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you’re so sexy, baby. fuuuuuuck
hole so tight i wanna feel it around my thik dick
he’s so gorgeous like this. begging and wanting something huge to fill that greedy hole up.
that’s right, make urself come, come hard for daddy
The chat was flooded with comments and the pinging notifications of coins being paid mingled in with Yiling’s beautiful noises. Lan Wangji wished he could mute the pinging and had tried to see if there was a way to but hadn’t found it yet. Instead, he focused hard on Yiling and closed his eyes tightly as his hitched breaths and pleas made him quiver.
“I want to come,” Yiling whimpered, wonderfully needy as he strained to work his fingers deeper. “I need to come but not like this.” His voice had trailed to the edge of high pitched and Lan Wangji could see him rubbing his head against the pillow. “My fingers aren’t good enough, ah fuck , need something bigger.”
yes get a toy and ride it like the good slut you are
the big blue, white and silver one is a favourite, oh please get that one
my thick meat could satisfy u all day, let me help u
i’m about to shoot my load already, holy shit
Yiling had paused in his ministrations and lowered his knees from his chest so he could get on them. He changed his position so he was now looking at the camera, his cheeks flushed beneath the silvery mask and his chest gently heaving. His eyes read the comments and he chuckled breathlessly before winking at the camera.
“So you want me to get one of the big boys, huh?” Yiling asked, the answer obvious as a wave of approval came through the chat. “But I have places to be tomorrow and I don’t want my cute butt to be sore.” He pouted and the heat at the pit of Lan Wangji’s stomach stirred, his hands gripping his pants even tighter. “Though that’s the plan, isn’t it? You’re all so naughty.” Yiling giggled and rolled his eyes playfully as a few comments came through. “Okay, fine fine.”
He reached beneath his bed and turned away from the camera for a few moments. With a wiggle of his bottom, he rooted around and Lan Wangji waited in anticipation, just like everyone else who was eager for what was happening next. Another moment later and Yiling appeared into the frame once again, propped up on his knees but this time, holding the toy of the viewers’ choice.
“It’s a good thing I fingered myself with this in mind.” Yiling pretended to tut and showed the toy to the camera. It was...huge and had an unrealistic amount of veins running down the side of it. It was long in length and fairly thick in girth and looked like it could provide a large amount of pleasure if used in the right away. Lan Wangji’s stomach tightened as he couldn’t help but imagine how that would feel inside him. It looked so big and would surely stretch him so wide until he was gasping for it.
A tiny whimper worked its way up to his throat.
“It’s been a while since I’ve used this one,” Yiling said, giddy at the sight of a lovely orgasm in future. “I usually favour my black and red one, Suibian, but Bichen definitely hits all the right spots.” He got the lube he used early for his fingers and drizzled it all over the length of the dildo. “It’s so fucking good and I feel like I can feel it at the back of my throat.” His hands began to rub the lube all over, twisting and jerking in a mimic of a handjob. The chat went wild again and Yiling gave a wolfish grin before lowering his head to lick the tip of it.
Lan Wangji gasped and his cock pressed harder into the confinements of his pants and leaked out a few drops of come.
“I should get on with it, you say?” Yiling read as he looked at the chat and grinned once more before wagging a long finger at them. “So impatient but if I must.” He gave another wink and turned so his back was to them. A sight that Lan Wangji both loved and hated because he got to see the gorgeous length of Yiling’s back and his perky ass but couldn’t see the reactions that he gave. Like the parting of his lips and the quiver of his abdomen with the slight flail of his arms when it all became too much.
Bichen had been placed behind him, ready to receive and pleasure and Lan Wangji never thought he’d be envious of a toy. But here he was, wishing that was his cock that Yiling was about it sit upon. Yiling who pushed his hips back and panted for his fingers which had delved back into his hole, stretching it a little more in preparation. He then pressed his hole against the tip of the dildo, swaying his hips in slight motions to tease both himself and his audience. It was a waiting game but it was all worth it the moment Yiling parted his cheeks to show off a rosy, puckered hole that was eager to be filled.
It fluttered as Yiling clenched in excited anticipation.
He pushed back and up until the tip caught his rim and Yiling began his slow descend onto the dildo’s thick girth. His gasp was quiet but loud enough for Lan Wangji to hear and Lan Wangji watched, watched with his mouth slight agape as Yiling sunk down until he hit the base.
“Oh god ,” Yiling called out, his voice punched out and tinny before he began to grind down on it. His hips moving in swivels and drawing out figure-eights, his toes digging into the black sheets of the bed as he tried to find some grounding. There was a tinge of red that had started to appear on the line of his shoulders and Lan Wangji was—
One of his hands had already delved into his pants and slipped past stained boxers to pull out his length. Lan Wangji hissed as his cool hand touched heated skin but it felt too good and his eyes kept their focus on the erotic sight in front of him.
He matched his pace with Yiling’s, his hand gliding up and down his cock before adding a twist like Yiling had done while prepping his toy. Lan Wangji curved his thumb over his tip and jerked a little at the sudden burst of pleasure that coursed through his veins. His arousal building and building the more Yiling rode his toy and voiced his pleasure. The chat pinged with comments and multitudes of coins as Yiling went faster, the backs of his thighs working while his ass shook temptingly whenever he slammed down onto the toy.
“ Fuck me .” Yiling gasped into the room, the slope of his back deepened by the arch of his body. His hands took hold of the sheets again, like they always did, and he fucked himself until his entire body was shaking with it. “Yes, fuck me so hard. Please, ah yes yes , fill me up till I’m so full and I can’t—”
Yiling’s mouth was filthy and never stopped spewing words that made Lan Wangji feel like he was on fire. It burned him within in and he struggled to breathe, his mouth still open to let out strained noises into the quietness of his dorm. He was pent up, his muscles tensed as his hand stroked his cock with the help of come that dribbled down its length. The end was building up within him and his need to come was strong but he wanted to wait until Yiling came. Wanted to see him fall apart on the thick cock that pressed against all the right places, making Yiling almost cry as he hurried to reach the edge.
The coins pinged.
The chat was moving so quickly, people typing their dirty thoughts until some words didn’t make sense. Misspelt and jumbled as many others were hurtling towards an orgasm that would make their head spin.
Yiling fucked himself with vigour and didn’t hold back as he worked his hips while moaning to the ceiling above. His back was still arched and his hair split down it, ink-black against pale skin and Lan Wangji wanted to pull on it. Gather those silky strands into his hands and pull until Wei Wuxian’s back curved as far it could go, hearing him call out his name as he fucked into him—
“I’m gonna come,” Yiling managed to choke out and pushed his hips back onto the toy with a resounding cry. His whole body shook with the future of his climax and he fell forward so his hands held up the rest of his weight. The sight which came from that was almost enough to throw Lan Wangji over as he bit the inside of his cheek with a pathetic whine.
Yiling’s ass had parted with the angle of his body, showing how wide his hole had been stretched by the toy. The rim was pink and puffy, clenching around silicone to draw it in deeper to hit the right spot. It stretched with every fall of Wei Wuxian’s hips, accompanied by the shaking of those round cheeks. His tempo continued to go up and up and Lan Wangji kept up with him as his hand jerked his cock with quick movements.
He wasn’t going to last long, a stream of come trailing down his hand and the heat at the pit of his stomach coiling until it was too tight. Lan Wangji never let his gaze stray from Yiling, who was panting breathless words, barely loud enough for him to hear but he heard them. He heard Yiling asking to be fucked, wishing that the dildo was real and how he wanted to feel the hot release of come inside him. He heard him gasp and watched his hips stutter before grinding frantically.
He witnessed the moment that Yiling broke and came untouched with a cry that echoed far and wide. His back curved into that wonderful arch again, his toes curling with the force of it before Yiling curled into it himself, still rocking into the toy to drag out it for as long as he could.
The sight of Yiling desperately searching for more broke Lan Wangji and he nearly shouted out his pleasure, eyes snapped shut as he reached the end. His come shot upwards to stain his shirt but he didn’t care with his body shaking, curling inwards as well as he pushed into his hand. It was too much but Lan Wangji managed to hold on before collapsing into the back of his chair.
There was silence aside from Yiling’s panting mingling with his.
A moment passed before he slowly opened his eyes and he was greeted to the sight of Yiling laying on his back. The toy had been pushed to the side and Yiling had sprawled himself out. His chest was flushed and heavy, his thighs still trembling and a shock of thick white coated his lower stomach to beneath his nipples.
“...Wow.” Yiling breathed out after a moment or two.
Lan Wangji agreed, glancing down at the white staining his hand and trembled.
.
.
“Hey, Wangji,” Lan Xichen greeted, smiling as Lan Wangji let him into his dorm. “I’m sorry I’m late today but work has been busy and Nie Mingjue hasn’t been feeling—” He stopped and turned to look at Lan Wangji as he settled his bag on the window sill. “You okay, Wangji? You seem different today.”
“Me?” Lan Wangji asked, feigning ignorance even though the tips of his ears were threatening to burn up. “I’m fine. I managed to sleep well last night so that could be it.” He offered and wandered to his closet so he could fetch his coat. And hide his face from his brother considering he was a pretty open book to Lan Xichen. That didn’t seem to convince him though as Lan Xichen hummed in thought.
“I don’t know,” he replied and took a seat at his usual perch. “I’ve seen you when you’re well-rested and this is something new entirely.” Lan Wangji retrieved his coat and turned to see his brother smiling knowingly at him. “Something happened.”
Lan Wangji’s ears were starting to heat up as he remembered the night before. He remembered Yiling in all his beauty and how powerful his orgasm had been. He remembered feeling loose-limbed and so sated that he just sat in his chair for the next thirty minutes, long after Yiling had signed off with softly spoken thanks. He remembered when the guilt set in along with the shame and how he wanted to stand beneath a hot shower and scrub until his skin turned red.
But then...there was clarity and a sort of happiness that followed. It wasn’t immense and the guilt hadn’t vanished but...it was there. And suddenly, he felt great enough to believe that what he did, having pleasure and indulging and wanting, wasn’t as bad as he thought.
The tiniest bit of weight had lifted off his shoulders.
“Nothing happened.” Lan Wangji opted to say instead and held back a smile at Lan Xichen’s exaggerated huff.
“I should have known you’d start keeping things from me eventually.” Lan Xichen teased and it was light and humorous and Lan Wangji had never felt this okay. Maybe this was the freedom Lan Xichen had been talking about, allowing himself to live how he wanted without the harsh pressure of his uncle. He could have this, he was allowed to have this.
An escape in the form of Yiling where he could be free.