan Zhan\u2019s brain.<\/p>\n

They fall into a pattern of Lan Zhan buying expensive chokers that eventually turn into Lan Zhan buying expensive collars from sex shops with O-rings and D-rings. He’s not sure if Wei Ying notices that they’re collars and not chokers anymore, especially since Wei Ying just keeps wearing them.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan gets one that specifically made him think of Wei Ying, like it was made for him, black with red studs and a glint of a silver clasp. When he gives it to Wei Ying, Wei Ying says, \u201cHaha, Lan Zhan, I have so many chokers from you! They\u2019re like my whole collection now!\u201d<\/p>\n

And then he says, \u201cYou should buy leashes for me next.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan’s brain promptly whites out.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

On Wei Ying\u2019s end, he doesn’t really know why this is happening. And for a long time, Wei Ying thinks to himself, \u201cThis is a totally normal friend thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

But then years into Lan Zhan buying him so many chokers and then collars (and Wei Ying\u00a0does<\/em>\u00a0notice) and Lan Zhan praising or demeaning him, Wei Ying thinks, \u201c\u2026 oh.\u201d Because he\u2019s kind of really into that, insults and compliments alike, along with the chokers from Lan Zhan\u2014they all make his skin tingle. And he feels weird about it because Lan Zhan is just being a caring and attentive friend, buying things that Wei Ying wears often, obviously! There\u2019s no way he would be buying these for a sex thing. What’s Lan Zhan even doing in a sex shop, anyway? Does Lan Zhan know they’re not chokers? Wei Ying wonders.<\/p>\n

But he wears them because they make him feel good and like he belongs to Lan Zhan .<\/p>\n

Wei Ying likes the way they feel, likes how they constrict his throat a bit, how they make his pretty long pale neck look titillating. And wearing Lan Zhan’s collars\/chokers all the time is a nice little subconscious reminder, even if he doesn’t see Lan Zhan for the day. But, god, the idea of Lan Zhan owning him, the fact that Lan Zhan bought these collars specifically for Wei Ying is so\u00a0good.<\/em>\u00a0A little reminder in the back of Wei Ying\u2019s mind.<\/p>\n

Maybe he should probably try seducing Lan Zhan. Maybe Lan Zhan might feel the same about this. Maybe he might have possessive tendencies, the way Wei Ying wants him to.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Wei Ying has jerked off with his chokers on before. He didn’t think anything of it at the time, but now that he has these collars from Lan Zhan he thinks he might have a choking kink at the very least.<\/p>\n

When Wei Ying jerks off, he thinks of Lan Zhan tugging on his collar too hard\u2014does so himself\u2014and it\u2019s so good that he comes almost immediately. His thighs shake for several minutes afterward. There\u2019s so much he wants now, he realizes. He wants Lan Zhan to be mean, to be possessive, to be\u2014his head is light and hazy and he passes out to thoughts of Lan Zhan.<\/p>\n

See but. Wei Ying’s never seduced anyone in his life. He doesn’t know how to be likable, has only ever been himself\u2026 which is probably why he’s a virgin, he considers. But he should try his own brand of flirting anyway especially with Lan Zhan.<\/p>\n

Which constitutes of wearing his chokers and trying to make Lan Zhan praise and demean him more.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, Lan Zhan notices. Notices that Wei Ying is being more of a brat than usual. Wei Ying is usually loud and chatty but now more he’s poking at Lan Zhan’s things when they’re out; or stealing bites of his food; or crawling over Lan Zhan to get the remote from the side table, climbing across his lap.<\/p>\n

When he sprawls over Lan Zhan, something short circuits in Lan Zhan’s brain. Before he knows it, he’s spanked Wei Ying’s clothed butt.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying freezes. The lust goes straight to his dick; his head spins.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan’s hand hovers, torn between impulse and fear that he might’ve overstepped.<\/p>\n

“Ask for it,” he says.<\/p>\n

And oh boy, does Wei Ying want to ask for it. He’s on the verge of begging Lan Zhan to fuck him right there, when a small non-subspace part of his brain reminds him that that’s probably not what he meant.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying becomes aware of where he is, what they were doing\u2014that they\u2019re about to watch a movie, and his arm is still extended for the remote.<\/p>\n

“Can you pass me the remote?” Wei Ying asks.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan’s head is also fuzzy. He tries to ground himself. “Politely.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying shivers, practically in Lan Zhan’s lap, half hard. “Please.”<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan hands it over.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying backs off.<\/p>\n

They spend the entire movie sitting in silence, which is out of the ordinary because Wei Ying is typically a movie talker.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

But nowadays, Wei Ying stretches out his neck a\u00a0lot.<\/em>\u00a0He’s not a short guy, but his chokers and collars rest gently on his throat that even though Lan Zhan’s learned how to hold a conversation while thinking of fucking Wei Ying, his horniness hasn’t decreased at all.<\/p>\n

Especially lately. Lately, it’s increased.<\/p>\n

While Wei Ying\u2019s sitting down and Lan Zhan\u2019s standing, Wei Ying will tilt his head back, baring his throat. He’ll crane his neck to look at something that isn’t\u00a0that<\/em>\u00a0far away, arching his spine. And he adjusts his ponytail a lot too, tipping his chin up when he does. His skin is milky and stark against the collar. Lan Zhan wants to bite and grasp Wei Ying’s collars and maybe also choke him, a little. (A lot.)<\/p>\n

One time, Lan Zhan’s driving uptown and Wei Ying cranes his neck a bit too far out the window in the passenger seat. Instinctively, Lan Zhan grabs Wei Ying’s choker and tugs him back in.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying goes from innocently curious at the billboard to hard as a rock in about half a second.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan continues driving without saying a word. And Wei Ying has no idea if Lan Zhan is doing this for sexy reasons or is just\u2026 doing it, but holy fuck is he into it. He wants to palm himself in the car, jerk himself off right there for Lan Zhan, on display, noisy and desperate, dirtying his car and making Lan Zhan punish him later\u2014but he doesn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

And Lan Zhan begins trying other things. Tugging lightly at Wei Ying’s collar to get his attention when Wei Ying is absorbed in a video game. Looping his fingers through the choker if they’re at the mall and Wei Ying gets distracted by food samples.<\/p>\n

And Wei Ying doesn’t instantly obey but he does react. Sometimes he whines and protests, especially if Lan Zhan has released his collar already. Sometimes he tries to fight it and Lan Zhan pulls harder, pleasantly constricting Wei Ying’s throat.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

One time Wei Ying complains for a solid hour until Lan Zhan turns and slaps him across the face.<\/p>\n

It’s unexpected. Lan Zhan feels a rush headier than anything he’s felt before while Wei Ying’s mind promptly goes completely blank. Lan Zhan stares Wei Ying down and Wei Ying can’t meet his eyes, lightheaded and dizzy.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan gently holds his hand and leads them around while Wei Ying operates in a subservient haze.<\/p>\n

When they go to dinner, Lan Zhan orders for them because Wei Ying is still barely verbal. Lan Zhan orders mostly spicy foods for them anyway, and moves to sit by Wei Ying. He’s sure that if he told Wei Ying to feed himself, Wei Ying would obey but\u2026<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan gently says, “Open” and Wei Ying does. Lan Zhan feeds him.<\/p>\n

And at the end of it, Lan Zhan feels like he should apologize for slapping Wei Ying earlier, even though he doesn’t want to. He takes Wei Ying to his home and tucks Wei Ying into his bed, which Wei Ying usually refuses to take when he sleeps over, insisting he can take the couch instead. But tonight he obeys.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan is tired, too; but he also wants to be awake when Wei Ying wakes up, especially since he knows Wei Ying doesn’t actually sleep at normal times like he is right now. To Wei Ying, this is probably just a nap. So he sits on his bed and reads.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying wakes up a few hours later, curled into Lan Zhan’s thigh. His head isn’t as light now, but he still feels a bit muggy and dry.<\/p>\n

He blinks up at Lan Zhan, handsome under his nightstand lamp. When Lan Zhan notices that he’s awake, he starts to get up.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying whines.<\/p>\n

“I will get you water,” Lan Zhan says.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying clings to Lan Zhan’s sweats.<\/p>\n

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says sternly.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying shivers and lets go. Lan Zhan assures him he’ll be back in a moment; and he is, like time barely passed when Lan Zhan was gone. Lan Zhan helps tilt the water into Wei Ying’s mouth while Wei Ying blinks sleepily at him. Taking care of Wei Ying and falling back into this mindset has woken Lan Zhan up a bit.<\/p>\n

He sits back in bed, takes his book again. Wonders if Wei Ying will want his phone, but it\u2019s likely that if Lan Zhan gives it to him, Wei Ying will stay in this position, curled onto his side, which is bad for his eyesight. So Lan Zhan doesn\u2019t offer it to him.<\/p>\n

Plus, Wei Ying seems content just watching him, mind pleasantly empty.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan reads. His hand wanders to stroke the top of Wei Ying’s head; Wei Ying keens into the touch.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan\u2019s fingers travel lower, to the back of Wei Ying\u2019s neck. To the collar. Strokes over it, knuckles grazing the leather, absently possessive.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying curls in closer to Lan Zhan’s petting, purring.<\/p>\n

When it’s nearing midnight, Lan Zhan closes his book. He moves Wei Ying so that he can take off the collar; Wei Ying is surprisingly pliant. Then he turns off the lights and climbs into bed with him.<\/p>\n

“Sleep, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says.<\/p>\n

“Okay,” Wei Ying whispers.<\/p>\n

They’re facing each other, not touching but comfortable. They sleep.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

In the morning, things are mostly normal again. Wei Ying’s neck is bare as he sits at the table while Lan Zhan makes them breakfast. This\u2014thing they have hangs between them, unspoken.<\/p>\n

When Wei Ying is getting ready to leave, Lan Zhan brings out the collar. “Do not forget this,” he says.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying’s eyes darken. He pauses. “Oh, right.”<\/p>\n

They both hesitate.<\/p>\n

“Turn around,” Lan Zhan says.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying obeys.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan’s hands bring the leather to the front of his neck, winds it around. Knowing Lan Zhan is putting on the collar for him\u2014Wei Ying is so close to feeling easy and loose. To tipping under.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan clasps the back.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying has things to do today\u2014visit his sister, volunteer at the rec center. But right now he wants nothing more than to stay in Lan Zhan’s hands, warm and low like he’s just a thing. The collar feels too good.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan detects this, faintly amused. “Go,” he says. Adds, “You have been good.”<\/p>\n

They both get a rush at this. Wei Ying bows his head, still on the verge of sinking, but Lan Zhan brings his chin up. Makes Wei Ying meet his eyes.<\/p>\n

“Thank you, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying says.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan thinks. “Send me a picture this evening.” He taps the collar meaningfully.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying shivers; that night, he does (when Lan Zhan sends him a reminder text), collar and sleep shirt and all. Lan Zhan jerks off to it but doesn’t say so, just replies with, “Good boy.”<\/p>\n

(Which then Wei Ying jerks off to in turn.)<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan tells Wei Ying to take off the collar before he goes to bed, which is good because after the past day, Wei Ying is tempted to keep it on, even if it digs into his skin overnight. Especially with how tight Lan Zhan fastened it.<\/p>\n

But he cares about listening to Lan Zhan more, so he takes it off, setting it on his nightstand.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

They both figure out what they like, but don\u2019t talk about it, don\u2019t\u00a0really<\/em>\u00a0think about it. When they\u2019re together, Wei Ying likes being by Lan Zhan’s side, feeling like he\u2019s Lan Zhan’s. Except then Lan Zhan doesn’t tug on his choker as much; so Wei Ying acts out again to get Lan Zhan to pull at it, cut his air supply for a second. Remind him.<\/p>\n

The deep sub space doesn’t happen again; Wei Ying doesn’t act out enough for Lan Zhan to slap him again (even though they both want it.)<\/p>\n

But it’s there.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s there when Lan Zhan orders Wei Ying’s food for him.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s there when Lan Zhan guides Wei Ying by the small of his back.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s there when Lan Zhan texts Wei Ying reminders at night before going to sleep.<\/p>\n

And the collars Lan Zhan buys are usually black and discreet, choker-passing. But Lan Zhan starts exploring other options, both in sex shops and online. He finds thin collars that Wei Ying can wear under his shirts, less on display but still that reminder that he’s Lan Zhan’s. He gifts them to Wei Ying, and Wei Ying likes them just as much. And Lan Zhan likes knowing that even if it isn\u2019t visible, there\u2019s always a faint outline under Wei Ying\u2019s t-shirt. Lan Zhan likes knowing that only he and Wei Ying know it\u2019s there.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying’s aesthetic is usually black with bright accents while Lan Zhan likes more subtle tones. And it\u2019s is why Lan Zhan thought that the black collars were so suitable, had bought him so much, but\u2026 He finds white ones, light blue ones, ones with cloud patterns. He wants Wei Ying to wear them, his evidence, a mark that Wei Ying is his.<\/p>\n

The first of these new collars that Lan Zhan gets is a subtle white one. He gives it to Wei Ying on no occasion, but the collar is obviously recently bought, leather and two fingers thick with silver buckles, from the sex shop Lan Zhan frequents.<\/p>\n

(The girl at the counter definitely assumes he’s already in a negotiated BDSM relationship.)<\/p>\n

When he gives it to Wei Ying, Wei Ying is confused. He laughs. “This is new, Lan Zhan,” he says. “It looks like you bought this collar for yourself.”<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan says, “I did.”<\/p>\n

“What?”<\/p>\n

“I bought it for you to wear,” Lan Zhan says. “For myself.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying nearly goes under right then and there.<\/p>\n

He accepts it, obviously. Puts it on when he’s home. It looks a little wrong because it’s white, almost blends with his skin\u2014but also not, because it’s Lan Zhan’s mark. Lan Zhan\u2019s aesthetic that he’s making Wei Ying wear, like he’s wearing Lan Zhan himself.<\/p>\n

Naked, Wei Ying jerks off and comes in seconds.<\/p>\n

Wearing it in public feels almost dirty, wrong\u2014but a part of him does want to show off that he’s Lan Zhan’s. That Lan Zhan owns him, makes him wear this. He doesn’t wear it in public too much, though, because what he and Lan Zhan have is barely tangible; it would feel like everyone could see it, might think that they\u2019re together. Everyone but them.<\/p>\n

But he does wear it around Lan Zhan, especially when they’re just hanging out for movie night.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan, for his part, can’t stop staring at it. Lan Zhan knows. Wei Ying notices. He sidles up and asks Lan Zhan to feed him over dinner. Sits by Lan Zhan’s feet instead of at the couch, for the movie.<\/p>\n

And needless to say it becomes Wei Ying’s go-to jerkoff collar. For the first few weeks, anyway.<\/p>\n

The stain of white against his throat presses down like it could be Lan Zhan’s hand, bruises. The best is when Wei Ying wears nothing but the collar, face down on his bed, imagining Lan Zhan pressing him down. Imagining Lan Zhan covering his naked body with his own, murmuring in his ear not to come yet, tugging back on the collar to remind him. To restrain him, choke him, cock driving deep into him\u2014<\/p>\n

Wei Ying jerks off thrice a day to this, fingering himself, with the new collar, aching and wanting. It’s so dirty when he wears it normally around Lan Zhan\u2014Lan Zhan would be disappointed if he knew, Wei Ying thinks. The thought makes Wei Ying’s spine tingle, always on the verge of bending over if Lan Zhan looked at him the right way.<\/p>\n

(Lan Zhan almost does. He’s tempted)<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan gets the other collars. Not chokers anymore\u2014at this point, Wei Ying is very sure Lan Zhan knows exactly what he’s doing. That this is kind of a sex thing, by the way his eyes darken when he tells Wei Ying to try on a new beige one. (It was online ordered and Lan Zhan wasn’t sure of the site’s measurements.)<\/p>\n

Wei Ying wants to ask, but he’s afraid of breaking that taboo. He thinks of Lan Zhan browsing sex shops anyway, thinking of him. He puts it on.<\/p>\n

It’s snug but\u2014<\/p>\n

“Too small,” Lan Zhan says.<\/p>\n

“It’s fine, I like it,” Wei Ying says.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan’s eyes sharpen. Still, “You are not keeping an ill-fitting collar.”<\/p>\n

The hard tone of his voice makes Wei Ying want to go to his knees. “Okay,” he complies.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan reorders it. He gifts Wei Ying sky blue ones too, expensive silver ones, ones that have gold threads.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying wants them everywhere, around his wrist and ankles, in his mouth.<\/p>\n

(And he does, sometimes, when he jerks off, with his plug in, biting the leather of one collar, twists his wrists into another even though it doesn\u2019t feel tight enough.)<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

It\u2019s escalating. They\u00a0are<\/em>\u00a0doing this, with each new collar. When Wei Ying is on his phone during a movie and Lan Zhan tugs at the leather to get his attention. When Wei Ying is loud in public until Lan Zhan presses a bruise onto his wrist. When Wei Ying badgers him with questions until Lan Zhan shoves his fingers into Wei Ying’s mouth.<\/p>\n

With these new collars, it’s easier for Wei Ying to go under\u2014but Lan Zhan notices when he does. He makes Wei Ying do more things when Wei Ying is brattier, murmurs praises when Wei Ying goes nonverbal and sleepy.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying gets hard, too, but he’s usually too under to really care. And Lan Zhan notices, but he doesn’t do anything about it; or about his own erection, in his trousers. He doesn’t feel like he’s earned it yet, that they’ve earned it yet.<\/p>\n

But he takes care of Wei Ying, smacks him around, pulls his hair and makes Wei Ying say please. Makes Wei Ying obey.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying orally fixates, too, chewing on pens or biting his fingers. He slurps loudly on his boba straw and Lan Zhan tugs the back of his cloud-patterned choker.<\/p>\n

“Stop,” Lan Zhan commands.<\/p>\n

Sometimes Wei Ying does. Sometimes Wei Ying stares him in the eyes and slurps louder until Lan Zhan pulls harder, nearly breaks his windpipe.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying is restless, fidgets, too, especially today during lunch. He and Lan Zhan have eaten out enough together that he no longer fights when Lan Zhan insists or tricks Wei Ying into letting Lan Zhan pay for the meal.<\/p>\n

But he’s twitchy right now, maybe because of caffeine or the itch under his skin, yearning to sub again.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan deals with it up until they\u2019ve ordered their food. Then he says, “Come here.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying fidgets again. “What?”<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan pats his thighs. His lap. “Come over.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying’s face flames. Still, his body is calling to obey, so he does, at least to Lan Zhan’s side of the table.<\/p>\n

“Lan Zhan\u2014”<\/p>\n

“My lap,” Lan Zhan says.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying’s face is surely on fire. “But we’re in public.”<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan stares him down, until Wei Ying meekly listens. He settles onto Lan Zhan’s big, warm lap. Lan Zhan’s large hand comes around his waist, holding him steady, in place.<\/p>\n

When the waiter comes by, she\u2019s a little disarmed at the change in seating, but doesn’t comment.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying’s embarrassment fades a bit as Lan Zhan continues like this is ordinary, palm stroking Wei Ying’s side, asking him normal mundane questions as their food gets set in front of them.<\/p>\n

He picks up a bit of Wei Ying’s food, brings it to Wei Ying’s mouth. “Open.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying\u2019s cheeks feel warm, but he hastens to obey. He opens his mouth wide.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan smiles. “Good.”<\/p>\n

He feeds Wei Ying for the duration of the meal, Wei Ying on his lap. Wei Ying almost has his faculties back, aside from the way that Lan Zhan holding him like this is the way they always are. Lan Zhan feeds him some of his own food, healthier and less tasty. Wei Ying makes a face at it until Lan Zhan pinches his side; Wei Ying lets him put the bland vegetable into his mouth, too.<\/p>\n

After, Wei Ying almost expects Lan Zhan to pick him up, carry him around bridal style. Fasten a leash to his collar and lead him around.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan detects that Wei Ying is slipping, so he pulls him by the collar even when he lets Wei Ying off his lap. He keeps his finger hooked under, guiding them out. Wei Ying feels dizzy with it.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Bit by bit, these things escalate. Especially when one night Wei Ying feels like acting out, like getting Lan Zhan’s attention like\u2014he has an itch under his skin. He’s already horny and taken off his pants, in his t-shirt and underwear. His sister, who visited earlier, had taken off her bow and left it at Wei Ying\u2019s.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying picks it up.<\/p>\n

Feeling reckless, he clips it into his hair. He hasn’t taken his collar off yet. He takes a selfie and sends it to Lan Zhan before he can think.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan nearly drops his phone when he receives it.<\/p>\n

“what does lan-er gege think,” the caption reads.<\/p>\n

(Lan-er gege is not thinking at all.)<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan sends:
\nwhat is the purpose of sending this to me<\/p>\n

Wei Ying:
\ni thought i looked cute! don’t you think so? \ud83e\udd70<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan:<\/p>\n

Wei Ying:
\ndoes gege not think i look cute?<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan:
\nWhy are you calling me that?<\/p>\n

Wei Ying:
\ncalling you what? \ud83e\udd70<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan:<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan:
\nLie in bed. Send another one.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying shivers, obeys. He sprawls onto his back, hair tousled, pink bow on top. Leather cloud collar around his throat, t-shirt exposing his collarbone, as he lifts his phone up, takes a selfie.<\/p>\n

His lips are pink, slightly wet, parted. He sends it to Lan Zhan.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan nearly breaks his phone in half.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan:
\nWei Ying is cute.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying did not expect that. His head drifts, collar feeling loose and tight all at once. He squirms.<\/p>\n

His fingers are clumsy on his phone keyboard.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying:
\ntYyyU lkan zhan!!<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan:
\nWould Wei Ying like to touch himself?<\/p>\n

Fuck. Wei Ying would, he really would. His mouth is open on his bed and he wants something, anything. He can’t close his mouth, can barely think, buzzing white noise in his head. The heel of his palm against his cock\u2014but he doesn’t have permission. He grinds against it anyway.<\/p>\n

Another text:<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan:
\nMay I call?<\/p>\n

Wei Ying manages to calibrate enough to type “y”. When Lan Zhan calls, he picks up on the first ring.<\/p>\n

“Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan’s voice is husky. Wei Ying shivers. “Have you started touching yourself already?”<\/p>\n

“N-No.” Wei Ying presses his hand down again.<\/p>\n

“Do not lie.”<\/p>\n

“I haven’t, I\u2014” Wei Ying whines a little. “I still\u2014I still have my underwear on.”<\/p>\n

“Hm.” Lan Zhan is silent. Wei Ying is breathing so loudly, in his own ears. “Take your hands off.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying whines again. “Lan Zhan.”<\/p>\n

“Put your hands at your underwear,” Lan Zhan says. “Take it off.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying tries to hear something from Lan Zhan\u2019s end, other than Lan Zhan’s toneless voice. But there’s nothing, not even a rustle of fabric, like Lan Zhan is almost bored with it, if it weren’t for the weight in his voice.<\/p>\n

God, that’s hot. Wei Ying slides off his underwear.<\/p>\n

“Good,” says Lan Zhan. “How hard are you?”<\/p>\n

“Um.” Wei Ying’s voice quavers. “Pretty hard.”\u00a0Extremely hard.<\/em><\/p>\n

Lan Zhan hums. “Hold yourself. by the base.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying obeys.<\/p>\n

“Send a picture,” Lan Zhan says.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying lifts his phone, does so even with his hands shaking. Lan Zhan doesn’t comment on it.<\/p>\n

“Cute,” Lan Zhan says. “Your cock.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying makes a garbled noise, blinks tears into his pillow. He tries to stroke, a squelch\u2014<\/p>\n

“Stop.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying stops.<\/p>\n

“Take off your shirt,” Lan Zhan says. “Do not remove your collar. Send me another selfie.”<\/p>\n

He allows a few minutes for Wei Ying to do as he\u2019s told, nipples brown and pert in the warm air of his room. Wei Ying manages to send another selfie, but his phone slips.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan tsks. “Another.”<\/p>\n

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying whines.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan is silent.<\/p>\n

Face warm with humiliation, Wei Ying goes back to the camera on his phone. He redoes the selfie, collar and bow and flushed neck and throat and nipples and all.<\/p>\n

“Better,” Lan Zhan says, and Wei Ying moans at the praise. “Touch yourself again.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying has no idea if Lan Zhan is touching himself too (he is), but that lack of knowledge spurns him on. He strokes and shudders and moans, deep into his head.<\/p>\n

“Stop,” Lan Zhan says again. Wei Ying’s hand stills. “Do not get greedy.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying mouths at his pillowcase, drooling.<\/p>\n

“Would Wei Ying like to come yet?” Lan Zhan asks.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying manages, “Ah, y-yes.” He twists his wrist.<\/p>\n

“That was not permission.” Lan Zhan’s voice is sharp. Wei Ying curls on his bed. “You may touch, but you cannot come.”<\/p>\n

“But,” Wei Ying complains. “But, gege\u2014”<\/p>\n

“Do not be a brat,” Lan Zhan says.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying gasps.<\/p>\n

“Touch,” Lan Zhan says. “Let me hear.”<\/p>\n

Uncoordinated, Wei Ying fumbles with his phone. He slips a few times, but manages to get it comfortably on his thigh. He sprawls onto his back, strokes himself sloppily, messily, runs his precome over the length, noisy and embarrassing.<\/p>\n

“Good,” comes Lan Zhan’s voice.<\/p>\n

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying says. “Lan Zhan, can I\u2014”<\/p>\n

“Is Wei Ying so desperate for it that he’s begging?” Lan Zhan says\u2014or rather, mocks. “No. Keep touching.”<\/p>\n

“Please,” Wei Ying begs.<\/p>\n

“Send me another photo.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying’s hands are shaking so hard, but the rush to please Lan Zhan is overpowering.<\/p>\n

He brings his phone up\u2014god, he looks slutty, red and drooling, blush high on his cheeks, nipples pert. Mouth open wide, bow still in his hair, lopsided now. Collar resting at his collarbone, skewed a bit, denting small red marks into Wei Ying’s neck.<\/p>\n

(Lan Zhan comes mere seconds after receiving it)<\/p>\n

Wei Ying is still stroking himself, so close to it but not because Lan Zhan told him, said he couldn’t, and Wei Ying’s been bad, teasing, needs to obey\u2014<\/p>\n

“I can hear you,” Lan Zhan says\u2014Wei Ying gasping and moaning and the\u00a0schlick<\/em>\u00a0noises as he strokes his cock. “So filthy, Wei Ying.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying mumbles, “Please please please please please\u2026”<\/p>\n

“Wei Ying sounds so cute when he begs,” Lan Zhan says, only a little breathless. “Okay. You may come.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying crests and whites out with a high-pitched noise\u2014it’s good, mind going high, hazy. But it\u2019s missing Lan Zhan; he wants Lan Zhan to see, tell him how good he looks. How pretty, how cute.<\/p>\n

It takes Wei Ying a few minutes to come off it. Even then his mind is foggy and slow.<\/p>\n

“How does Wei Ying feel?” comes Lan Zhan’s voice.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying slurs, “Good.”<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan hums his approval. “Can you move?”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying’s arms feel heavy when he tries to lift them. “Ngh.”<\/p>\n

“Alright,” Lan Zhan says gently. “Do you have your water bottle on your nightstand?”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying blinks over\u2014he does. “Yeah,” he manages.<\/p>\n

“Finish it,” Lan Zhan says.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying grabs his bottle to do so, drinks loudly, clumsy and spilling. Lan Zhan hears and wishes he was over to help clean Wei Ying up, cuddle him, kiss him.<\/p>\n

“Good,” Lan Zhan says. “You’ve done well, Wei Ying.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying makes a little happy noise over the phone.<\/p>\n

“I will come over tomorrow morning,” Lan Zhan says. “Around ten o\u2019clock. Do you think you can wake up and open the door for me?”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying will do anything for him. “Ngh,” he agrees.<\/p>\n

“Good,” Lan Zhan says, and the pleasure cloaks Wei Ying’s mind like a blanket. “Turn off your light. Take off your collar. Get into bed.”<\/p>\n

Despite the weight of his limbs, Wei Ying’s body manages to find the energy. He does as told, pulling his blankets up to his chin. Lan Zhan listens.<\/p>\n

“Good boy,” Lan Zhan says. Wei Ying purrs. “Now sleep.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying sleeps.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Wei Ying doesn’t remember waking up and opening the door for Lan Zhan, but he must’ve because when he wakes up fully conscious, Lan Zhan is sitting on his bed, by his side.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan asks him how he is and Wei Ying mumbles, “I’m good” because he is\u2014body light, comfortable, hazy.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan tells him to pee, gives him food that he seems to have cooked, makes him drink water. asks if Wei Ying might need an aspirin for a headache. (Wei Ying doesn’t.) Lan Zhan hovers but Wei Ying likes it, even though it feels\u2014hm. Different right now. Without a collar.<\/p>\n

But it’s good and he comes back to himself as the day passes.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s changing drastically, like they\u2019re learning each other all over again: they’re breaching uncharted territory, now. Maybe they should talk about it.<\/p>\n

But they\u2019re also both kind of into the idea of\u2014of it just happening. Whatever this is. Surprising themselves and each other. Maybe they touch more, now, linger. But they don’t discuss it.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying is his usually bratty self, and also shops online for things he thinks might entice Lan Zhan. They don’t repeat what happened over the phone, but\u2014he finds a nice pair of wristcuffs, white and leather and matching the collars from Lan Zhan. Wei Ying buys them. wears them the next time they hang out. Lan Zhan notices as soon as they meet up, eyes darkening and narrowing.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying sees this too, and thinks Lan Zhan might say something about it. But Lan Zhan doesn’t, doesn’t even tug on his collar this time.<\/p>\n

(Because Lan Zhan is pretty sure if he does, he’ll squeeze the life out of Wei Ying’s wrists and take him then and there. Wei Ying’s wrists are sinfully tantalizing, pale and bony, slim like his waist. The white leather cuffs look good on him; Lan Zhan wants to bind them together, tress Wei Ying up, make him crawl around on his knees naked except for the wrist cuffs and collar.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan is this close to losing it.)<\/p>\n

Because he’s a menace, Wei Ying does eventually see the effect the cuffs have on Lan Zhan. He starts to match his collars with his cuffs, buys a black pair and wears an older black collar from Lan Zhan. In retaliation, Lan Zhan buys Wei Ying a matching collar and cuff set.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying jerks off with it on that night.<\/p>\n

It’s a bit of a game of BDSM chicken, but Lan Zhan does not offer to put any of the cuffs on, even though he continues to finger the leather collar. And Wei Ying wants to make Lan Zhan lose control. Wants Lan Zhan to finger the rings on the collars, just take him wherever they are and fuck him.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Then.<\/p>\n

Then Lan Zhan buys a new collar. a custom made one. With wrist cuffs, of course. Black so they stand out from Wei Ying’s skin, but the collar can easily pass as a choker. It\u2019s about an inch thick, subtle intricate patterns in the leather.<\/p>\n

It looks like nothing special. Lan Zhan hands it to him when they’re at Lan Zhan’s for dinner before a (supposed) movie night. It’s wrapped up in nice packaging like a proper gift; Lan Zhan always gives his presents to Wei Ying that way.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying grins and opens it up.<\/p>\n

Even though it looks like nothing special, receiving gifts from Lan Zhan always fills him with glee. Especially the collars and wristcuffs. “Thank you Lan Zhan,” he says warmly.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan makes a small noise. His expression is incomprehensible. “Look at the inside.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying quirks his eyebrows. But he does, lifting the collar to see it better.<\/p>\n

Engraved inside are the words:\u00a0Lan Zhan’s<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying does go under, right then and there. Body moving mechanically, he lifts up the wristcuffs, too. They say the same thing.<\/p>\n

He does what feels right\u2014he takes the collar, fastens it around his neck. Feels the engraving press against his throat, collarbone. The perfect size. The reminder that he belongs to Lan Zhan pressed against his skin.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan sees Wei Ying’s pupils dilate. He wants Wei Ying to put the wristcuffs on, too\u2014they both do\u2014but Wei Ying is too far gone from the collar alone. And fuck, Wei Ying gone on the collar, the one with Lan Zhan\u2019s name on it, is so fucking hot. He’s worn so many chokers and collars but this\u2014this alone, makes Wei Ying’s breathing shallow. Its effect is palpable.<\/p>\n

And Lan Zhan knowing,\u00a0seeing\u00a0<\/em>it around Wei Ying\u2019s neck, breaks something in him. He strides over and pulls Wei Ying into a ragged kiss.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying is aware what’s happening\u2014glad, because Lan Zhan’s hand on him, at the back of his head, his neck, fingers dipping into the collar is grounding him. Wei Ying is kind of kissing back, maybe, but he’s mostly making small desperate, gasping noises, twisting himself into Lan Zhan’s body, trying to grind in closer.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan’s other hand smacks flat onto his fat ass. Wei Ying gasps again.<\/p>\n

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says. Growls. The compulsion to take, to hit, to destroy Wei Ying is quickly overtaking his brain. “You’re mine. Wei Ying is mine.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying nods frantically, eyes glassy, unable to meet Lan Zhan’s but\u2014but he’s right. “Yours,” he mumbles, and Lan Zhan squeezes his ass, bites at Wei Ying’s chin, kisses him again. Wei Ying has no choice but to leave his mouth open for Lan Zhan’s tongue to invade, nothing but Lan Zhan to use. to be Lan Zhan’s.<\/p>\n

Both hard, Lan Zhan quickly strips the clothes off Wei Ying, like Wei Ying is his own to unwrap. Wei Ying barely registers it as Lan Zhan takes his shirt off, pants and underwear, socks\u2014Lan Zhan’s own head is too far gone to even bother folding them properly right now. Scattered on the floor, Lan Zhan hooks his fingers under Wei Ying’s collar and pushes him down onto his knees. Wei Ying follows.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying is the best thing he’s ever seen, panting and naked, nipples perked, neck flushed, just with the collar on. The collar that has Lan Zhan’s name inside. He\u2019s looking in Lan Zhan’s direction with big eyes, off center, wet pink lips open, tongue hanging out, breathing heavily through his nose. Black collar so so pretty wrapped around his neck.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan takes Wei Ying’s hand, and Wei Ying lets him, loose in his palm. Lan Zhan squeezes.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying doesn’t react.<\/p>\n

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says. “Squeeze back.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying’s brain registers it as a command. He does so.<\/p>\n

They both feel a little bit better about it.<\/p>\n

“Good,” Lan Zhan says, and that’s all the warning he gives him before he strips down his own pants, takes his cock out, and, holding Wei Ying by the back D-ring of his collar, shoves his cock into Wei Ying’s mouth.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying gags at first, chokes, a bodily reaction. Lan Zhan tugs on the collar\u2014”You can take it,” he says, and looks down at him. Wei Ying’s eyes are watery, but he’s looking up at Lan Zhan because he wants to, wants to take it. Wei Ying tries to glance away when Lan Zhan meets his eyes, but with his other hand, Lan Zhan slaps his cheek, hard.<\/p>\n

Cups it, forces Wei Ying to keep his gaze up. “Do not look away,” he says.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying moans.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan tightens his grip around the back of Wei Ying’s collar and begins to fuck his throat relentlessly, sharp thrusts of his hips. His whole dick isn’t in, but even half of it can still make Wei Ying feel full with it, small and warm and usable. When Lan Zhan looks down again, Wei Ying’s cheeks are streaming with grateful tears, from the pain, from everything. There’s a bulge in his throat from Lan Zhan’s dick.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan reaches down with the hand that slapped Wei Ying to feel it protruding from his neck. God, that’s hot\u2014Wei Ying’s moans get higher pitched, from all the noises he’s making around Lan Zhan’s dick. Lan Zhan grunts too, shoving a bit more into Wei Ying’s mouth. Wei Ying does not gag this time, throat relaxing to impossible degrees the further he goes under. It’s so hard to breathe with his mouth full, with pulling the collar tight around his throat, only huffing through his nose, and he fucking loves it. Loves the words pressing into his skin that he can feel every character, the reminder that Lan Zhan owns him.<\/p>\n

When Lan Zhan comes it’s without fanfare or warning; he pours down Wei Ying’s throat. Wei Ying greedily drinks it up, but then Lan Zhan pulls out while he’s still coming, splattering all over Wei Ying’s face. With his bruised lips, Wei Ying pants and whines as Lan Zhan marks him, eyes and cheeks and open mouth, Lan Zhan’s spunk dripping down his chin. Lan Zhan stares at him as he does so, and his dick pulses out more, just a bit more.<\/p>\n

“Good boy, Wei Ying,” he says. Wei Ying mewls, rubs his cheek against the head of Lan Zhan’s dick. It’s still oversensitive so Lan Zhan takes his cock and lightly slaps Wei Ying’s cheek with it.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying goes, “Ngh, haa\u2026”<\/p>\n

“Naughty,” Lan Zhan says, but it’s fond. “Come to my room.”<\/p>\n

He starts off without him, then turns\u2014sees Wei Ying trying to right himself, to his feet. “No,” Lan Zhan instructs, pushes Wei Ying\u2019s shoulder down. Back on his knees. “Stay down. Crawl.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying is going further and further into his head\u2014he wants to give a perfunctory protest, wants to thank Lan Zhan for being as mean, meaner than Wei Ying has ever fantasized. “Lan Zhan\u2014” he says, hoarse and scratchy.<\/p>\n

“I did not say you could talk,” Lan Zhan interrupts. He feels so far gone with it\u2014all his fantasies he’s had as a teen, that have developed into adulthood are finally coming to life. “Stay silent and crawl.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying does, at first, crawling after Lan Zhan to his bedroom. Lan Zhan opens the door and Wei Ying follows, but feels\u2014restless under his skin. Wants that reminder around his throat again.<\/p>\n

He grunts and whines, “Hard.”<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan spins around, eyes dark. Thrill in his veins. “Wei Ying,” he says. “When did I say you could speak?”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying’s bones feel fragile, held up by his bare wrists. “I\u2014”<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan goes over, slaps him across the face again. Wei Ying nearly falls over. Lan Zhan forces him back up, held up by his sensitive palms and knees. “Stay up,” Lan Zhan says.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying’s breathing heavily through his mouth. Lan Zhan sticks his fingers in, watching the lovely way Wei Ying’s lips wrap around them. The way Wei Ying’s tongue runs down the length, strokes them like a slut. Lan Zhan is hard again but he can wait, wait as Wei Ying desperately tastes whatever Lan Zhan’s giving him, moaning and choking like he’s trying to take Lan Zhan’s entire hand inside, vibrations all up Lan Zhan’s arm. Sucking like he sucked Lan Zhan’s dick. Lan Zhan pressed his fingers into Wei Ying’s cheek, sees his fingers make his skin jutting out from the fullness.<\/p>\n

“Greedy,” he comments, and sticks another finger in. It strains Wei Ying’s small mouth and his eyes water again. “Wei Ying is such a greedy whore.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying’s spine bends at the praise. He arches his back, feeling both full and empty at once.<\/p>\n

“But my whore,” Lan Zhan says, and takes his fingers out.<\/p>\n

He is, Wei Ying is, he loves it, loves when Lan Zhan leaves him there, taking off his own shirt and socks until he’s naked, climbs onto his bed. Rests against the headboard, eyeing Wei Ying from across the room, Wei Ying\u2019s hard red cock drooling from between his thighs. Wei Ying seems barely aware of it, though, dark gaze fixed on Lan Zhan. His flush up all over his face and neck and chest, his collar with Lan Zhan’s name on the inside a stark contrast.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan pats his lap. “Come here.”<\/p>\n

He doesn’t expect Wei Ying to keep crawling, but Wei Ying does, all the way to the side of Lan Zhan’s bed before clumsily clambering onto the mattress, over Lan Zhan\u2019s legs, his naked body. Wei Ying sits his butt on Lan Zhan\u2019s thighs.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan says, “Good.” Lan Zhan says, “Wei Ying is pretty like this. Look how pink he is.” Wei Ying loves that Lan Zhan is talking like he’s observing Wei Ying, like Wei Ying can’t hear him. Like Wei Ying is just a thing to be appreciated, like a piece of art. “Wei Ying’s cock is so cute. Perhaps I should get something for it too, a ring with my name on it.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying shivers, trembles, bucking into Lan Zhan.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan smacks his thigh. Pinches, hard. bruises. “Upright,” he says, and Wei Ying struggles to hold himself up. “I am admiring Wei Ying. Wei Ying is beautiful in this collar.” He fingers it, strokes at his name underneath. Wei Ying preens, leans in, arches his neck. “In all of my collars. Wei Ying is always beautiful.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying trembles again, on the edge. “Lan Zhan,” he says, mind muddled with the praise and the weight of Lan Zhan’s large hands coming down his shoulders, to his chest, pinching his nipples, then wrapping around to cup his waist. His hands grip him, fully around his small waist together, like they could crush him.<\/p>\n

“Would Wei Ying like to come?” Lan Zhan asks.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying twitches in his lap, nods. He doesn\u2019t have to, but his cock is leaking so much precome onto their stomachs. But he\u2019s greedy and his face is tacky still with Lan Zhan’s come from before\u2014and with this, the dirtiness, Lan Zhan\u2019s dark dominant gaze, and it feels like this is enough. It’s enough, it’s enough, it’s enough\u2014<\/p>\n

“Come,” Lan Zhan says, and Wei Ying does, just at the command, without a touch on his cock. Just because Lan Zhan said so and it’s good and not enough and it hurts and he\u00a0loves\u00a0<\/em>it.<\/p>\n

One of Lan Zhan’s hands go back to his collar as he bodily flips them around, Wei Ying’s back on the mattress, Lan Zhan now hovering, even though Wei Ying\u2019s head is still swimming from his orgasm, from being so fully under. The oxygen leaves his lungs for just a moment at Lan Zhan switching their positions, though, and he nearly whites out again, dry.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan doesn\u2019t seem to care, hovering over him, expression hungry. “I have thought about this,” he confesses. “Wei Ying in my bed, so pretty like this.”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying is so far gone, wants whatever Lan Zhan will offer him, will give him.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan grabs the lube from his bedside drawer, fingers Wei Ying open until he\u2019s hard again, and then some. His fingers dive in deep, spreading him apart. Wei Ying twists and whines and Lan Zhan says, “Wei Ying should be grateful. I am preparing you to take my cock”\u2014because he is, his cock is so big, Wei Ying can register it even from how far down he is and he wants it so fucking badly. And as he fingers him, Lan Zhan says things like how he wants to blindfold Wei Ying so Wei Ying won’t know when he puts his cock in, how he wants Wei Ying on his knees and naked all weekend and doing Lan Zhan’s bidding, how he wants to keep Wei Ying’s mouth or hole full to warm his cock, and\u2014and Wei Ying wants it all too, both now, both later when he’s home and jerking off to the memory. He wants to be an object for Lan Zhan to use, especially when Lan Zhan takes his fingers out and presses the wide, wide head of his cock into Wei Ying\u2019s hole.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan is lost in it too, his hard dom mind making him thrust in too fast, too much. Wei Ying gasps and scratches at Lan Zhan’s back as he takes all of it too quick, Lan Zhan\u2019s massive cock filling him up before he\u2019s even ready for it. But Lan Zhan kisses him through it, tugs his fingers under Wei Ying\u2019s collar, lingers in his tight warmth for a mere second before he fucks him selfish and fast. , They both get settled into it, Wei Ying crying and tasting his own tears as Lan Zhan keeps up the punishing rhythm, hitting his prostate so hard that Wei Ying’s legs shake, licking the tears off his face. And when they’re both used to the sensation, lost in pleasure with one another, Lan Zhan straightens himself up, wraps his fingers around Wei Ying’s neck, up by his jaw, collar scraping under the heel of his hand as he fucks and chokes Wei Ying to completion, shooting into him deep as Wei Ying comes too, Lan Zhan\u2019s hand around his neck, above his collar, cock jerking pathetically on his stomach as he spurts up his chest.<\/p>\n

Even with his spend inside Wei Ying, Lan Zhan\u2019s still hard, Wei Ying\u2019s tight and constricting hole too good, wanting keeping him in, all of him, cock and semen. In a tease, Lan Zhan takes his dick out, flips Wei Ying onto his stomach, and rubs at his rim with his thumb. Strokes inside his puffy hole and Wei Ying cries and cries against his pillow. “Hurts, gege,\u201d he manages out.<\/p>\n

“Hm,” Lan Zhan says, and drives his thumb in deeper. “Does Wei Ying want me to stop?”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying does not answer, but wriggles his ass. Lifts it higher, gasps when this makes Lan Zhan’s thumb dig further in.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan laughs, mean and low.<\/p>\n

He fucks Wei Ying again like this, dragging Wei Ying up to his knees to take his cock deeper. Wei Ying will let Lan Zhan do anything to him, and Lan Zhan wants to. Wants to pinch and bite and bruise Wei Ying, to see all of his marks everywhere; wants to know that Wei Ying’s brilliant mind and perfect body and beautiful personality are his. Lan Zhan is heady with it, and Wei Ying is docile with it, taking Lan Zhan’s hard cock again, feeling the force, the largeness to the tips of his fingers.<\/p>\n

“Does it still hurt, Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan says. When Wei Ying can only moan in response, he smacks Wei Ying’s ass. “Use your words. Is it good?”<\/p>\n

“Y-yes,” Wei Ying manages out against the pillowcase.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan hooks his hand around the back of Wei Ying’s collar. Pulls back, then pushes, holding him in place. He bends down to speak near Wei Ying’s ear.<\/p>\n

“Is it big?” Lan Zhan asks.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying cries out as Lan Zhan shoves his entire length in again. “Yes!” he shouts. “Yes, it’s so big, it’s so good, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan is too good for me, even though it’s my first time, gege\u2019s so big, I don’t want anyone else\u2014”<\/p>\n

Impossibly, Lan Zhan gets harder in him, longer. He keeps his hand around the back of the collar, to tease it back\u2014not hard enough to strain, but hard enough to press the engravings into Wei Ying’s skin. His throat, his neck a hotspot as Lan Zhan fucks in, holding his collar tight. They come, Lan Zhan riding high on Wei Ying sobbing under him, Wei Ying with the press of Lan Zhan’s name on his neck.<\/p>\n

Afterward is a haze; Lan Zhan feels attuned to what Wei Ying needs, finding him painkillers, getting a cup of warm water, massaging and rubbing him down and telling Wei Ying he was good. Wei Ying goes nonverbal, can only happy sounds; but they both like it like this, Lan Zhan turning on a bath, getting Wei Ying to climb into his lap with him, sleepy against Lan Zhan’s chest. Lan Zhan keeps him awake with gentle words, chest rumbling against Wei Ying\u2019s back. He washes Wei Ying’s hair, his body, his face where his come still is, licks some off his cheek. It\u2019s an ease of a comedown for the both of them, especially when Wei Ying rubs his cheek against Lan Zhan’s hand in thanks, purrs and gentle noises.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan dresses Wei Ying into his own clothes, loose and soft. He changes his sheets as Wei Ying waits patiently, then Lan Zhan brings them back into bed. He curls Wei Ying into his body and holds him and whispers for him to sleep.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Later, in the morning, when they’ve both dropped, but with the collar still around Wei Ying’s neck, they’re sitting in Lan Zhan’s bed, just reveling in each other’s company. Wei Ying doesn’t want to go home. He wonders how early it would be to move in with Lan Zhan.<\/p>\n

Which reminds him\u2014<\/p>\n

With Lan Zhan stroking absently at his collar, Wei Ying looks up at his face. “So are we dating now?” he asks.<\/p>\n

Lan Zhan blinks. He brings his fingers from the back of the collar, rubs his own name inside at the front. “Was this not obvious?”<\/p>\n

Wei Ying flushes. “It\u2014It was, I just wasn’t sure if\u2014” He doesn’t know what to say, and Lan Zhan’s soft and amused gaze makes him even more flustered.<\/p>\n

“I would like Wei Ying to be all mine,” he says, which is a way to phrase it, especially if they’re not gonna scene right now. Wei Ying knows he could probably tip under, though.<\/p>\n

He manages to stop himself for now. “I\u2014yes,” he says. “I am yours.” Saying the words makes his skin tingle. “I’m Lan Zhan’s.”<\/p>\n

“Mine,” Lan Zhan says.<\/p>\n

They both fight not going under; Lan Zhan pushes Wei Ying’s head onto his thigh instead. He picks up his phone, checks his texts, and goes back to stroking Wei Ying’s collar.<\/p>\n

He hears Wei Ying whisper to himself, “Yours,\u201d and his heart is so full, like it could climb out of his throat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Wei Ying likes to wear chokers a lot. So Lan Zhan buys some for him. Then, testing their limits, collars.<\/p>\n

Wei Ying wears those, too.<\/p>\n

–<\/p>\n

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