Thread by @laazulink, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan are best friends and study buddies. One [...]

Wei Ying and Lan Zhan are best friends and study buddies.

One day they’re studying at Wei Ying’s apartment when Wei Ying sits back, staring into the middle distance contemplatively, and says, “You think you can deepthroat a dildo lying down?”

Lan Zhan has just taken a sip of water and he simultaneously breathes it into his lungs and spits it out. He starts coughing and Wei Ying gets up to pat his back, trying to help him breathe.

“You alright?” Wei Ying asks. Lan Zhan is /not/ alright, but he nods anyways. Wei Ying is still a little worried about him, so he sits down next to him. “Anyways, as I was saying. I wonder if you can do that. Well, if /I/ can do it.”

They sit in silence for a few minutes, Wei Ying just thinking and Lan Zhan barely containing the arousal (aka feral h/orny energy) coursing through him. Abruptly, Wei Ying shoots to his feet.

“I know! I’ll try it with a dildo!” he exclaims. Without giving Lan Zhan a chance to respond, he runs into his bedroom. A few minutes later he emerges with three dildos of varying sizes. He sets all three on the coffee table upright.

Lan Zhan’s eyes are as wide as saucers and all he can do is stare at the dildos. Where they sit, taunting him. He is VISCERALLY aware that they have all been inside of Wei Ying. If they had voices they would probably be mocking him over it.

“I’ll start with the 5 inch, I already know I can take that,” Wei Ying says. Lan Zhan is utterly speechless. He knows that if he opens his mouth, he’s either going to say ‘Wei Ying’ in the most broken voice known to man, or straight up moan. Neither is a thing he wants to happen.

Wei Ying doesn’t seem to need much encouragement anyways, though, because without further contemplation, he grabs the smallest dildo of the three, a bright red one. Then he lays down on the floor and holds the dildo over his face.

“Hmm… a person has legs, so even if they sat on my chest it would be…” Wei Ying moves the dildo around until he’s satisfied with the placement. Lan Zhan is still staring at him like a deer in the headlights.

Then he leans forward, taking the dildo into his mouth. His brows are furrowed. He pushes his head up further and further until his mouth has covered all of the dildo save for the base. Lan Zhan whimpers.

Wei Ying pulls the dildo out of his mouth with a pop, letting his head drop back onto the carpet. He frowns at the dildo. Then he glances over at the coffee table with the other two dildos; a 6.5 inch and an 8 inch. He frowns at those too.

His gaze slides over to Lan Zhan, who is literally covering his mouth to stop any more embarrassing sounds from escaping him. Lan Zhan is trying his absolute best to keep his expression smooth. Wei Ying stares at Lan Zhan for a second before a lightbulb seems to click in his head

“Lan Zhan! Can you grab the 8 inch and bring it here?” he asks.

Lan Zhan nods numbly, picking up the largest dildo that has BEEN INSIDE OF WEI YING and walks over to him in what feels like slow motion.

“Here,” Lan Zhan murmurs, trying to hand it to Wei Ying. He waves him off.

“Could you sit on me? Sorry, I just want to check. You can get up right after I figure out placement,” Wei Ying says. He pats his chest, giving Lan Zhan puppy dog eyes.

“Alright,” Lan Zhan replies, voice cracking. Crouching down next to Wei Ying, he lifts a leg over his chest, bracing himself with a hand next to Wei Ying’s head as he tries to sit down slowly. Once seated, he tries again to hand Wei Ying the dildo.

“U-um,” Wei Ying starts breathlessly. Sounding less confident now, he says, “No y-you hold it over where—where yours is.” His eyes are trained on Lan Zhan’s crotch.

“Should I get up?” Lan Zhan asks, worried about Wei Ying’s breathing. He starts to move and Wei Ying grabs his leg, stilling him.

“No, um. Stay there,” Wei Ying says.

Lan Zhan is trying with every ounce of control in his body to kill his boner but it is just not happening. No matter how much he thinks about sad things, the image in front of him—of Wei Ying, inches from his cock—wins out.

He hopes that the looseness of the pants he’s wearing will work in his favor.

“Okay,” Lan Zhan says hoarsely. He grips the dildo a little too tightly, holding it over the bulge in his pants.

Wei Ying looks up at Lan Zhan, making eye contact for the first time since Lan Zhan sat down on him. Without breaking it, he leans forward and takes the dildo into his mouth.

// y’all I’m so tired rn, I’m going to come back to this tomorrow

He takes it into his mouth, painfully slow, until his lips brush against Lan Zhan’s fist. Lan Zhan feels like he’s been tossed into an inferno, desire licking at his skin. Agreeing to this was a terrible idea.

His fingers itch with the need to toss the dildo across the room and lick into Wei Ying’s mouth, his control hanging on by the thinnest of threads. He doesn't know how much more of this he can stand.

Instead of asking Lan Zhan to move his hand—which he would do without being asked, but he feels as if he’s been frozen in place—Wei Ying holds his gaze, moving his mouth slowly back and forth on the dildo.

Lan Zhan wants to ask what Wei Ying is /doing/, wants to, again, toss the stupid silicon, but this time he thinks he would take out his own cock to replace it with. The way that Wei Ying is looking at him right now, eyes dark and wanting, Lan Zhan thinks he might want that too.

Releasing the dildo with a pop that makes Lan Zhan’s cock twitch, Wei Ying says roughly, “Lan Zhan, I don’t really think a dildo is a good enough approximation. Do you?”

Hardly believing what he’s hearing, Lan Zhan whispers, “No. I—it is not.”

“What’s a better way to know if I can deepthroat lying down than the real thing?” Wei Ying murmurs.

“Are you—you want me to—” Lan Zhan’s brain is scattered, coherent thought replaced with weiyingweiyingweiying.

With gentle hands, Wei Ying takes the dildo away from Lan Zhan, tossing it away like Lan Zhan has been aching to do. Then he reaches for the button of Lan Zhan’s pants

“Is this okay?” Wei Ying asks. He looks shy, cheeks pink.

Lan Zhan swallows hard, and nods once. “Please,” he says. He knows he sounds ruined; he can’t bring himself to care.

Wei Ying undoes Lan Zhan’s pants, pulling them down a little before he reaches for the waistband of his boxer briefs and tugging them enough to take out his cock. When he sees the full length of it, hard and leaking already, his lips part in surprise.

“Lan Zhan, are you /bigger/ than the dildo?” he asks, marveling at it.

Lan Zhan’s ears burn. “I have never measured.”

Wei Ying looks for where he threw the dildo earlier, leaning over to grab it from the floor. He rests the base against the crease of Lan Zhan’s thigh, holding his cock up to compare. “Wow. Half an inch bigger,” he says, sounding awed. “Well fuck my ass and call me a bad boy.”

“Wei Ying, please,” Lan Zhan says, but this time he is fondly exasperated. That is definitely not the phrase. Also, Lan Zhan really wants his dick to be inside of Wei Ying’s mouth.

Wei Ying grins at him before setting the dildo aside again. Guiding Lan Zhan’s cock to his lips, he places a kiss on the tip. Then he licks around it, closing his lips over the head, tongue pressed against the underside.

Lan Zhan’s breath sounds like it’s been punched out of him. Wei Ying pulls back an inch or two a few times before taking it in further until he has 6 of the 8 inches in his mouth. His tongue is wicked, swirling and sliding, his fingers stroking what his mouth can’t fit.

Moaning, Lan Zhan barely stops himself from falling forward. His hips jolt a little regardless and Wei Ying makes a “hurck” sound in his throat. Lan Zhan is mortified, but Wei Ying’s eyes are filled with mirth.

He sucks Lan Zhan’s cock in earnest until Lan Zhan is spilling down his throat, and then he keeps sucking, swallowing it down. Lan Zhan pulls his softening cock from Wei Ying’s mouth, then lays down next to him, legs shaky.

Wei Ying moves onto his side, propping his head up on his elbow. Pushing a stray lock of hair from Lan Zhan’s face, he says, “Pretty good? You think you’ll keep me around?”

Lan Zhan is still catching his breath, but he sees worry in Wei Ying’s eyes and he can’t have that. He reaches for him and pulls him down, crashing Wei Ying’s lips against his own. A bit too hard at first, softer when Wei Ying throws a leg over his hip and adjusts his elbow.

Wei Ying melts into the kiss, tongue slipping into Lan Zhan’s mouth. He can taste himself on Wei Ying and arousal stirs in his gut, the fingers threaded in Wei Ying’s hair tightening.

When he pulls away, Wei Ying follows, trying to recapture his mouth. Lan Zhan puts a hand to his shoulder, stilling him. Wei Ying frowns.

“Wei Ying, I fell in love with you long before this,” Lan Zhan says.

Wei Ying looks surprised, eyes wide, mouth dropping open. “You—what? In love with me?”

“Yes,” Lan Zhan says. “Deeply.” He kisses Wei Ying once, softly.

Wei Ying deepens the kiss, and Lan Zhan pulls him fully on top of himself. They lay there, mouths moving together, for a long while until Lan Zhan decides he needs to repay the favor.

They move to the couch, and Lan Zhan kneels between Wei Ying’s legs and shows him exactly how he feels.

Afterwards they cuddle on the couch, clothes back in place and limbs tangled together. Wei Ying has his face pressed against Lan Zhan’s chest when he says, “I wasn’t kidding about the whole,” he twirls a finger, “fuck my ass and call me a bad boy. Thing. If you’d be into that.”

Lan Zhan lays there in a moment of rigid silence before he gathers Wei Ying in his arms, stands and sprints to the bedroom faster than he’s ever moved before in his life.

That’s all! Thank you for reading this threadfic borne from my own writing research