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For everyone who knew about the rather active sexual life of Lan Zhan and Wei Ying, which most of the time was against one's will, no one was really surprised when Wei Ying wound up pregnant right after college, to their family and friends it had been a surprise that it didn't happen sooner with how many times they were caught in very compromising positions, no one was really safe from the sex gremlins, much to their friends dismay, but who could blame them? Once they started having sex, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Lan Huan had to be the one to have the talk with them at sixteen years old, what happened during was not talked about ever since.
But it was enough for Wei Ying to go on the pill and use more effective methods than 'pulling out'. Shufu almost had a heart attack when Wei Ying presented him with the first scan of their baby, it was merely a tiny blob that didn't looked human at all, it resembled more to a little radish sprout than a baby, but a single tear did slid down his cheek as he stared at the grainy ultrasound; shufu never told anyone, but he secretly hoped one of his nephews finally settled down and gave him some grandchildren; he immediately ordered for the couple to be married as soon as possible, before Wei Ying started showing, berating Lan Zhan for not proposing sooner if they were planning to start a family.
The pregnancy was a real challenge for the couple, it was a life-changing event that served to strengthen their relationship. Lan Zhan had always been a sweet, doting and attentive husband, but as the pregnancy progressed nothing could've prepared Wei Ying to the devotion and how enraptured the other man would be. Lan Zhan would pull Wei Ying’s hair out of his face when he felt nauseous throughout the day, even if it was three a.m. and he had to get up early and go to work, he bought Wei Ying his most weirdest cravings, no matter how wild they were, Lan Zhan assembled the crib despite how much he struggled to assemble it.
Their baby would be truly spoiled, Lan Zhan proved himself to be a perfect father even before their baby was born and someone who shouldn't be trusted inside a baby store. The role of strict parent had fallen in Wei Ying’s lap, but they both knew it would be a lost cause, that tiny, alien-like blob that was growing inside Wei Ying’s tummy had the both of them wrapped around its little fingers.
The first trimester was horrible, with Wei Ying losing weight and being fatigued to the point that he could barely keep his eyes open, he even felt guilty for not always being excited about his pregnancy, for not wanting to be pregnant anymore when his throat hurt from the exertion of throwing up, or when he had to carry a plastic bag in his backpack because the train ride to his work place made him nauseous, Lan Zhan had to clean puke from the carpet at 2 a.m. because Wei Ying couldn’t make it to the bathroom and he felt so bad, although his husband reassured him it was fine, he vowed to be with him in sickness and in health. He remembers telling Yanli-jie that if being pregnant felt this miserable he didn't want it, they can have it back, but then A-jie said: 'six more weeks and you'll start to feel better'.
His morning sickness (what a deceiving name) persisted until he was almost eighteen weeks, those were some grueling weeks, they tried everything from crackers, ginger in all its presentations, peppermint tea, bland foods, sucking on lemons (which left him even more nauseous) and nothing seemed to work, Lan Zhan felt helpless because he couldn't do anything more, seeing his Wei Ying so miserable was torture for him.
The entire situation took a toll on Wei Ying's mental health, it became inevitable to compare himself to other people who were in the same situation, when Lan Zhan and him went to some pre-birthing classes, they all talked about the importance of healthy eating and exercising, some people would say how they go to the gym four times a week, Wei Ying scoffed, the only workout he gets nowadays is walking from the bed to the toilet; and all that made him feel bad, was he doing something wrong to the child growing in his belly? Was Wei Ying being a good mother even though he couldn't keep any vegetables down and not exercise like before? Perhaps he wasn't being a good mom even if his baby was not even born.
And then something changed for the better, Wei Ying was ravenous all the time, eating felt like an enlightenment, like he grew an extra pair of taste buds, rediscovering food had been something akin to a religious experience, he wanted to eat everything. Wei Ying gradually gained ten kilos throughout his pregnancy, which was a good thing after being considered underweight since the beginning, according to his doctor, but it still was a little shocking to see the number rise on the scale, even though not everything was fat, he had to take into consideration his growing uterus, the baby and the amniotic fluid.
He started to look positively pregnant, his belly popped overnight, he didn't looked chubby anymore, it now properly looked like there was a baby growing inside of his tummy, he had to buy a whole new wardrobe, because as much as he liked to use Lan Zhan's clothes, which were a bit roomier and forgiving around his hips and growing belly, he couldn’t keep stealing Lan Zhan’s wardrobe and he could no longer loop the hair tie in the buttonhole of his jeans.
The days of lounging in the living room in sweatpants and cradling his bucket that became his trusty friend in the last months were finally over. All negative feelings that Wei Ying felt were replaced with positive thoughts so he could send them to his baby; all the trials and tribulations were forgotten when he felt the first flutters of his baby, it was too early for Lan Zhan to feel on the outside and he felt a little left out, but Wei Ying reassured him that their baby already loved him a lot.
Wei Ying is a creature that thrives on sex with his husband (his husband! He never thought it would come a day that he gets to call Lan Zhan that, but here they are and in the family way) and he expected that after almost puking his guts every day that any lingering sexual desire would be gone, but with his newfound increased appetite came an array of different symptoms, one of them was an unexpected surge of libido.
Everything made him horny, every day Wei Ying had to at least sent Lan Zhan some spicy texts to get him through the day, he had to wake up an hour before his alarm went off so he could jerk off or wake his husband up to fuck until Wei Ying felt less likely to die from horniness. He would pounce on his husband, not even giving him a chance to take off his shoes, as soon as he was through the door Wei Ying would pull him to their bedroom and ride him all the way to Sunday.
And Lan Zhan, who had a high stamina and an almost non-existent refractory period, struggled greatly to keep up with Wei Ying, but he couldn't refuse his husband, not when he managed to become even more beautiful, if that was possible, Wei Ying already was beautiful, but pregnant Wei Ying had to be a menace.
Wei Ying’s features were sharp, defined, now they have softened as he gained weight, his once narrow hips were surrounded by a layer of fat, spreading to accommodate the growing baby, his thighs have become pillowy, soft, leaving his husband deliciously curvy, his ass got bigger and Lan Zhan had watched delighted as Wei Ying struggled to pull his jeans up, they wouldn't go over his plump ass. But his new favorite thing about his husband had to be the little belly, the irrefutable proof of their baby growing safely inside Wei Ying’s tummy, the tangible proof of their shared love, affection and devotion all in one tiny person who he had yet to meet.
So, Lan Zhan kept indulging his husband, whether it was his latest craving, from a simple cup of ice chips to help with heartburn or the most weirdest concoction of pickles, pickled radishes and vanilla ice cream topped with whipped cream, or another kind of craving that could only be indulge in the bedroom. He would eat Wei Ying out until he couldn’t take it anymore, still begging to be filled despite already being pregnant.
If Wei Ying thought food was great, sex while pregnant was absolutely mind blowing, hormones were wild, he feels everything, it all feels ten times better, it's a whirlwind of sensitivity. A welcomed change from the days spent with his head dunk in the toilet.
Things kept progressing, they got to know the gender of their baby, it was a boy, he was sucking his thumb in the last ultrasound and Wei Ying felt like he could die from the cuteness. He sent a picture of the scan to their family group, Shufu asked for a copy and kept it in his wallet, eager to show it to everyone. They started to search for names, because apparently Wei Ying couldn’t put 'little radish' on his birth certificate; Lan Zhan bought more parenting books, baby name books and continued to be the perfect husband, Wei Ying didn’t deserve someone as sweet and devoted as him, he's grown truly spoiled.
None of the names were to his liking, Wei Ying felt like he was making a mistake. What if he picks a name he thinks it's good for his baby and his son doesn't like it when he's older? And Wei Ying is bad at naming things, he named his pet tarantula 'whatever' he shouldn't be trusted with such an important task like naming his son, fortunately Lan Zhan already had a name for him.
It started when his husband came home a little later after his usual time he comes back from work, Wei Ying was in the kitchen, preparing dinner and humming to his playlist, he talks and sings for his baby, so he gets used to his voice, Lan Zhan also sings for him and that had to be the most amazing experience.
"Welcome home, darling," Wei Ying lowered the heat on the stove, his previous experiences of almost burning the house made him a menace, before he threw himself on his husband's arms, peppering kisses all over his face, but Lan Zhan didn't reciprocate he just looked at Wei Ying with big, brilliant eye, pouting slightly, "Lan Zhan, what's wrong?"
His husband didn't say anything; he just pulled out a plastic bag from behind his back and thrusted it on Wei Ying's hands; he could recognize the logo of the baby store in a heartbeat.
"Lan Zhan! I told you no more, little radish doesn't need another rabbit onesie, they're cute, but it's not going to fit in the closet, shufu and Huan-ge bought enough socks and clothes for an entire year, he even has more clothes than me," Wei Ying opened the bag, inside there was a stuffed rabbit with gentle brown fur, perky ears, a cute pink nose and an even more adorable tail. It was indeed cute and just imagining their son cuddling the stuffed animal made Wei Ying’s eyes fill with tears, looking at his husband with glassy eyes, bottom lips wobbling, and because Lan Zhan couldn’t have Wei Ying crying, he pulled him into a right hug before the first tear could fall.
"I saw it on my way home… I couldn't leave him behind and I think A-Yuan would like it–"
"A-Yuan?" Wei Ying asked in confusion, wiping tears and snot in the back of his hand before Lan Zhan could offer him his fancy handkerchief.
Lan Zhan looked bewildered for a second, his eyes going impossibly wide, "Did I say that out loud?"
"Yeah, you did. So, A-Yuan, huh? Why didn't you tell me you already have a name for him?" Wei Ying cupped his husband's face, a gentle silver gaze meeting with soft gold, like honey.
"I've been calling little radish like that when I think no one could hear me, it's ok if you don't like it, Wei Ying, we could search for another name—"
"Nonsense, dear husband," Wei Ying guided him to the couch in the living room, his feet were swelling and he needed to sit down for a moment. Little radish wasn't so little anymore, he was getting so damn heavy! And he'd been feeling something weird, like bubbling in his stomach, maybe it was just gas, "I love it, really, don't make that face, I'm talking seriously, I love it," he rubbed soothing circles over his round tummy, "little A-Yuan, I love it, it sounds… right."
Wei Ying continued rubbing his tummy when he felt it, a gentle thud against his hand, he gasped and Lan Zhan was immediately on his feet, checking if he was injured, but all Wei Ying did was take his husband's big had and guided towards the spot where he felt it, it was warm against Wei Ying's stretched skin, A-Yuan kicked again, awake and ready to greet his a-die, Lan Zhan gasped surprised too when he felt the tiny foot against his hand.
"See, Lan Zhan? He likes it," Wei Ying patted his bump, but Lan Zhan pulled him into a bruising kiss.
In the end, dinner was indeed burned to a crisp, it was an excellent excuse to get take out from Wei Ying’s favorite Indian restaurant and order an unhealthy amount of paneer.
By the end of his second trimester, Wei Ying was positively glowing, his hair looked full and soft, his cheeks were always flushed with a lovely rosy tint; he and Lan Zhan did yoga every evening after work, and Wei Ying got a more intense workout routine every time he had sex with his husband, his belly doubled in size and was nearing on cumbersome territory, and according to A-jie, he was going to get bigger before the end, so he better braced himself.
Wei Ying didn’t even notice when he started waddling, but that didn’t stop Lan Zhan from finding him irresistible, that belly was both adorable and rather sexy, seeing him so round and heavy with the baby he put there, it also made him feel a little rush of pride, he was the one who eventually Wei Ying chose and no one else.
A-Yuan kept growing at a healthy rate, Wei Ying gained two more kilos but it wasn't as traumatizing as before if it meant his baby was healthy; the end of his pregnancy loomed near, the spurt of energy from the previous months was replaced with fatigue, he got out of breath easily, his back hurt, his hands and feet were swollen, it did remind him of his first trimester, and he shuddered. Wei Ying already took his maternity leave and just worked from home on some projects if he found the energy to do it.
Lan Zhan took it upon himself to finish the nursery, and Wei Ying let him, they picked a pastel yellow shade for the walls and a bunny wall border; the changing table was ready, a rocking chair laid in the corner where he could feed A-Yuan; it felt very western for them to have the baby sleep in a separate room and knowing the both of them, they won't know a moment of peace if little A-Yuan was away from them, so by an unanimous decision, they moved the crib to their room. The bunny Lan Zhan brought a few months ago now rested on top of the crib, ready to be cuddled.
At some point Lan Zhan had been officially kicked out of the bed and replaced by a maternity pillow, he had cursed the day he brought that thing into their home, it had been a relief when Wei Ying still searched for the warmth of his husband and made the U shaped pillow aside. They developed a routine at night before bed, Lan Zhan would retrieve the cocoa butter from the fridge and rub it on the smooth, tight skin. The small baby bump from a couple of months ago was long gone, Lan Zhan could no longer cup the swell of his belly, the place where their baby grows.
Wei Ying didn’t understand why Lan Zhan looked forward to their little ritual, perhaps it had to do with the fact that he feels close to their baby this way, Wei Ying doesn't miss a thing from their baby, from the kicks keeping him up at night, to their little hiccups and flutters, Lan Zhan was gone for most of the day, missing all kinds of stuff, and even if he is not vocal about it, Wei Ying knows he feels like he's failing his son. Lan Zhan was working on some projects so he could request his paternity leave sooner, just to spend more time with Wei Ying and their son.
Despite their nightly ritual, Wei Ying found some stubborn stretch marks around his hips, Lan Zhan had no trouble to reassure him they were beautiful, he was growing a baby, their baby! There was nothing Wei Ying could do that wouldn't make him any less attractive to Lan Zan. Wei Ying was amazing enough to create a whole new tiny person, in his body, with each month, he formed their precious A-Yuan, bit by bit, his fingers, lungs, limbs, and Lan Zhan couldn't wait to meet him, secretly wishing he looked like Wei Ying.
Lan Zhan would always watched mesmerized at the feeling of little feet kicking, just like the first time, and it made Wei Ying coo at his husband every time. Wei Ying’s hand was practically glued to his swollen belly, he needed help to get up and do the smallest things, his days were spent in the toilet but for an entirely different reason, apparently A-Yuan decided that the perfect spot to take a nap was on top of his bladder, so Wei Ying had to pee every five seconds, and he wished he was exaggerating, there had been multiple occasions where he peed his pants which would've been pretty embarrassing if he wasn't wearing a pee pad.
Unfortunately, Wei Ying lost interest in sex when he started to grow truly large, they couldn't find a comfortable position, his belly getting in the way, he didn't feel sexy at all, and Wei Ying fell asleep most of the time before Lan Zhan made an attempt to do some foreplay. Little A-Yuan was due on the first week of February, and Wei Ying hoped his little bun had inherited his a-die's punctuality, but alas the child was just like him; Wei Ying had been planning for weeks La Zhan’s birthday party, he was going to do all the food he likes, take him to all his favorite places, but A-Yuan had other plans.
When Lan Zhan woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed, he knew something was amiss, Wei Ying couldn’t get out of bed without his help, but it wasn't uncommon for his husband to get up and go to the bathroom not wanting to wake him up, but he tries to relax, waiting for his husband to be back so he could help him to climb on the bed. The minutes pass and there's no sign of Wei Ying, he can see the light of the bathroom door through the crack under the door, so Lan Zhan kicks the sheets and the maternity pillows that still receives more cuddles than him and goes to knock on the closed door.
"Wei Ying?" The only answer he gets is a groan, without hesitation, Lan Zhan opens the unlocked bathroom door, finding Wei Ying bracing himself against the sink, one hand on his belly, he's wearing his old pajamas, which is an old ratty band t-shirt riddled with holes and sweatpants, they cling low to his hips.
Lan Zhan is immediately by his side, helping him to support his weight, Wei Ying leans against him, he's sweaty, releasing a shaky breath, he smiles weakly, like he's keeping up the facade that he's fine, but one look at the slightly smaller man and Lan Zhan knows. These are not simple practice contractions.
"For how long has it been like this?" Lan Zhan asked, rubbing his arm, he tries to remain calm, he's not the one dealing with the pain, but seeing Wei Ying’s face twisted in pain, rubbing his belly and slightly swaying his hips is like a punch to the gut, he hates to see his beloved in pain.
"I don't know, the pain woke me up," Lan Zhan winces, Wei Ying’s voice sounds a little more ragged, he keeps rubbing circles over his tummy with one hand and holding the underside with the other, "sorry, I didn't want to wake you up."
"Don't apologize, sweetheart, you should've woke me up, maybe we have to go to the hospital," Wei Ying closes his eyes, breathing picking up, his belly going hard, he shakes his head vehemently.
"No hospital, Lan Zhan," he croaks out, looking at his husband through glassy eyes, the tears clinging to his long lashes.
"But, Wei Ying, we need to go to the hospital, I'll call the midwife, she'll know what to do." Hospitals always made Wei Ying nervous, Wen Qing suggested her grandma as a midwife, and Wei Ying trusted her immediately, but right now the smaller man was scared, nervous and Lan Zhan couldn’t blame him, so he relented, "what can I do to make it better?"
"Just hold me, please," Wei Ying says in a small voice, Lan Zhan just does that, holds him, swaying a little. Eventually he guides them back to bed, where he knows Wei Ying would be more comfortable while he labors, his hospital bag had been ready for months, Wei Ying carefully packed everything he's going to need, a lot of baby A-Yuan's onesies, comfortable clothes for him and even snacks because he hates hospital food.
And then, the waiting game begins, there's no point in going to the hospital if they're going to send them back home, Wei Ying keeps whimpering, clinging to Lan Zhan and holding his hand until his bones creak at the pressure, but even that is nothing compared to the pain his husband is feeling. Lan Zhan helps him to get up when Wei Ying complains about nausea and wanting to relieve himself, he pees, and not a second later he has to pee again, it's not normal and then realization hits.
"I think that was my water," Wei Ying bites his bottom lip, sitting on the toilet, they've been together for so long, so Wei Ying sitting naked on the toilet is not that weird, it's even considered normal.
"Is it really happening?" Lan Zhan asked, half in disbelief and excitement, their life as just the two of them was about to change, it's both scary and exhilarating.
"It is really happening," Wei Ying echoes back with a humorless laugh, "I want to take a quick shower, I'm all sweaty."
Although a bath would be the best option, they don't have time, Lan Zhan jumps inside the shower, helping Wei Ying, who looks unsteady on his feet, and a million images flash in Lan Zhan’s mind, so they have to be quick. The cold water is a blessing on Wei Ying's overheated skin, he moans, standing under the water. Lan Zhan carefully washes his husband, gently massaging his scalp, tilting his head to wash away the suds, making sure Wei Ying is extra clean, he washes between his legs to get rid of the last of his amniotic fluid. Wei Ying holds him as a lifeline as another contraction hits, his husband kisses his belly, knowing it would be the last time, their baby's going to be here very soon.
Lan Zhan exits the shower, thankful that they had a bigger one that could fit two grown adults, he grabbed Wei Ying’s hand and makes sure his feet are firmly on the bathmat before wrapping a fluffy towel around his body, he helps his husband get dressed first, picking some sweatpants and a hoodie, Lan Zhan dresses in a similar fashion, he grabs the hospital bag and slungs it over his shoulder, before helping Wei Ying to the car.
Outside, the winter chill of the early morning whistles, the streets are empty, but Lan Zhan drives carefully to get them safely to the hospital, beside him Wei Ying can't get comfortable, he kept shifting, panting, whimpering, his hands cup the underside of his belly, the more Wei Ying acts unlike himself, the more Lan Zhan worries, he is unusually silent, and his husband knows this is bad.
He barely remembers what happened at the hospital, Lan Zhan doesn’t care when their baby comes out into Lan Zhan’s hands, flushed, slimy and wet, crying, no, wailing at the rudeness of being pulled out of his cozy home and thrown into the world and Wei Ying instantly relaxes, because his baby is breathing, he is alive.
Lan Yuan was born at 7:58 of January 12, he immediately puts him on Wei Ying's naked chest, placing a kiss on his head not caring about the fluids, he looks at Lan Zhan like he can't believe their little radish is here, on Wei Ying's chest, A-Yuan's cries quited to small whimpers.
He hasn't opened his eyes but A-Yuan has the cutest frown on his face, he looks a little like Lan Zhan and he is the most precious thing Wei Ying has ever seen, he has a lot of hair, ten perfect fingers and ten perfect little toes, an extra adorable button nose he scrunches when Wei Ying runs his finger along the bridge of his nose. Yanli-jie told him that once you saw the face of your baby for the first time, it all makes sense, Wei Ying thought that was corny, but now, he understands.
No, scratch that, seeing Lan Zhan holding little A-Yuan in his big hands, he fits between his a-die's big hands, it all really does make sense, right there and then Wei Ying decides he wants at least ten more babies with Lan Zhan.
The nurses take A-Yuan to do some newborn screenings and Wei Ying reluctantly hands him over, he cries the minute he's away from his mom. Wei Ying feels like a piece of his heart is gone with the nurse.
. . .
Raising a little human it's not an easy job, but by far it has to be Wei Ying’s favorite thing in the whole world. It's scary because everything looks and feels scary with a newborn. The first few days after they brought A-Yuan home, Wei Ying refused to sleep because he was scared, what if A-Yuan stops breathing while he sleeps, he heard enough stories that sometimes babies forget to breath, so he watched over him, looking at the slow rise and fall of his chest, until Wei Ying passes out from exhaustion. They wake up every two hours during the night, taking turns. Lan Zhan usually was the one to prepare A-Yuan's bottle or change his diaper.
Taking care of A-Yuan is not always easy, they're new parents and prone to make mistakes, the books gave them the tools, and yet every baby is different, sometimes A-Yuan would only sleep if Lan Zhan holds him on his belly, it did made a cute picture to see his husband walking around the house with their baby sleeping on his tummy as he holds him or he would only settle down when Wei Ying has him on the baby wrap against his chest. All in all, his baby has always been easy to love. A-Yuan has gray eyes that mirror Wei Ying’s, but has the smallest golden halo around his iris.
The one thing Wei Ying was looking forward after giving birth was the chance to breastfeed his baby; breast milk is supposed to help the baby build a strong immune system, it has a ton of health benefits, not only for his baby, but also for him, it contains all the nutrients A-Yuan needs to grow, and it helps mother and child to bond, but despite Wei Ying’s swollen breasts and sensitive nipples, he's not producing the necessary milk, leaving him frustrated and A-Yuan hungry. Wei Ying had to resort to give A-Yuan formula.
It was not the decision Wei Ying liked, but the one necessary for A-Yuan's growth and development, no one judge him, Yanli-jie used to tell him that if she could, be would've choose to bottle feed A-Ling since his nephew teethed on her poor breasts, which he understands, breastfeeding is not for everyone and one should do what it's more comfortable. Aunt Yu did make some rude comments which made Wei Ying feel like the worst mother.
But after trying everything like changing his diet, drinking nursing teas, and eating a lot of oatmeal, massages and compresses on his breast despite how painful they are, lactation cookies, using the pump often to stimulate his breasts, and multiple talks with the doctors, Wei Ying was at his wits end, nothing works, his milk production is low, he's failing his son.
"I read something," Lan Zhan starts, his voice low so as to not wake up A-Yuan sleeping on his naked chest. Wei Ying comes out of the bathroom, wearing his silk red robe, the only thing forgiving around his sensitive breasts, brushing his teeth, his gums still bled from time to time.
"What is that?" He asks with foam on his mouth, watching enamored as A-Yuan sleeps, he reaches for his phone and snaps a picture, that one's going to be his lockscreen for a long time.
"I–have read some articles, to help with," his husband makes a vague gesture with his hands referring to Wei Ying’s chest, "about low milk production," Lan Zhan clears his throat, his ears turning a lovely shade of red, he doesn’t meet Wei Ying’s gaze, "some articles suggest that sex and breast stimulation increases blood flow, and healthy blood flow increases milk production."
Wei Ying looks at his husband, who is gently patting A-Yuan's bum, he still fits in Lan Zhan’s entire hands, he definitely didn't feel small when he was in Wei Ying’s tummy; he goes to the bathroom to rinse his mount and bursts out laughing.
"I can't believe you're suggesting we have sex to help with my milk production," Wei Ying holds his belly, laughing until tears come out of his eyes, "er-gege, you're so shameless. I'm not laughing at you, sweet thing, it's just, you said it with such a serious face, like the same one A-Yuan makes when he's pooping, you know that one, when he furrows his tiny brows."
"I thought Wei Ying was used to it, you like it when I talk about how I'm going to breed you, fill you up with my babies—" Wei Ying silences him with a hand on his mouth, flushing bright red.
"OK, ok I get it," Wei Ying sighs, "I mean, it wouldn't hurt to try, right?" He scratches the nape of his neck, sounding even more disappointed, "and if it doesn't work we continue with the formula, fuck Aunt Yu, she breastfed Jiang Cheng and look how he came out."
. . .
Wei Ying knows he shouldn't be ashamed, that's his husband, the man who had seen his naked body multiple times, the husband who worships his body every day for the last ten years, then why is Wei Ying feeling more self-conscious at the idea of Lan Zhan seeing him naked again.
He doesn't feel his prettiest at the moment, Wei Ying feels like a deflated balloon, like when it's all saggy from having too much air, the least thing on his mind right now is going to the gym. Wei Ying is taking care of a newborn, he has his hands full, there's more important things to take care of instead of his new insecurities. Wei Ying looks at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, he has dark circles under his eyes, if A-Yuan allows it, he would shower, before he starts crying, his hair is in a bun.
Wei Ying has no energy for anything else than to take care of his baby, he wears leggings and loose t-shirts most of the time, and he's wearing the most unflattering underwear of all time.
The image staring back in the mirror is someone Wei Ying barely recognizes, but somehow… he likes it, it's different but at the same time, he looks like a father, a husband, it's nice, and most importantly, Wei Ying shouldn't doubt Lan Zhan, he knows his husband would love him despite everything.
Finally, Wei Ying lets down his hair, he washes his face and does his skincare routine, he's about to get his tits sucked by his husband, so he better look decent enough, Wei Ying applies a slight layer of concealer underneath his eyes and his favorite strawberry chapstick, going for a more natural look. When Wei Ying exits the bathroom, Lan Zhan was already waiting for him, reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, a book in his lap, he's doing it on purpose, Lan Zhan knows how much Wei Ying finds it hot when his husband wears his eyeglasses.
When Lan Zhan noticed his presence, he put the book on the bedside table, his glasses resting on top of the hard cover, bestowing all his undivided attention towards the smaller man, he outstretched his hand and Wei Ying wasted no time in sinking in his lap. Time is of the essence, A-Yuan could wake up at any minute, kids were the best cockblockers of all time. Wei Ying pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his naked chest, his breasts waiting to be touched and sucked, Lan Zhan placed his big, warm hands delicately over his waist.
Tentatively and delicately, as if Wei Ying is something precious that could break, runs his fingers along the puffy sensitive nipple, cupping both of his breasts, they're the perfect size filling his hands, and Wei Ying fails to suppress a hiss that slowly morphs into a tiny moan, during his pregnancy, his chest was off-limits it was way too over sensitive to be pleasurable. Lan Zhan looked in awe as he ran his thumb over Wei Ying’s nipples.
This shouldn't be turning Wei Ying on like that, but he's already half hard in his shorts and there's no way that Lan Zhan can't see or feel his hard length; the smaller man draws in a breath, biting on his bottom lip as Lan Zhan gently squeezes, his husband's touch is affecting his self-control, and the way he looks at Wei Ying, he's blushing at the besotted look on his husband.
"Do not hesitate to tell me if I hurt you, sweetheart," Lan Zhan whispers, his voice husky, golden eyes hungry. Lan Zhan’s lush lips were on Wei Ying's lips, his husband is undeniably a good kisser, his lips fell good over Wei Ying’s mouth, plump, firm, their tongues grazing occasionally, before Wei Ying thrusts his tongue into Lan Zhan’s mouth, he moans and thrusts his hips forward and there it is, the hint of hardness underneath Lan Zhan’s ugly, grandpa pajama pants.
His husband paws at his chest, tenderly kneaded the sensitive skin and pinching Wei Ying’s nipples, he guides Lan Zhan to his chest, he needs those lips elsewhere, he understands and Lan Zhan parts his lips, closing his eyes, and wraps his plush, red lips around Wei Ying’s entire areola, the sensation takes him by surprise, he gasps, it's a little weird, it's different from the handful of times he tried to breastfeed his son, Lan Zhan sucks more confidently, harder, he cups his other breast, rolling his nipple between his finger.
Wei Ying’s orgasm approaches rapidly, and before he could cum untouched, Lan Zhan lets go of his breast with a wet pop, staring at his husband, his nipple are pinkier, a little swollen from Lan Zhan’s attention, he licks his lips before diving in again, this time sucking with earnest, licking and sucking at his nipples, his husband tugs at the elastic band of Wei Ying’s shorts, pulling the down in one swift motion, wrapping his big hand around Wei Ying’s flushed cock, stroking him a few times to bring him to full hardness.
"Beautiful," Lan Zhan whispers against his breast, a reverent look on his face. All the lingering doubt in the back of Wei Ying’s mind melt away, his husband gives a kiss to each breast, dragging his plush lips down to his tummy, it's still a little swollen, but not like when there was a baby inside, his womb shrinking to its original size.
He flips him over, squeezing Wei Ying’s generous ass hard, pulling his cheeks apart, his hole dripping wet exposed to the cold air of the room, Wei Ying yelps, looking over his shoulder to glare at his husband, but Lan Zhan is looking at him defiantly, not intimidated and slaps him in the ass. It's not meant to hurt or leave the red, angry imprints of his hand, it's just a reminder of who is in charge. Lan Zhan offered his husband his fingers and no matter how much Wei Ying pouts and feigns annoyance, he wraps his beautiful lips around the digits, sucking on them like he would do his husband's cock, hollowing his cheeks, swirling that lovely and wicked tongue all over his fingers.
When his fingers are thoroughly coated in saliva, Lan Zhan pulls them out with a wet pop that echoes in the room. Wei Ying feels Lan Zhan’s hot breath against his exposed hole, rubbing his slicked fingers around the tight ring of muscle, his slick glistening under the low light. Wei Ying hears the rustle of clothes and before he could peer at his husband, he felt the blunt head of Lan Zhan’s cock against his hole, smearing precum around his rim, the smaller man pushed his hips back.
"Mean husband, teasing your wife like that," Wei Ying wiggles his ass, until he feels Lan Zhan’s tongue pressing against his wet hole, before it pushes inside, his tongue is warm, hot and so, so perfect, Wei Ying could never get over the feel of his Lan Zhan’s inside of him, slurping his juices, pushing and pulsing, Wei Ying mewls loudly, immediately putting his hand over his mouth, he eyes the crib next to their bed, A-Yuan is still sleeping soundly, and the smaller man sighs relieved.
Lan Zhan ignores his husband's pleas, knowing too well they're just words of encouragement, Wei Ying whines, biting his forearm to keep them down, fishing the sheets, fuck, he's so hard it hurts, more slick slides down his thighs, more precum pools at the head of his cock. Lan Zhan is in no better shape, he loves Wei Ying like this, when he's open and wet, writhing under him, unbashedly lewd and wanton, his own cock throbs between his legs, he kisses his hol like he would kiss his mouth, before Lan Zhan withdraws his tongue.
That earns him a murderous glare from his husband, who pushes his hips back until his ass is at eye level with Lan Zhan, wiggling it in an attempt to entice the other man, but Lan Zhan has the audacity of ignoring him, grabbing him by the waist and flip him over so they're face to face.
"Would you last if I start playing with your tits?" Lan Zhan whispers, his face a blank canvas, like he just asked WeibYing to pass him the salt on the dinner table, it's something that Wei Ying finds so endearing, "I wonder if you could cum with just me playing with your tits."
"Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying splutters, but his husband's mouth is already kissing along his jawline, down to his neck, pressing his lips over Wei Ying’s carotid artery, and down, stopping between the valley of his breasts. He's teasing him, his cruel husband is going to kill him, Lan Zhan stops, outright ignoring his chest, no matter how much Wei Ying whines in frustration; Lan Zhan continued to worship his body, avoiding going anywhere near his tits.
"If Wei Ying wants something, he should tell me," there's a mischievous smirk on Lan Zhan’s lips, almost imperceptible to the naked eye and someone who hasn't spent the last ten years with him.
"Fuck, you know what I want ZhanZhan, are you planning on torturing your wife all night?" Wei Yings complains, getting out of breath and keeping a close eye on A-Yuan, their poor baby doesn't need to know what their parents are doing.
"You love it when I torture you with my big hands and my big cock," and he's smiling again! Pressing another kiss to Wei Ying’s lips.
"Ah– Lan Zhan please, suck my nipples, bite them, please Lan Zhan, rub them, anything!"
Lan Zhan bends down, Wei Ying watches expectantly, his chest heaving, toes curling and without warning the other man wraps his plush lips around Wei Ying’s nipple and sucks, a strangled yelp ripping out from Wei Ying’s parted lips, it hurts a little, but his breasts also feel weirdly full and tingly, Lan Zhan alternated between kissing his nipples, making sure both of his breast are taken care of.
The taller man spreads Wei Ying’s legs, continuing his routine of kissing his breasts, he lines his cock with his entrance, dragging his cock against Wei Ying's wet hole, his own cock straining up against his belly. Wei Ying moans the moment Lan Zhan sinks it, bottoming out, he hisses at the stretch, he never gets over the feeling of fullness to have Lan Zhan inside of him and it's been too long since they fucked.
Neither of them were in the mood, too exhausted to even try anything, sex is good but they're rediscovering each other as parents and Wei Ying feels like falling in love with his husband all over again every time he watches him hold A-Yuan, when he sings to the tiny baby, whispering sweet words when A-Yuan feels scared, fatherhood suits him, Lan Zhan has a lot of love to give.
Wei Ying closes his eyes, overwhelmed but the sensation of Lan Zhan dexterous mouth over his tingling nipples, and the thick drag of his cock against his walls, hitting that spot inside him that leaves Wei Ying breathless. Lan Zhan laced their fingers together as he picked up the pace, rolling Wei Ying’s right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, until Wei Ying was delirious with pleasure, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud around the room.
Lan Zhan kept his pace, his lips sealed on Wei Ying's right nipple a needy sound came out of the smaller man's mouth, he teased the abused nipple, hollowing his cheeks. Wei Ying’s body went rigid and he cums, cock spurting between their chests. When something hits the back of Lan Zhan's mouth, it's sweet and heavy on his tongue, his cock still buried deep inside Wei Ying, who is hot and tight around him. Lan Zhan pulls away, looking at Wei Ying’s breasts.
"Wei Ying, open your eyes," Lan Zhan said, voice full of wonder, continuing his thrusts until he cums hard, his cock twitching inside Wei Ying.
Wei Ying lazily opens one eye, looking at Lan Zhan’s amazed expression, he looks down in his breasts, two twin streaks slide down his nipples, it's a yellowish substance, like liquid gold flowing down his chest. Lan Zhan wraps his eager mouth around the nipple, more milk gushes into his awaiting mouth, he swallows the mouthful of milk, moaning low. Wei Ying’s other nipple leaks when A-Yuan cries.
He's starting to recognize his son's cries, when he's hungry, when he needs a clean diaper or when he just wants to cuddle, Lan Zhan lets nis nipple go and takes their son out of his crib, immediately handing him to his husband. A-Yuan smacks his rosebud lips, sucking his fists, Wei Ying finds a comfortable position and his son latches quickly, sucking hungrily. Lan Zhan scoots closer, redressing, he's still hard.
"You didn't cum," Wei Ying pouts, letting A-Yuan hold his fingers.
"Do not worry, this was all about Wei Ying."
"Oh, Lan Zhan, I can't believe it worked! I couldn't feed him for too long and now look, he's eating, what a good boy. A-Yuan you're going to suck your mother dry, look Lan Zhan, your son is such a good boy."
Lan Zhan looks at their son, sucking greedily on his mother's breast, when he leans, relieving the pressure on the other breast, tongue and mouth warm around Wei Ying’s nipple.
"Lan Zhan! Don’t tell me you're jealous of your own son–ah, er-gege, have some mercy on your poor wife, you're going to run me dry!"
. . .
Now, Wei Ying’s milk overproduction is a little extreme, they had to buy a bigger freezer since it was usually overflowing with bags with milk, his breasts are now fuller, all of Wei Ying’s t-shirt were covered with spit and milk stains, every three hours he has to pump, but at least it means he can keep feeding his little radish, the most he pumped in one night were 73 ounces of milk that would go to the freezer, Lan Zhan had to buy a mini fridge for their room, so they didn't have to go all the way downstairs to get milk.
Wei Ying is considering donating some of his milk, but the dark look Lan zhan gave him was enough to suppress those ideas. Don't get him wrong, the pump has been super helpful, but nothing could beat the feeling of his husband nursing from him, Wei Ying would cradle his head as Lan Zhan latches on, Wei Ying could now feed them both, his milk production is not low anymore.
When Lan Zhan empties his breast, a little milk dribbles from his chin, Wei Ying would wipe it off, smiling coquettishly at his husband.
"Don't play with your food, er-gege."
When Lan Zhan pulled him into a kiss, Wei Ying could taste his own milk on his lips.