"wei ying. do not forget your lunch today."
"ah! thank you lan zhan, such a good husband to me, whoops, haha!"
lan zhan [6:07pm]: wei ying. how was your day?
wei ying [6:08pm]: ah good thank u!!! mianmian brought her daughter in 😍😭
wei ying [6:08 pm]: omw home now
wei ying [6:08 pm]: pls be kind to your poor husband when i instanlty crash
wei ying [6:09 pm]: oh shit
wei ying [6:09 pm]: thank u honey will make it up to you 💦💦💦
lan zhan [6:10 pm]: you will. don't forget next time.
lan zhan [6:24 pm]: good boy.
wei ying nearly walks into a lamppost. he is going to make up for this very, very diligently.
ugh, wei ying hates being perceived, and he loves him for it.
ofc, wei ying can't hear those words without *some* kind of physical reaction. "ah, lan zhan, you really know how to welcome someone home." he strips out of his shirt right there. "shall i set up the playlist--"
okay, now *that* wei ying feels through his entire body, holy shit. lan zhan's tone is Do Not Mess With Me sexy. he bites his lip and sways his ass as he leaves the room.
"on your stomach."
his husband doesn't remove any layers of clothing, tragically, as he comes towards the bed.
the bed dips, and a hand presses him to the mattress. "lie down."
why does that tone have such an effect on him?
lan zhan lowers his full body weight on top of him.
the feeling of lan zhan covering him, pressing him down--no, *holding* him down--fuck. it's a lot.
"is this good?" lan zhan murmurs in his ear.
"mhm. yep. yep. really, really good."
wei ying's brain is going all fuzzy and staticcy, and it's nice, it's so nice, when all he has to focus on is the weight of lan zhan's body.
"how do you feel? was that okay?" his voice is soft, now, gentle and low and rumbly. wei ying nudges his nose against his jaw.
lan zhan's ears go a bit pink. "i have been doing some reading." he doesn't elaborate. wei ying doesn't need him to.
"mn. if wei ying would like."
"seems you know what i like even better than me, lan zhan, hey?" he chuckles. "right now, though." his stomach rumbles. "i would kill for some dinner."
they've experimented a bit in the bedroom, because of course they have, with restraints and biting and lan zhan not letting wei ying come until he says so. but never outside of it.
lan zhan does a lot of online shopping.
"wei ying. that's enough."
"wei ying. what do you need?"
he feels a bit furious, actually.
he exhales forcefully through his nose, and lan zhan's hands pet his waist, waiting.
"need to calm down. can we--do you have anything--?"
lan zhan releases him and crosses the room, unzips his case and pulls out a smaller bag from inside. he lays out the contents on the end of the bed. wei ying feels weak at the knees with how much he loves him.
"what do you want to use?"
"rope, definitely. gag. and, um, blindfold? i just need--need to not think about them right now--"
wei ying absolutely love the feeling of being caught when lan zhan does this. trusting him to hold him carefully, to lead him where he needs to go, to make sure he gets there okay.
"good boy," lan zhan says, coming over to him. he tilts his chin up with a finger, and holds up the gag.
"yep, green, bright fucking green, honey."
lan zhan tips his head back further, and wei ying drops his mouth open, takes the ball of the gag between his teeth. lan zhan's fingers are gentle as they secure it behind his neck.
"mmhm." it feels good, the stretch of his lips, the slight dig of the leather on his cheeks.
"i'm going to blindfold you next."
wei ying nods eagerly. yes, yes please, lan zhan, make it go dark and peaceful.
"i will tie your arms now. spread your knees a little, and put your hands behind your back."
the rope is cool on his skin. it's one of lan zhan's favourites, duck egg blue and incredibly soft.
"can you still tap your fingers, if you need to stop? show me."
"okay. take as long as you need. i'll be right here."
he stands, and lets wei ying sink.
it's just him, and lan zhan's hold on him.
"wei ying, sweetheart. are you ready to come back?"
lan zhan chuckles and starts undoing the gag.
"mm," hums wei ying, his throat scratchy. "feel nice."
he frees wei ying's hands and guides them to his lap, moving them slowly. there's numbness in both his arms and legs. lan zhan helps him to his feet long enough to settle on the bed, still blindfolded, and starts rubbing them over.
"mmm, yeah, way better. bit gooey. thank you."
"you did very well," says lan zhan, and wei ying feels the praise down to his toes.
lan zhan's fingers are careful in his hair. his eyes are wet, he realises, but he keeps them closed.
lan zhan turns his head with a gentle press to his chin and kisses each shuttered eyelid.
he does, squinting at first, but the room is softly lit. he enjoys seeing his husband again, and can't help but grin at him.
wei ying presses his grin to lan zhan's smile, kisses him tenderly. he loves him so much, loves everything they do together, but perhaps the most--he loves that lan zhan is his perfect harmony in every way. especially like this.
but for now, this, these two halves holding each other, is enough.
thank you so much for reading! this was incredibly self-indulgent. interactions/quotes are super appreciated, and if anyone has any good non-sexual kink fic recs, please send them my way!