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better than dreaming
Wei Ying has gotten used to living with Lan Zhan. He’s gotten used to the space; one in which he’s gradually leaving all his shit until the perfectly white and wooden house is covered in proof that he too, lives here. Lan Zhan makes piles of his stuff but often repeats that he doesn’t mind.
He admitted that it feels more like a home than it ever has.
Wei Ying might just have to believe that, and try not to feel too guilty for the mess he’s made. It’s been pretty great. He’s stacked his favourite chili oil in the cabinets and Lan Zhan bought him a fancy coffee machine. The one you put whole beans in — you know, the one that has a milk steamer on the side. The only thing Wei Ying has not quite gotten used to, is Lan Zhan’s sleeping schedule.
He’s been trying to sleep a bit sooner; he wants to fall asleep in Lan Zhan’s arms. He wants to wake sleepily, for just a second, when Lan Zhan gets up at five AM. His own sleeping rhythm has always been shit, though, and though it hasn’t happened in a while, there are days when he’ll find Lan Zhan—
Stirring awake, the sun barely up.
His soft — the holyshit how does anyone wake from this kind of soft — alarm clock ringing through the bedroom.
Wei Ying himself on the reading chair they put in their bedroom a while back, balls deep in a deep dive about microorganisms, his eyes red from — apparently — reading all night.
He watches as Lan Zhan turns off his alarm clock, something sleepy and heavy about him. Often, Lan Zhan will wake up at the first sound. Now, he turns to his side and slips his leg, too warm, out from underneath the sheets. With the movement, Wei Ying can see the pale skin of his beautifully long legs and, slightly hidden between his tight, he can see the bulge of Lan Zhan’s cock. He’s got morning wood, thick and pressed between his leg and the white fitted sheet.
Wei Ying swallows thickly. He finds himself frustrated with the tablet on his lap and this fuck knows how many-th article he’s reading. He could have slipped into the bed and snuggled against Lan Zhan. He could have been lying in Lan Zhan’s arms as he woke up, his dick pressed between them and as he sleepily realised he was hard, Lan Zhan could have pressed it between Wei Ying’s legs.
He could have slipped his underwear down and rubbed it between his asscheeks, until he came without even fucking him. He would have whispered to Wei Ying to sleep some more. I’ll clean you.
Or maybe he would have woken Wei Ying up. Wei Ying, Lan Zhan would have whispered with a hand tightly in his hair. Can I fuck you awake?
These kind of things have happened before. Especially when Wei Ying was simply staying over; he’d always actually sleep with Lan Zhan. They’d have eye for nothing but each other all night, fucking before they’d fall asleep and back at it once they woke.
Now, Wei Ying is sitting two meters from the bed Lan Zhan is having his sweet dreams in. His warm cock cooling down slowly, untouched.
Before he can start doubting himself, he gets up and puts his tablet down on the chair. He’s wearing soft pyjama pants, dark blue ones that he’s all but stolen from Lan Zhan and a big shirt. Silently, he climbs onto the bed where Lan Zhan is lying.
When Lan Zhan opens his eyes, they’re slightly thick with sleep. He looks beautiful; his lips are red and he’s got a light imprint of the pillow on his cheek. His hair is, somehow, perfect. “—Ying?” Lan Zhan whispers.
He feels a little nervous— giddy, maybe — as he moves towards Lan Zhan. He hasn’t felt nervous about touching him in a long time. They move together effortlessly. Lan Zhan leads him and sometimes, when they’re in a mood, demands him around. He’s happy to oblige.
Now, he slowly pulls the sheet from Lan Zhan’s hips and presses a cold hand against his hip, pushing up his pyjama shirt. The skin is warm, and his cock looks big in the white underwear he always wears.
Wei Ying wants to move his hand down, to touch him.
He’s almost proud of himself when he holds back and asks, teasingly: “Had a sweet dream?”
Lan Zhan barely hums before he turns to lay on his back, his stomach and underwear completely exposed, and pushes up his hips. Wei Ying can tell he’s sleepy, today, that he’ll be silent for a bit longer. He wants to take care of him.
“Did you think of me?” He teases.
Lan Zhan looks at him with his thick eyes and then slowly reaches out towards him. He meets his hand in the middle. Wei Ying finds Lan Zhan’s big hand on his cheek, letting it hold him. Lan Zhan caresses his cheek, his heavy eyes looking at him like he’s beautiful.
“Want me to take care of you, baby?” Wei Ying turns his head and kisses Lan Zhan’s handpalm. Then, he eyes Lan Zhan with the best bedroom eyes he can manage. “Want me to wake you up?”
Lan Zhan, instead of answering, takes his thumb from his cheek and slowly presses it against Wei Ying’s lips. He can’t help but open up. He runs his tongue over the skin and then sucks in Lan Zhan’s thumb. A moan escapes him, and he’s happy to see Lan Zhan’s cock just just slightly at the sound — at the feeling of the tongue that it could have. Wei Ying makes an effort to suck in Lan Zhan’s thumb another few times, making it as wet as he can, before he wraps his fingers around Lan Zhan’s waistband.
When Lan Zhan pulls out his finger — and Wei Ying waits a beat, just to tease him — he finds his voice: “Wei Ying,” he simply says. His voice is hoarse and stern. Don’t make me wait, it tells him. It’s begging and commanding him at the same time.
He doesn’t wait another second. First, he presses his wet mouth against Lan Zhan’s underwear. He wets the tightness of the fabric with his tongue and his breath, and slowly teases his fingertips over the head of his cock.
When Lan Zhan reaches down, he hurries to hook his fingers around the white waistband and pulls Lan Zhan’s cock free. He’s smiling, teasingly and whispers: “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan. Aren’t you sleepy? Let me take care of you, hm?”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan breathes out. “Please.”
He can’t help but smile and Lan Zhan’s words. He still has the smile on his lips when he takes a hold of Lan Zhan’s cock and dips in. He’s not quite done bringing Lan Zhan to the edge, though, so he sticks out his wet tongue and licks up from the base, to the head.
Then he licks Lan Zhan’s head. Something about the movement makes him feel dirty, like an animal, and so, so good. A painful whimper escapes Lan Zhan’s throat, before Wei Ying feels a large hand being wrapped in his hair. Lan Zhan doesn’t quite drag him deeper onto his dick, but he gets the message anyway. Slowly, finally, he opens his lips and takes Lan Zhan’s cock into his mouth.
Lan Zhan presses his hips up and thrusts into him. Just ones; until his cock seems to nestle inside of the back of his throat and Lan Zhan lets out a slow moan. Wei Ying slowly pulls away, just so that he can tighten his lips around the warm and smooth skin of Lan Zhan’s dick, and then bobs his head back.
He’s trying to hold Lan Zhan in place. Let me do this for you, lay back, as he sucks Lan Zhan off tightly. He’s slow about it. The sky outside is barely becoming light, and the entire world is silent around them. With his pleasure, comes a deep tiredness as well. He sucks Lan Zhan in a wonderful haze — as if it’s a dream they are both having. His entire skin is sensitive; his cock rubs sweetly against his pyjama pants and the bed.
The hand in his hair tightens, and Wei Ying almost lets go of himself as he feels that Lan Zhan is holding him up by his hair and starts slowly fucking his mouth. Wei Ying feels safe in his hands; warm. His body feels like it’s burning. Lan Zhan is so fucking big in his mouth, deep against the skin of his throat.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan whispers. “Lay back.”
When Lan Zhan pulls him off him, Wei Ying looks at him, wide eyed, “Let me take care of y—”
Lan Zhan gives him a push until he’s laying on his back. “Until I was awake, you said. I am. Lay back.”
He lets himself be pressed onto his back and lays down against the warm pillow. Lan Zhan climbs up and kneels down next to his shoulders. “Open,” he mumbles.
Wei Ying does as he’s told, and before he knows it, Lan Zhan has pressed his cock back into his mouth. The first thrust is careful, slow. He makes sure not to hurt him, not to hurt himself or Wei Ying’s teeth. Gradually, though, Lan Zhan is riding his face.
Wei Ying finds himself completely overwhelmed, unable to do anything, and feeling so fucking good. He simply keeps his lips unlocked, and feels Lan Zhan’s cock spreads them open. He desperately holds onto Lan Zhan’s hips, moving with him as he thrusts into him and, eventually, as he pulls out.
“Beautiful,” Lan Zhan whispers. Then, he adds: “Better than any dream.”
Wei Ying watches as Lan Zhan takes a hold of his cock and starts jacking off above his face. He keeps his mouth wide open, waiting for Lan Zhan to cum on his face, for his sperm to fill his mouth.
When Lan Zhan starts moaning, low and hoarse, he can’t help but moan with him. Open mouthed and warm from their bed, from Lan Zhan's skin.
He feels thick and warm cum drip onto his chin, his cheek and a bit onto his tongue. It leaks over his cheekbones, into his hair. Lan Zhan is breathing heavily above him. He lets out a muffled moan when he pulls his cock ones more and softly presses the dripping wet tip into Wei Ying’s mouth to clean himself.
For a second, Wei Ying watches Lan Zhan watch him.
He knows how he must look; thick cum all over his face and ruffled from his lack of sleep. He knows Lan Zhan loves him like that. He knows Lan Zhan means it when he repeats: “So beautiful.”
Slowly, Lan Zhan traces his fingers from his cheek to his chin, gathering his cum. Wei Ying opens his mouth before Lan Zhan even has to ask, taking his fingers into his mouth and moaning around his finger. His entire body is imploding with the simple sensation.
“Good. You’re so good.”
Wei Ying nods, allowing the dirty sound it makes when Lan Zhan’s fingers slip out of his mouth. Lan Zhan slowly leans down and kisses him. A peck, and then an open mouthed kiss.
When they part, Wei Ying mumbles: “I’m sorry I didn’t sleep with you.”
“Mhm,” Lan Zhan nods. “We live together now. It is fine.”
Wei Ying grins. “Maybe tonight you should fuck me until I can’t leave the bed anymore, hm?”
“I would like that.” Lan Zhan reaches out and slowly caresses his cheek. He's got a small smile on his lips. “But first you should sleep."