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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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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.

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“How else do you want me to talk!” Wei Ying exclaims with a laugh. “That’s how young men talk when they’re around other young men who aren’t unrelenting stoics. All about getting cocks sucked and putting cocks in places.” This may be some exaggeration on Wei Ying’s part, and he had failed to mention that there is usually alcohol involved before any disciple of a good clan—even Wei Ying—would engage in such discussion. “Shall I call it your phallus? Your sword?”

This playful monologue also helps to distract from the fact that he’s avoiding the question about fantasies. He had never indulged in very specific fantasies. It has always been just generic pretty girls touching him. Though it is true that there were two or three times when those fantasies took a sudden shift into Lan Wangji glaring at him with one of his stern looks, and Wei Ying had gone ahead with his masturbation to the thought of that. Those orgasms tended to be especially intense, but even so Wei Ying had not ever dwelled on this as anything of significance. His active imagination comes up with all manner of unexpected ideas all the time, many of them pure nonsense.

Lan Zhan does indeed look very intense as he slides in, and Wei Ying feels briefly shy and uncertain. He’s still too nervous and wants to see the sweetness of Lan Zhan loving him.

It does hurt now, more than it did with just the fingers. Lan Zhan is so big, and he’s not stopping. He keeps pushing deeper into Wei Ying’s body.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying says. His tone is light and playful, but there’s a breathy edge to it. It’s harder to tease like this, when he feels panicky and his body wants the intrusion gone. “I was only teasing about the sword! Are you putting Bichen inside me? It won’t fit!”

His hands tighten in Lan Zhan’s hair, trying to pull him down. “Lan Zhan, you’d better kiss me to make up for this!”

Listening to his bawdy tale of drinking nights with his friends, Lan Zhan is scowling, his lips tight as if he drank vinegar. A certain emotion sparked and he’s feeling slightly jealous that he had such a good time with such friends! Lan Zhan couldn’t drink due to his poor tolerance of spirits. But no matter, he’s plunging himself inside of him now, and he feels possessive and certain that he has called Wei Ying as his own.

“Hmph. Call it whatever you want as long you can keep this inside of you.” He mumbled. “Keep stroking yourself. I want to watch.”

Being so pale, there is a flush of red across his fine impassive expression and it was visible to the tip of his ears, especially when Wei Ying referred his manhood to his sword. He has given away his guqin, but in Gusu it’s quite simple to get another one. But his sword is unique and one of a kind. Swords like that cannot be remade. That’s why left he his sword back home to preserve what’s left of his dignity. But truly the sword he possessed to impale him with has a lot of dignity to fill him and split him wide open while he’s at it!

“Wei Ying! You say such shameless things with that mouth.” He breathes as he feels the sheer rush of the tight heat that squeezes around his dick. This tight heat feels incredible like a dream. His face tight in concentration, feeling a rush of heat all over, his lips fluttered, and then unable to take it, this intensity, he charges forward up to the hilt, going deep inside of him. “You’re very tight. Bichen won’t fit...”

He’s now riled up so to speak. He’s starts thrusting at a slow clumsy pace, keeping himself under control and keeps him pinned down on the bed. He’s truly fucking him. When Wei Ying pulled him down, he pressed his mouth against his, tongue swirling inside wetly for his long overdue passionate kiss.

Wei Ying has stopped stroking himself, despite the instruction. Both hands are reaching for Lan Zhan instead. He feels overwhelmed, and the rough, intense pleasure is more than he knows how to deal with. He needs to become used to this, he needs to endure it. Now he understands why a whole day of this would be an ordeal, and why this test will be difficult.

The kiss reassures him, and he hugs his arms tight around Lan Zhan's shoulders to keep him close and to keep the kiss ongoing. He needs the reassurance, while Lan Zhan is moving inside him and he feels like he's being split open. He returns the kiss hungrily, suckling on Lan Zhan's tongue and whining a little.

It does feel good, in a way. There's the fullness and the sensation, especially as it rubs against a spot on the upper side of his tunnel. But it's too rough, too big, too much, and he's feeling already vulnerable with this conflicted situation.

He trusts Lan Zhan, and the kiss grounds him and reassures him. He kisses Lan Zhan desperately, using that as his focus so that he can ignore all his doubts and the physical discomfort.

Lan Zhan has no way of knowing what part of the test they will ask of him. He has heard from the trainers under hushed whispers. Would it be a test of endurance where they have to fuck for half an hour? Would it be obedience where he'll be forced to have his helpmeet recite certain lines and obey certain orders while fucking? Or psychological where they will be both mentally tested? So much worry, as he badly wanted to save him, take him home, and fuck him like this properly in his house in the library pavilion.

Lan Zhan isn't sure how long this training will be and how he can make Wei Ying pass. It could be a few weeks, a few months. The only person outside who can help him is his brother and uncle, but he was cut-off from communication when he last called them. The last call was when he told them he's going into the facility and give them the money. Their last words they said to him, "You're making a big mistake" and back then, his feelings for Wei Ying is one-sided. From then and there, he doubts his own family despite knowing them since birth. He's truly on his own to save Wei Ying.

There's a ripple of pleasure when Wei Ying kisses him, clearing enjoying this. Lan Zhan moans as he kisses him greedily, assaulting his mouth with such a hunger as he continues to pound his cock, slamming into his soft insides, and hearing his whimpers. "Mm..." He's whispering his name while being lip locked.

He searches for his wrists and then tightens his grip around him, and then pins his wrists to the bed above his head. Going harder, he begins to drill inside of him in a reckless rhythm. Cum begins to accumulate, making it slicker and wetter between their connection.

Wei Ying is feeling vulnerable and skittish, and his erection sags a bit as he feels disconnected from what Lan Zhan is doing to him, despite the kisses. But then Lan Zhan pins his wrists and, surprisingly to Wei Ying, he calms. He feels held and safe as Lan Zhan pins him down. The hard thrusts within his body no longer feel as unfamiliar, and something inside his body feels warm and golden, as though Lan Zhan is lighting him up and making him glow from the inside out.

He arches up beneath Lan Zhan, writhing more as the pleasure builds in him. It’s like nothing he’s felt before, and Lan Zhan is giving him no choice in the matter. He’s completely at Lan Zhan’s mercy, and there’s something about that which makes Wei Ying feel safe and fulfilled.

He moans as Lan Zhan ravishes his mouth. Trembling with pleasure, Wei Ying curls his tongue against Lan Zhan’s so that they rub together as Lan Zhan claims his mouth, moving so deeply that Wei Ying almost thinks that Lan Zhan’s tongue will slide down his throat.

The orgasm overtakes him suddenly, nothing like the orgasms he has given himself before. It feels like a great flood spilling through his veins, crashing over his limbs and leaving him wrung out and quivering.

Wei Ying submits his body and yields to him, and that's all he needs. When he arched his back, he can plunge deeper, sending his cock all the way in. He shivered and trembled with pleasure as Wei Ying tight heat clamps around his dick hard, and he couldn't last long as this is his first time.

He continues to pound inside of him until he feels aching and numb, and with a hard grunt, he reached his climax and he grit his teeth and cums inside of him hard, spilling his load in that narrow canal, filling him up and flooding him with so much of his seed. Feeling the crash of his high, he felt his body weak and sagged, his golden eyes hazy. Their kiss drooling and wet.

"...Nngh." He stayed inside of him, but he has to break the kiss to allow Wei Ying to breath and caught up with his wind. He loosen his hold on his wrists when he realized he's holding him tightly, but he feel a flood of warm pleasure release through his body. "You feel wonderful."

Lan Zhan keeps moving inside him, drawing out Wei Ying’s pleasure, but once the orgasm releases him, Lan Zhan’s still moving deep inside him. He feels huge, and Wei Ying is glad for the ongoing kiss, because it all feels intense and his body is sore from this unfamiliar invasion. He wants it to end so he can recover, but there’s also a part of him that still wants Lan Zhan to keep going. He feels hungry for this, hungry to be filled with Lan Zhan.

His eyes widen as he feels Lan Zhan pumping inside of him, filling him with seed, and the last few thrusts are slick and slippery with it, which makes Wei Ying gasp and arch suddenly, because it becomes such a different sensation like that. The golden glow feeling becomes hungrier, and he wants Lan Zhan to keep going.

Panting as Lan Zhan finally breaks the kiss, Wei Ying smiles up at him. His wrists are still being held, but he curls his legs gently around Lan Zhan, embracing him. “Lan Wangji, are you pleased?” he asks, smiling fondly as he resumes teasing. “Now you are a man! I feel very ravished.”

In a daze, he felt his own high and orgasm being washed over him. He stayed inside of him, because it's really warm, wet, and he does indeed feels happy and relieved that all the pent-up frustration is filled inside of him. At the first orgasm, he feels satisfied and he does feel like he's truly married to him.

He lets go of his wrists and then wraps his arms around him to embrace him. Now he reached his finished, it doesn't feel bad at all. It feels good. Very good. So that's sex. "Mmm...? I don't know. I think I like it. I like it very much especially if it's only you. I am pleased." With a nod. "So you are."

Now Lan Zhan truly wished the bed is bigger to embrace him. He kisses the juncture between his neck and shoulders, where he playfully bites him to leave his mark on him.

"I think we have time for one more round, and then it's lunch. After that, we have the afternoon free to train some more." Before the dreadful, daily evening class.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying laughs, scolding, at the bite to his shoulder, but he’s starting to really like Lan Zhan’s biting tendencies. The possessiveness makes him feel valuable. Precious. Loved.

“Train,” he repeats, a little bit skeptical about whether ‘training’ is really the most appropriate word for what they’re doing. He hugs his arms around Lan Zhan in return. His heart pounds. He is so glad to have Lan Zhan. “Okay, Lan Wangji ... we can spend the day having sex if you really want to. You’re not allowed to leave me too sore, though! We have to train again tomorrow...”

He kisses and licks the bitten mark in apology. "Mn. A whole day...I would like that. We are making love. That's beautiful. The training is ugly. I do not like to call you mean names." He kisses him some more. "But love is most important so that you know it's the truth. It's the Lan Clan way. We love all things. And I love you." He murmured. "Very much. I can drink you every day like Emperor smiles."

Emperor smiles...that's the first thing he will get him if he manages to get him home. To him, Wei Ying is the most beautiful boy he has fallen in love with. In sadness, "The test is going to be hard. So do your best."

Lan Zhan feels himself harden again while being inside of him. "Let's go again...? I'm going to go again. One last round. To cum inside of you." Between both of them, they're already wet. Another round for seconds.

Lan Zhan is such a romantic. Wei Ying smiles, heart fluttering. He loves attention, especially when it's admiring attention, and he can feel his heart swelling for Lan Zhan. He's always liked Lan Zhan, and now that Lan Zhan is being adoring and protective, telling him how precious he is, Wei Ying likes him more and more, until he thinks he likes Lan Zhan more than anyone. Maybe not more than his shijie, but anyone else for sure.

"Have you been drinking Emperor's Smile every day, Lan Wangji?" Wei Ying asks, laughing as he teases. The expression makes him blush, because he likes the thought of Lan Zhan valuing him as much as Wei Ying values Emperor's Smile. "How you've changed!"

But as they flirt and tease, Wei Ying feels Lan Zhan harden inside of him. His eyes widen a moment before Lan Zhan suggests going again, and he laughs in impressed surprise. He didn't know it was possible to get hard again so quickly, and Lan Zhan is so eager. "Lan Zhan, you're insatiable!" Wei Ying teases him, laughing breathlessly because he's a little nervous about another round, though he loves how Lan Zhan becomes so stubbornly persuasive when he has something he wants.

At his question, he looks sadden. “No, I have not. I drank only one jar when I went searching for you. One is fatal enough for me. But I promise if we ever get out of here, I will get you one...no not one, but two, three, or if you wish even a dozen Emperor’s smiles when we go back home to Gusu.” As the drink can only be made in the city of Gusu back home.

Though he wasn’t sure if the government decide to make new laws to ban alcohol. Hopefully, there is still Emperor smiles left in Gusu if there is time.

Lan Zhan held him closely in his arms, almost fiercely to make him feel protect. He kisses the side of his neck, and he lifts up his legs to wrap around his hip and made sure he's in a comfortable position on the bed. Placing both hands on the side of his head, he smiles gently, liquid golden eyes full of love for him.

"Yes. I am. And I changed because here you are with me and I am here with you."

At that, he begins slowly, thrusting inside of him again. He is wet inside, the cum from the previous round helps make it slick for easy passage.

Wei Ying gasps as Lan Zhan starts moving again, deep inside him. He's slicker now that Lan Zhan has filled him with come, and the obscene squelching noises are enough to make even Wei Ying blush. "Ah!" he gasps, arching up to take Lan Zhan deeper and then wailing when he succeeds at this, arching up right as Lan Zhan thrusts forward. It feels like Lan Zhan is halfway to his throat, splitting Wei Ying open. "Er-Gege! You're too big. Have mercy!"

He pouts dramatically, pushing at Lan Zhan's chest, which does absolutely nothing. Lan Zhan is too strong, too solid, and Wei Ying gets a little bit distracted by it, fingers dipping to play with Lan Zhan's pretty pink nipples. He can't help the temptation, and it's another opportunity to tease Lan Zhan, which makes Wei Ying immediately forget his objections so that he can play instead.

In a huff, Lan Zhan's breathing becomes ragged as he thrusts inside of him again. He sends his sword to impale all the way inside's Wei Ying's body as his favorite sheath and warmer, ravishing his soft insides to rub against his hidden spot.

"No. No mercy. Train now." He press his mouth on his lips to kiss him hungrily as he moves his body to rock and grind against him, attacking him as he charges forward relentlessly, driving his cock into his virgin body. "You're very sensitive." Even playing with his nipples does not prevail in stopping him.

Then Lan Zhan has another idea, so he stops and pulls out momentarily to leave him empty.

"Turn around. On your hands and knees on all fours. Let's try from behind."

Wei Ying whines as Lan Zhan says no mercy, but he's plenty eager to return the kiss, hugging his arms around Lan Zhan's neck as they kiss heatedly. Lan Zhan is merciless, but it feels wonderful. His cock is so warm, and he makes Wei Ying feel incredible.

Despite his complaints, Wei Ying whines as Lan Zhan suddenly pulls out, leaving Wei Ying cold and clenching around nothing. "Lan Zhan!" he fusses, pouting at him again.

He cooperates anyway, grumbling as he rolls over and then wiggles up onto his knees. "You're so bossy, Lan Zhan. You just wanted to look at my ass!"

In the interests of this, Wei Ying arches his back to show off the curve of his cheeks as much as possible.

Now that he turned him over in the most submissive, enticing position with him arching his back, he's truly not going to show any mercy. That hole won't be empty for long.

"Wei Ying...yes. Because it's mine."

As soon Wei Ying obeys him, Lan Zhan mounts him from behind, clutching his hips, and then just as swiftly, pushes his cock to ram inside of him again, and start moving to resume from before, sending his cock all the way inside up to the hilt, not sparing him, and using him to the fullest extent.

Wei Ying gasps, eyes widening in surprise as Lan Zhan states his claim like that. It no longer feels like just part of the act they're putting on to get him out of here. It's not just his 'training' to pass the test. Lan Zhan means it, just like Lan Zhan meant that he loves him.

Moaning and shuddering as Lan Zhan slams back into him, Wei Ying claws at the mattress, trying to get away by at least a few inches so that he'll have some reprieve. Lan Zhan's grip is so strong, holding him in place as Lan Zhan thrusts into him again and again.

"Lan Wangji!" Wei Ying calls, in between the gasps and whimpers that come with every thrust. "I always suspected you wanted to stab me with your sword, but I didn't imagine you meant it like this!!"

Whining piteously, Wei Ying notices the long hair spilling around him on either side and gets an idea. Wrapping his hands around two lengths of that dark hair, Wei Ying pulls him down so that their heads are close. "Hanguang-Jun, say again that I am yours," he demands.

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