Lan Zhan keeps his eyes locked on Wei Ying's as he leans further down until his mouth is hovering above his cock. His finger keeps thrusting and he wants to add another, wants to wring him further apart but he thinks this is enough for now.

They haven't even eaten dinner, yet.

His mouth swiftly replaces his stroking hand as he swallows him down, willing his throat to relax. He wants to crawl inside Wei Ying, wants to be inside him but he won't voice those things, not yet. Won't tell him how much he wants to take him apart entirely.