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Wei Wuxian had lost hope, but his pride had yet to falter.

The Wen Sect had attacked the Lotus Pier, using Wei Wuxian’s bad attitude as their excuse. He’d lost his home and his foster parents, such as they were, and Jiang Cheng had been bent on revenge. It had ended with them here, branded as traitors to the government. He didn’t know what had happened to Jiang Chen, but he assumed that his fate was much the same.

Time had blurred for him, though the unmarked stretches of time formed a pattern. There was the cold gray cell with the propaganda television upon the wall, proclaiming virtues and sins, and the Wen Sect’s superiority over all. There was the processing room, with the bureaucrat who explained his situation. He was now the property of the state. Because of his youth and his appearance (“Oh, are you saying I’m pretty? You’re not really my type, I don’t really go for lump-faced brown-nosers like you…”), he had the opportunity to be a helpmeet, if he would agree to yield to the training.

Wei Wuxian expressed that he was enjoying their hospitality so very much, he could not possibly wish to leave.

And then there was the torture, which went on for hours, until he wept and screamed. They explained to him that this was still a merciful torture, which left no damage. He still had the opportunity to become a helpmeet. He could serve an honorable clan and be well-treated. (“Oh, are you saying I can be someone’s bitch? I hope they’re prettier than you.”)

After the third round of this, they had informed him that this was his last chance. His last offer. If he would yield to the training and accept his role as a helpmeet, he would be fed and given soft clothes and allowed to rest. If he did not yield, he would suffer far more excruciating torture, and then he would be given the opportunity to enter a work camp or to labor in a mine. The more painful torture would leave him capable of work, but it would leave marks. He would no longer be pretty. (“You really are fixated on me being pretty! I understand that you are in love with me, but really this is no way to go about a courtship!”)

They threw him back in the cell.

Wei Wuxian had some regrets about his insubordination. It would perhaps not be the worst thing to be a helpmeet (especially if he was given to a pretty girl who wanted him as a stud!), but he could not endure yielding his pride and kneeling before some stranger. He did not want to become some mindless, simpering automaton. But the alternative was being tortured until he broke or died. Wei Wuxian was shameless, but he was very proud. He decided that he would be tortured to death before he broke and pleaded for mercy.

The next day, he was brought to a new cell. It was not at all what he expected. It was very large and very white, with a great many lights beaming down from the ceiling. There, they made him kneel in the middle of the floor, and chained his cuffs to a ring in the floor behind him so that he could not slump or stand. Wei Wuxian did not mind this so much. He was accustomed to kneeling.

In front of him was a large mirror that took up the whole wall. He suspected that it was a one-way mirror, so that whoever was on the other side of the glass could watch what happened in the room. Probably Wen Chao, he thought. It would be just like him to want to watch Wei Wuxian’s humiliation and torture, and to not do it himself.

He was left there for a long period of time. At least an hour, but he yet again had no way to tell how much time was passing. This seemed strange to him. Surely this was not the new, worse torture they had promised, and he had not yielded or agreed to cooperate, so there was no reason that they would take mercy on him.

Eventually, the door opened behind him. Wei Wuxian was very curious, so he twisted around to look. It was Lan Zhan!

This was a surprise. Lan Zhan was as flawless as ever, in his white GusuLan Sect clothes that looked like he was in mourning. He looked upright and dignified, so he was certainly not a prisoner here. As far as Wei Wuxian knew, the Lan Sect was still held in esteem by the Wen Sect and the government.

They were not exactly friends. Lan Wangji had never liked him, even though Wei Wuxian was always friendly to him and they had even fought together. Lan Zhan was still too uptight, and Wei Wuxian supposed that Lan Zhan found him inappropriate and annoying. He’d said as much! Almost half the words that Lan Zhan had ever said to him were things like ‘ridiculous’ and ‘pathetic’. Wei Wuxian considered him an ally, and would even have trusted Lan Zhan in most situations, but this was not a good situation. He couldn’t think of any good reason why Lan Zhan would be here, unless he had come to take part in Wei Wuxian’s humiliation.

“Do you work for the Department of Re-Education now, Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian asked, making his voice light and flippant, as though he had not been exhausted, starved, and tortured for days.

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Lan Zhan has nothing but the clothes on his back and his Wei Ying. That guqin was given to him when he was a child. It was sold for a high price as instruments like his are expensive and rare. They wouldn't let him in at first, but he needed money, a lot of money to get him back. Then sacrificing his pride, the kneeling and begging to let him in order to save him.

"Mn. I do. I love you. Wo ai ni." He murmured again, holding his frame in his arms and pulling up the blanket over to keep him warm. Wei Ying felt like a lightweight. All of this cuddling is very comforting. "Go ahead. Sleep. Rest. I will protect you and keep you safe."

The lights outside went out and everything went dark. Lan Zhan almost fell asleep with him in his arms. When moments later there's a short knock on the door. He took a moment to get up and open the door by a crack. It was a night nurse who is pushing a cart, stopping by every cell, handing out medicine.

"What is this..?"
"Medicine for your helpmeet."
"Hm. Thank you."

He was given a small cup filled with pills. So they truly believe that the medicine will cure his "lunacy"? He doesn't need any and there's nothing wrong with him. For all he knows, the medicine can be something else. Sedatives. Brainwashing. Aphrodisiacs. He heard stories from the other trainers what the pills are for and the side-effects on their helpmeets, to make them more compliant. He flushes the pills down the toilet. Pills are not necessary.

Exhausted from the ordeal of the day, at least one dream came true. He has Wei Wuxian back in one piece. He grabs an extra blanket from the top bunk, and he joins him on the small bed, limbs entangled and wrapped his arms around him loosely to hold him through the night.

"I'm here." He finds it comforting and feeling less stressful with Wei Ying as his helpmeet and holding him, clinging to him like this.

Wei Ying shifted slightly as Lan Zhan returned to bed, and he immediately reached for him, tangling close again and nuzzling sleepily at him. "Mm. Lan Zhan," he murmured, then sighed once, squeezing close to him.

He slept deeply. He had always loved sleep, as he loved all luxurious things and physical pleasures, and after the past weeks had kept him so constantly sleepless and exhausted, he slept straight through the night. Occasionally he shifted or squirmed into some new position, but he always nestled close against Lan Zhan, clinging to him in his sleep.

He only woke in the morning when Lan Zhan stirred him to get up.

Bleary-eyed and grumbling, Wei Ying whined at him. "Lan Zhannn," he fussed, sitting up only to flop back into bed and having to be dragged to his feet. "All right all right I'm up. I won't let them beat you."

He rubbed at his face, still grumbling, and stumbled into the bathroom to splash water on his face and brush his teeth.

"Hanguang-Jun, I haven't forgotten what you said last night," he called, grinning a little at the prospect of getting to tease Lan Zhan more about this. It still hurt him to think of Lan Zhan losing his instrument--and his money, but mostly his guqin. But knowing that Lan Zhan loved him made Wei Wuxian feel bright and playful, almost as bright as he'd felt before the torture, before the war and all the political drama.

It's a rare night that Lan Zhan slept through. While his back is aching and sore, he woke up early enough. "Mn..." It was a dreamless sleep. He woke up with a bit of a headache too. The bed is too rough and firm while Wei Ying's body took up most of the bedspace, but he kept him warm through the night.

"Mm. Good morning, Wei Ying." How he longs to greet him again like this when he used to, back in his jingshi house when the days are good, the mornings bright, and he remembers the rooster crows always at five o'clock in the morning where every member of Gusu must wake up, and there's his uncle class to look forward too.

"There's breakfast we must go..." Lan Zhan's limbs feel heavy when he rose. He woke up Wei Ying as there's much to do...activities that Lan Zhan resents so passionately, but he doesn't have a choice since each day doesn't feel different than the last, and everyday felt like the same routine in this oppressive facility.

Lan Zhan reached over to pull Wei Ying into his arms and have him sit on his lap, wrapping him in his arms. He's becoming very attached to him. "Mn. What did I said last night?"

Wei Ying went gladly into his arms, smiling at him. There was something about Lan Zhan's attention that made him feel like he was glowing. Especially now that Lan Zhan wasn't pretending to ignore him or telling him that he was boring! "Don't pretend that you forgot, Er Gege," Wei Ying said, resting his arms on Lan Zhan's shoulders and grinning at him. "You kissed me."

That isn't what Lan Zhan said, specifically, but Wei Ying has his own priorities for this conversation. He dips his head, breath tickling at Lan Zhan's mouth, and he can nearly taste him.

"There's no time now, of course," Wei Ying says, pulling back with a grin because he loves nothing in the world better than teasing Lan Zhan. "We have to go to breakfast."

He stretched, leaning back a bit but not yet actually getting out of Lan Zhan's lap. "Do we get to start the sex lessons today, Er Gege?" he asks, trying to be as annoying as possible by calling him big brother in connection with that question.

"I did. I also told you that I love you. I love you a lot. It's the truth." He said with triumph because this is him being honest.

Wei Ying's lips and mouth feel very warm, very close. Still a tease. He wants warmer, closer. He kisses him passionately. He kisses him a lot. He inwardly cursed himself that he didn't kiss him sooner and much earlier before all of this happened. He didn't want their first kiss and first time in this damned place where there are rigid rules and schedules. Now the curfew back home in Gusu seemed so tamed and relaxed in comparison.

Lazily he feels his waists up and down, feeling the shape of his body. "Later today. After morning class." He didn't find him annoying at all.

"Mn, breakfast. When we walk outside, we have to lie. And lie a lot. Please, try to endure it. Even if it hurts. Let's try to bear it."

Slowly, as Lan Zhan got up. "So three truths before we walk out of here and eat. That I love you a lot. That you can trust me. And third, I won't let you die."

Taking his hand, whenever Wei Ying is ready to head out the door with him to start the day. Lan Zhan seems more relaxed and much less hurried now that he has Wei Ying with him. It's a matter of enduring the trials ahead of them together.

Lan Zhan kisses him, a real kiss this time. Wei Ying's arms wrap tighter around his shoulders and his thighs clench on either side of Lan Zhan's hips. Lan Zhan's kiss is so devoted and claiming, so impossibly sweet, and Wei Ying melts into him. He didn't know that kissing could be like this.

The hands on his waist almost tickle, making him shiver with pleasure at each touch, and he feels desperate for more. Classes and lies sound stupid. He just wants to stay with Lan Zhan and kiss him more.

"I trust you," Wei Ying murmurs, giving Lan Zhan one last happy grin before he makes his face blank and looks straight ahead. "You can do anything you need to me."

He knows now that Lan Zhan loves him. Even if Lan Zhan has to hurt him or says unkind things to him, he trusts that it's only part of getting him out of this place. Whatever happens to him here, he will forgive. Wei Wuxian got himself into this place. Lan Zhan is getting him out.

With a nod, "Mn." He take a deep breath because he finds this life very tiresome and stressful. Lan Zhan missed the mountains, the wild springs, the forest home of Gusu, but he cannot endure it without Wei Ying by his side.

He finds courage in his trust and kisses, so with confidence as it's not broken yet, he can endure it.

Lan Zhan never lets go of his hand for the entire morning. Part of him, he's afraid they will take him away. He has seen one incident where the trainer was taken away, and the paired helpmeet went into hysterics before his training is complete. The helpmeet was no longer here, presumably sold away and the both of them was never heard of again.

Breakfast was bland congee and the morning classes aare the same as the evening from the night before, reading and reciting from the textbooks or writing and copying lines in the notebooks until hands go numb from writing. Except the lesson is about how to effectively "train" a helpmeet to make them ideal "citizens". It's hard on Lan Zhan to bear the class, but to him, a helpmeet is subhuman and furniture in the end.

It's a slow morning. When class is over, despite he walks slowly and kept calm, he couldn't wait to bring Wei Ying back to his room to start his "training" for real.

Wei YIng is glad for that hand holding his. He holds tight, squeezing often when he needs reassurance or feels that Lan Zhan does, which is almost constantly. Remaining calm, unreactive, obedient, and most of all silent is an awful ordeal for him, and he struggles more and more as the hours pass, until he's practically trembling with the effort to contain his sass. But at last it's over and he can relax a little while on their way back to the room.

He's still twitchy and trembling, hand squeezing Lan Zhan's in compulsive, nervous patterns, all of which is deeply unlike him simply because he usually is able to express his energy or boredom in some other way, if only just rolling his eyes and groaning.

The moment that he has the door to their room locked, he presses close into Lan Zhan's arms, sliding his arms up around Lan Zhan's neck and breathing in the scent of his skin. It's nice being able to be so close to him like this. Lan Zhan is his comfort and his security, and for once he can touch Lan Zhan all he wants without getting scolded. "When is the test?" he asks, focused on that as his highest priority so they can get out of here.

Lan Zhan welcomes him in his arms as Wei Ying pressed himself against him, finding the comfort of holding his body close, relieving the pent up stress. Unable to hold himself back, unable to resist the unbridled passion and sexual tension that is coiling in his loins that is bubbling up inside, he holds Wei Ying in his arms and starts kissing him, pressing his lips against his lips and then on the pulse of his throat.

"Train first." He said while kissing him. "The test," Kiss. "Has several parts." Deeper kiss. "Endurance...obedience...psychological battery..."

He picks up Wei Ying to place him on the bed and pinned him to the bed, stifling a moan as he nips him between kisses unable to stop.

"I never have done this before. Do you ever sleep with anyone...?"

It was something he always wondered about since Wei Wuxian always flirts with girls, calling them cute, and it's clear they are both men under this circumstance.

Wei Wuxian had never expected this kind of passion to emerge from Lan Wangji's stoic exterior. The barrage of kisses makes him smile, because it is so charming and kind of adorable how Lan Zhan cannot seem to resist him now. Lan Zhan loves him, and even lusts for him. Lan Wangji! Lust! It is almost beyond belief.

But Wei Wuxian cannot tease him about it, because Lan Zhan keeps kissing him, and Wei Ying doesn't want to interrupt him while he is answering this important question. Also, he is slightly distracted from his usual teasing because he really likes the way Lan Zhan kisses. Each time that Lan Zhan's tongue slides into his mouth he moans, and each time Lan Zhan's lips find his pulse points he gasps.

Endurance and obedience he thinks he can manage, as long as it is Lan Zhan. Psychological battery he didn't expect. For that, he will have to trust Lan Zhan. Whatever it requires, he will endure and Lan Zhan will keep him safe.

Laughing breathlessly as Lan Zhan picks him up, Wei Ying returns all these kisses joyfully, squirming and laughing at the nips to his skin. "So you are a biter!" he teases, batting playfully at Lan Zhan. "See, this is what comes of not eating your meat!"

His breath catches momentarily at the question, and he blinks up at Lan Zhan. He earnestly wants to laugh and bluff, bragging casually about all his experience. But he doesn't want to lie to Lan Zhan's face, and he is honestly a little nervous about doing this. Even though he's glad it's Lan Zhan, this isn't Wei Ying's choice. He doesn't have any option. He doesn't have the freedom to consider how he would feel and what he would want in other circumstances. As much as he might long for that, to flirt with Lan Zhan and to be courted in return, back in some idealized past when they were safe at the Cloud Recesses, it's not a real option.

Cheeks flushed, Wei Ying shakes his head. "Not even kissed."

Upon learning he's never been kissed, so that his first kiss. Untouched by any one until now. "S-stop teasing me...!" Lan Zhan then halts, biting his own lips, feeling less graceful than usual. He's this close to stripping him off by force. He's finding himself nervous as well, his breathing speeds up. His pale jade face flushed red in doing this to him as he's becoming excited and aroused. He's mad at himself that he wants to get up and punch the wall for what he's about to do to him.

He's going too fast. "Fine...that's fine. I go slow. One thing at a time." He's really nervous especially when he's laughing at him, squirming from being held when he pounced him.

Taking a deep breath as he gathers his nerves and organized his thoughts. "I don't know when. For all I know, it's every two weeks. Sometimes, I heard they can ask at any given time. So it could be tomorrow, the end of the week, every two weeks, or the end of the month. They're not playing fair. Sometimes, I think it's a lottery. So that means I have to keep training you. To help you get ready for those tests."

Lan Zhan took a moment to sit up to get undressed and strips everything off until he's down to his briefs. "I imagine having sex, that means people enjoy it after marriage and have a family." He said sadly. He thought that maybe Wei Wuxian plans to get married to a nice girl someday even if he told him he loves him and he took it to the heart.

"Anyway, let's start with obedience. When I say 'strip' or 'undressed' that means I want you to take off your clothes until you're naked."

Wei Ying stops and blinks when Lan Zhan gets so flustered over the teasing. He doesn't know how to react to Lan Zhan's nerves, because Lan Zhan is the one of the two of them with a plan. He's supposed to know what's going on, but he's nervous and sad, and Wei Ying doesn't know how to make it better.

All he can do is focus on what they have to get done, which is focusing on obedience and training to pass this test.

"Okay," Wei Ying says, starting to undress himself as much as he can with Lan Zhan on top of him.

He wants to reassure Lan Zhan, but he doesn't know how. If Lan Zhan genuinely doesn't want him to tease, and Lan Zhan's sad about doing this... Wei Ying feels shy and nervous, doubting Lan Zhan's desire for him and wondering if he's been too annoying.

"You don't have to go slow. I can take it."

Wei Ying doesn't need to know how to make it better. Lan Zhan simply wanted Wei Ying's first time to be pleasant and memorable. He felt the burden and responsibility is all on him as his trainer and friend foremost.

"That's good." He said, almost sighing. Suddenly, he felt very cold and naked, just like him. There was an awkward silence and Lan Zhan shook his head.

Clothes off, then briefs followed. Lan Zhan tries his best not to stare at him, especially at what he looks like between his legs. His reaction is almost immediate as the adrenaline of excitement and fear, almost trembling as he badly wanted to touch him.

"No. We will just...kiss and hold each other for now. We're practicing." He said, and very carefully, very gently he embraces him, skin to skin, holding him intimately as they lie on the bed with such little space to maneuver, so their bodies are being pressed together.

"You know...In Gusu, it's our way that we can't do this until we're married." He said as he kisses him slowly. Chaste kisses first, and then sliding his tongue, tasting him slowly. "I imagine my first time with you, it will be after a wedding and we will be drinking Emperor's smiles in my house."

Wei Ying calms and relaxes as Lan Zhan reassures him. His smiles return, and he slides his arms up around Lan Zhan's neck again, playing with his hair. "Oh, now you're suggesting Emperor's Smile!" he teases, then realizes he's teasing and subsides, doubting himself again.

"Don't say I can't tease you," Wei Ying says, pulling Lan Zhan close and chasing each kiss to make it linger. "Lan Zhaaaan."

Lan Zhan was so beautiful above him, and Wei Ying couldn't seem to stop staring at him, twisting slightly to get a better view.

He tugs playfully at one of Lan Zhan's long bangs, smiling fondly up at him. "Tell me more about our wedding."

This is much better. Much warmer, more comfortable, and intimate. He finds pleasure in holding him in his arms. There's hardly any room on the bed, but they could roll around a bit. It's comfortable for now and it gives Lan Zhan pleasure for him to smile and talk, and holds him lazily like this.

"You tease all the time." He said, enjoying how he says his name as he kisses him, making his partner relax. The truth is, Lan Zhan never wanted him to stop teasing him. "Even if I said stop it, it simply means you talk too much."

For one thing, Lan Zhan feels happy speaking of the deepest wishes from his heart. "If you marry me, it will be a traditional wedding. You'll wear red with a veil. I'll have to beg uncle for permission to marry you in our family, but you shall have my last name Lan."

Tentative slender fingers caressed over the chest and gently rubs at Wei Ying's nipples to start.

"Also, I'll get a bigger bed and the biggest blanket so we can roll around."

Wei Ying likes being cuddled and teased, with all these kisses. He thinks it's cute how Lan Zhan talks about their wedding, with him wearing a veil, which makes him want to laugh.

He re-considers. He would look pretty cute in a veil, actually. Great opportunities for teasing and flirting.

Then Lan Zhan's fingers find his nipples and he gasps, arching and grinning. "Lan Zhan," he murmurs, smiling happily. "You're so traditional! What are you going to be wearing at this wedding?"

Seeing that response, he continues to touch him to make his nipples hard. He kisses him more on his throat. Then slowly lowers his hand down to rub and fondle his thighs to increase his receptiveness and sensitivity to his touch, fondling him, going slow should he squirm from feeling tickles and being handled by this.

"Hm? I think following the traditions of my ancestors, it's going to be all red. We'll both wear red. Weddings are a big deal in my family."

As he speaks, he gently caresses the side of his soft cock, slowly caressing.

Wei Ying writhes happily under the caresses and kisses, keeping his hands in Lan Zhan's hair and tugging gently at it to encourage him. "I'd like to see you in red. I didn't know you were capable of wearing any color but white and blue. Thought you'd implode."

Lan Zhan's hair is still mostly intact, so Wei Ying takes care of that, unraveling his bun and untying his ribbon, letting it flutter free. It falls down over Wei Ying's face, covering his eyes, and he laughs, wrinkling his nose with happy playfulness. "Lan Zhan," he says, rocking his hips into the touch to encourage him. "My husband."

"Mn..." He only hums in approval once his hair unravels, loosen up, his bangs covering his eyes. He tucks his hair behind his ears, so he can see him. He unravels the ribbon that ties his hair in a ponytail to let loose his black hair. For so long, after all of those weeks of stress and pent up frustration, Lan Zhan feels a rush and flush of happiness. He loves his laughs, his playfulness, he loves him. His laugh alone makes him feel warm that his own cock start to react with arousal and becoming hard.

"Wei Ying, yes...? Wei Ying, you're so lively and warm. I'll make you my happiest bride. Right here, right now. At our wedding, we're going to drink a lot and eat lot, and then I'm going to..."

He was unable to finish his sentence because Lan Zhan is too eager and impatient. The very thought that Wei Ying, his Wei Ying is a virgin and he wants to marry him, it's enough for him to grow bolder. He slowly cups his hands against his cock, wraps his hands around him, and begins stroking him, teaching him pleasure with feel-good rubs, and sucking on his nipples noisily, his breath hot, tongue flicking out wetly against the perky nubs.

Wei Ying gasps and grins as Lan Zhan dips his head to his nipples. That warm mouth is irresistible, and Wei Ying really, really likes this. He thinks briefly of the possibility that they'll stop once they're free, and this is only part of the training, and that thought sounds wretched. Lan Zhan's attention and praise is irresistible. He wants Lan Zhan to like him, and to be pleased.

He wants Lan Zhan to love him.

"And then you're going to what!" Wei Ying exclaims, laughing and tugging at him, demanding more. He can't resist teasing and tempting him, especially not when Lan Zhan is looking so beautiful and debauched. "I can't believe you're such a tease, Hanguang-Jun. Are you going to fuck me or not?"

Lan Zhan golden eyes glowers with impatience as he looks up at him fiercely as he continues to suck at his nipples, making him sensitive.

"...hm. And how do you imagine I will fuck you? There's a part of the test where they will ask me to punish you. I think there's plenty of ways to fuck you and make you feel good."

As he spoke, Lan Zhan stops to licks at his fingers, making slick generously. He doesn't have lube or even condoms. He has to get them from the nurse that will come later.

At that, Lan Zhan's heart is racing. "Wei Ying, I need to prepare you. So, open your legs." He pried Wei Ying's legs apart, almost by force, and then slowly shoves a finger inside to stretch him, starting with one to allow him to feel the sudden invasion, like a foreign object entering inside of him.

Wei Ying gasped at that finger inside him, intruding into his body in such an intimate and filthy way. He blushed and grinned a moment later, because he liked filthy and shameless things. It felt strange, but very good. Wei Ying was surprised at how much his body seemed to like this kind of intrusion. It felt good, and he wanted more.

"Lan Zhan," he panted, writhing and arching, urging him to keep going. "I didn't imagine you would fuck me. How could I? You are so restrained and stoic. I thought you hated all pleasure."

He'd heard about the things that were done between men, but he'd never paid it much attention. Cut-sleeves were always referred to as if they were something different, something unusual, and Wei Ying didn't think it was anything that applied to him. How could he? He never looked at men and felt overwhelmingly that he wanted to do anything with them. But when it came to Lan Zhan, he felt dizzy with longing and utterly fascinated. He wanted to be the center of Lan Zhan's attention at all times. Did that mean he was a cut-sleeve, too? He didn't know. He didn't care to be decisive about such things. He had Lan Zhan. He was safe with Lan Zhan. That was what mattered.

In contrast, Lan Zhan felt ashamed. He was raised by the tradition of his ancestors and he has long taught to hold himself back, to self-regulate, and wait for the fated one, that special someone, that soulmate. To wait until he's settled in who he wants to marry.

After his mother died and his father followed suit and in heart-break, it was often said and told by his elder brother, that it was the curse of the Lan Clan to fall in love at first sight, and then become painfully monogamous until death do them part. It was traced back to their first ancestor who form the foundation of the Lan Clan hundred years ago.

Lan Zhan continues to pushed one finger inside, treating Wei Ying as someone sacred, become less gentler and speed up, more demanding. He added a second finger, and then a third. He can't help it, he's really in love with him, and that love was driven by his own lust. It was on his mind when he sold his guqin away, when he handed the money to bribe the head of the department of helpmeet to register Wei Ying into the program in order to save him.

His breathing speed up, his hands trembled as he touches him, pushing his fingers deeper so clumsily, stretching him wide. If he's going to train him, he has to go all the way then without holding back.

He pins Wei Ying on the bed to make lie on his back. "Open wider." He whispered as he spread his legs wide, and pumps his fingers faster to make him wetter. His cock begin to twitch as on his mind, he has one goal. To be his first. Nobody else.

It feels unbelievably, unexpectedly good. It doesn’t hurt at all, not even as Lan Zhan speeds up. Wei Ying can feel his muscles stretch, but the strain is pleasant, and even the slight discomfort somehow makes him feel more needy. His cock hardens, aching, and he reaches down to wrap a hand around it for relief. “Ah, Lan Zhan!”

He widens his legs as he is told, feeling very exposed and vulnerable, but Lan Zhan wants him like this, and he needs to learn.

Though he watches Lan Zhan’s face, he’s oblivious to his doubts. It’s normal for him to be focused and fierce, and Wei Ying only really knows any alternative when he teases Lan Zhan enough to fluster him. For his part, Wei Ying is enjoying himself without worry or doubt. Lan Zhan loves him. That seems like a wonderful thing that should be enjoyed.

“I didn’t know it felt this good! Ah, Lan Zhan, I like that. I like when your knuckles bump inside me.” Shameless, Wei Ying grins up at him, tugging Lan Zhan’s hair to make it fall into his face again. “Hanguang-Jun, are you going to put your cock inside me?”

It was really erotic to watch Wei Ying stroking himself for relief as his hands stroke his shaft up and down for him to watch. "Yes, just like that. A helpmeet has no shame for his master. Though for the obedience test, you have to ask me for permission to touch yourself or be allowed to come."

"Hm? Do you want me inside of you?" Lan Zhan finds himself having difficulty for words as he concentrates on pleasuring him. He's concerned that Wei Ying isn't wet enough. "It's going to be rough and it's going to hurt."

Lan Zhan removes his fingers and licks the palm of his hand, almost drooling doing so. He strokes his cock to make it wet and slick. Regardless of his efforts, it's going to be a rough entry. "Where do you learn to speak like that? Do you have filthy thoughts like that about me?" He is curious if Wei Ying's has anymore shameless thoughts especially that of a kinky or fantasies nature.

Lan Zhan lifts his slender legs up higher and bend it forward, so his ass is his for the viewing. Taking a sharp inhale of breath, he then guides his cock toward his entrance. "I'm going to put it in. Try to relax as much as possible. It's going to hurt the first time."

Lan Zhan is not going to rush as he wants to be as gentle as possible for him. He goes slowly and pushes his cock inside of his hole inch by inch, watching his reaction as he slowly stretch the resisting tight inner walls with his size, breaking his virginity.

Edited 2019-10-04 20:01 (UTC)

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