Read on Twitter
au where lwj is an asmrtist and he needs a live model to do "back and hair play - scratching, brushing, tracing, oil massage" on so he asks his good friend and roommate wwx to help out
this and any subsequent thoughts is 100% inspired by this video btw
like can you imagine... wwx happily sits on the couch like "i'm ready lan zhan!" all excited to be helping his talented and handsome and sexy best friend with his asmr. (of course wwx watches all his videos.) and lwj looks at him like... wei ying you must remove your shirt please
wwx: oh! oh okay. haha. hah. *removes shirt with his back turned to lwj bc he cannot make eye contact while doing it*
lwj, fully prepared to see wei ying's naked back but also in no way prepared for it: almost horny grips the hairbrush in half
lwj, fully prepared to see wei ying's naked back but also in no way prepared for it: almost horny grips the hairbrush in half
lwj is obviously doing asmr & it's meant to be no whispering so he can't actually warn wwx that he's about to touch him, just ghost his hands over his skin doing that finger flutter thing, and then he brushes them lightly down wwx's hair and that quiet gasp is definitely audible
lwj is so careful and gentle and he brushes his hair slowly and diligently, working out the knots and running his fingers through it after the brush, and wwx is biting his lip hard enough that he's worried he might draw blood in order to stay silent
lwj combs it and braids it and carefully settles the braid over wwx's shoulder, baring his whole smooth and slightly muscled and well-tanned back to the camera (lovely dip of his spine and prominent shoulder blades) and then, ever so gently, starts running his hands over it
wwx (internally): hOLY SHIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT
wwx (externally): hhhhhhhhhhhhhhha.
lwj starts pressing in his fingers, turning it into a little massage. lwj is thinking: he's not very relaxed. this is meant to be a relaxing video. he needs to relax. *digs in thumbs harder*
wwx (externally): hhhhhhhhhhhhhhha.
lwj starts pressing in his fingers, turning it into a little massage. lwj is thinking: he's not very relaxed. this is meant to be a relaxing video. he needs to relax. *digs in thumbs harder*
wwx, of course, whimpers. lwj is like: hm. maybe we will have to reshoot this video. he is also like: wei ying does not need to know this.
he continues.
he continues.
he has PLANS. there are lots of different things that can be rubbed or scratched or smoothed over a back. his hands. a hairbrush. a back scratcher. a fluffy makeup brush. a massager. maybe some of the footage will be useable. it would be foolish to stop, now that they've started.
he swaps to the hairbrush for a bit (the sounds of bristles on skin are lovely—to be revisited for a later video) and drags it over his shoulders, his nape, his spine. wwx is gripping the cushion he's holding very hard. wwx is biting his lip very hard. lwj is focusing very hard.
wwx is not the ideal model, lwj considers, seeing as he is giving to squirminess. he knew this when he asked him. he asked him anyway. he is not going to examine the implications of this at this time, nor is he going to read anything into wwx's enthusiasm.
then he presses the hairbrush a little too hard into wwx's lower back, and wwx does actually let slip a quiet whimper this time, fuck, and: maybe he can read something into it.
lwj pauses. wwx is still very tense. that just won't do.
lwj pauses. wwx is still very tense. that just won't do.
he puts down the hairbrush and picks up the baby oil and only just remembers to tap the bottle at the last minute—he notices wwx want to turn around and look when he does, but he catches himself just in time—and uncaps it and spreads it over his hands. gets it nice and warm.
then he presses on wwx's shoulder, leaning him forward a little onto the cushion, adjusts his own position, and proceeds to give him what is probably the most erotic back massage either of them have ever experienced
lwj was prepared but he was not prepared for this. he was not prepared for the way wwx's body gives under his hands or the warmth deep under his skin or the quiet, breathy moans he seems unable to hold back. he was not prepared for him to go boneless and melt into the couch.
he keeps going for a lot longer than originally planned. puts his strength into it. works out the knots and tension and works over every inch of skin. learns where to press harder to get wwx to gasp.
he ignores the camera. this is definitely not going on youtube.
he ignores the camera. this is definitely not going on youtube.
then. wwx's breathy moans start to take some sort of shape. he's holding the cushion very tightly in his lap. he's maybe trembling a little. "aa-an. —an zha-ah. lan zhan. lan zhan."
a hand reaches round and grabs lwj's wrist, holding it against his waist. "lan zhan. please."
a hand reaches round and grabs lwj's wrist, holding it against his waist. "lan zhan. please."
nsfw / from here!
lwj wets his lips. "please... what?"
"please." wwx drags his arm forwards, pulls lwj with it, pulls him up against his back, pulls his hand under the cushion and against the hardness in his shorts. "please."
okay. okay okay okay okay okay okay okay.
lwj wets his lips. "please... what?"
"please." wwx drags his arm forwards, pulls lwj with it, pulls him up against his back, pulls his hand under the cushion and against the hardness in his shorts. "please."
okay. okay okay okay okay okay okay okay.
wwx pushes his hand down again. lwj can feel the distinct outline of his cock. he is wearing a pair of gym shorts that lwj love-hates because they are about 10 years old and a horrendous bright purple but they cling to his ass beautifully.
"are you sure?" lwj breathes.
"are you sure?" lwj breathes.
"are you sure," wwx repeats, breathless and somewhat hysterical. "am i fucking sure that i want your hand on my dick. yes, i'm fucking sure, sweetheart. please touch me."
lwj feels like someone has poured a can of flaming gasoline over his head.
lwj feels like someone has poured a can of flaming gasoline over his head.
he slips his hand under the fabric of wwx's shorts, into his boxers, the hot hot hot dampness of them. wraps it around his cock. it's wet already, smearing precome, and he slides his hand over the head, gathering it and slicking it down the shaft. wwx whimpers. loudly.
"holy shIT, lan zhan," he gasps. wwx's loose squirmishness is nothing but hot now, his body reacting to the movement of lwj's hand, thrusting up into it and pressing himself back against him. he smells of baby oil and sweat. "holy shit. holy shit."
"mn," lwj has to agree.
"mn," lwj has to agree.
he presses his mouth against wwx's neck, pulls wwx's dick out of his shorts, watches its glistening head appear and disappear into his fist from over his shoulder. his other hand holds him tight against his chest. wwx clings to it, and pants.
he is close, lwj thinks.
he is close, lwj thinks.
it is at this point that he remembers that he's still filming, that his super-sensitive super high quality mics are still recording audio. he absolutely is not upset about this. in fact, it's excellent news.
he sits up straighter, positioning them so that wwx's face is in shot.
he sits up straighter, positioning them so that wwx's face is in shot.
wwx moans louder once he realises what lwj is doing. he tips his head back against his shoulder and reaches up blindly for lwj's hair, catching his chin and then his jaw and then latching around his neck, still thrusting into lwj's fist with vigour. his body is a livewire.
lwj brushes his mouth over wwx's ear. "do you like to put on a show for the camera?" he asks.
"fuck," replies wwx, a drawn out moan. "shut up, fuck you, oh my god—yeah, fuck—" he keens, high, breathless, and comes, spilling hot over lwj's hand.
"fuck," replies wwx, a drawn out moan. "shut up, fuck you, oh my god—yeah, fuck—" he keens, high, breathless, and comes, spilling hot over lwj's hand.
he's not quiet about it. or seems particularly hasty, after, to move. he collapses against lwj's chest, hand slipping down from his neck to loosely curl around his wrist. "wow," he gasps. "once again: holy shit, lan zhan."
lwj thinks about feeding him his come. then wwx picks up his hand and brings it to his mouth himself, hot wet tongue darting out to lick it off lwj's fingers, and lwj is suddenly very, very reminded that he is also very, very aroused.
wwx seems to have remembered too, because he rocks his ass back against lwj, and giggles breathily. "your turn for a show, sweetheart," he teases. then he drops off the couch, onto his knees, and pulls lwj's legs over his shoulders. "shame the angle's not quite right."
lwj wordlessly reaches out and tilts the camera down. "continue," he says, and wwx grins at him, then pulls him out of his loose trousers, whispers "wow. knew i was right" to himself, and proceeds to give him the most enthusiastic blowjob lwj has ever received.
after, when lwj has helplessly come within minutes down wwx's throat, he climbs back up onto the sofa and curls his legs over lwj's lap and props his chin on his knees and looks at lwj and says, "hi." like he didn't just suck lwj's brain out through his dick.
"i will not be uploading this to youtube," lwj replies, because yes, wwx has definitely KO'ed his higher functions and this is apparently the most important thing to say right now.
"no shit, honey," wwx giggles.
"also. hello."
wwx giggles again. "you dork. i like you so much."
"no shit, honey," wwx giggles.
"also. hello."
wwx giggles again. "you dork. i like you so much."
he then claps his hand over his mouth and looks at lwj with wide eyes. "did you hear that?"
lwj, who has always assumed that begging someone to jerk you off and then eating your come off their fingers and then sucking their dick on the couch means that you like them, nods.
lwj, who has always assumed that begging someone to jerk you off and then eating your come off their fingers and then sucking their dick on the couch means that you like them, nods.
"oh," wwx breathes. "heh. hi. uhh. yeah."
"wei ying," lwj says, before he can throw himself into an anxious spiral. "i like you too."
"oh," wwx repeats, surprised. "really?"
he is hard pressed to believe that wwx has not noticed it yet. "mn. yes. very much."
"wei ying," lwj says, before he can throw himself into an anxious spiral. "i like you too."
"oh," wwx repeats, surprised. "really?"
he is hard pressed to believe that wwx has not noticed it yet. "mn. yes. very much."
"oh. okay. wow." wwx looks down at the floor, then back up at lwj. "hey. you know what two people who like each other do?"
lwj could tease him, but the nervous anticipation in wwx's eyes stops him. "what would these hypothetical two people who like each other do?"
lwj could tease him, but the nervous anticipation in wwx's eyes stops him. "what would these hypothetical two people who like each other do?"
wwx leans in, coy. "they would kiss."
so lwj cups the back of his head, and presses his thumb against his chin, and wwx shifts closer and balls a hand in lwj's shirt, and brushes a strand of hair back behind lwj's ear, and they do.
so lwj cups the back of his head, and presses his thumb against his chin, and wwx shifts closer and balls a hand in lwj's shirt, and brushes a strand of hair back behind lwj's ear, and they do.
THE END except not really bc:
- yes they obviously rewatch their accidental sex tape and then have more sex about it (lwj's asmr mics make it
)
- wwx really wants to be able to asmr model for lwj bc it's so convenient so they try again. it's hard for him to keep still and
- yes they obviously rewatch their accidental sex tape and then have more sex about it (lwj's asmr mics make it
)- wwx really wants to be able to asmr model for lwj bc it's so convenient so they try again. it's hard for him to keep still and
silent so lwj starts enticing him with rewards. a handjob if he's still for 15 minutes. a blowjob for 30. fucking him on the couch if he makes it to the end of recording without moving at all.
- they get kinky about it and wwx probably starts going into subspace during recordings
- they get kinky about it and wwx probably starts going into subspace during recordings
- also they do this particular back scratching/massage one again because i really want lwj to use vampire gloves on wwx at any and every opportunity and what better one than asmr (do they start an onlyfans for it? maybe)
