3-in-1 Shampoo/Conditioner/Bodywash - the Real Gateway Drug

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/40070070.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The
Untamed (TV)
Relationship: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian
Characters: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian
Additional Tags: one sided wangxian (but for how long?), sketchy as fuck LWJ, does this
count as dark!Lan Zhan, implied bi WWX, modern au - no cultivation,
pretty much equal amounts of piss and masturbation, LWJ stays
HYDRATED, staking your claim by cumming in his shampoo/bodywash
combo and pissing everywhere, Does this count as watersports?, Piss
Marking, Come Marking, that's not how you're supposed to wash clothes,
cum in food, brief cameo of food fucking, piss in food, that's not how
you're supposed to use a condom, the fleshlight is used correctly but by
more ppl than usual, Exhibitionism, LWJ really said "your sex toys more
like OUR sex toys", Sloppy Seconds, getting off to the sound of your
roommate masturbating, is that what the kids call voyeurism these days?,
Alcoholism mention, piss drinking, lan zhan's Pit of Depravity TM, No
Sex, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, sexually charged assisted pissing,
accidental hold, Omorashi, freak4freak wangxian is starting to peek
through the NC here, emotional manipulation/subdrop of sorts, co-
pissing, panty huffing, Degradation, dubcon blowjob, FaceFucking, Non-
Consensual Somnophilia, pissing on someone who's passed out drunk,
Spanking, Verbal Humiliation, Mutual Masturbation, jerking off
walkthrough (with commentary), threats of edging, mutual CNC
fantasies, Unreliable Narrator, I gave LWJ the LBH sized cock he
deserves, Bathing, pissing in fleshlight
Language: English
Series: Part 2 of The cup runneth over
Collections: Anonymous
Stats: Published: 2022-07-04 Updated: 2022-12-27 Words: 22,627 Chapters:
6/?
 3-in-1 Shampoo/Conditioner/Bodywash - the Real Gateway Drug
by Anonymous

Summary

Living with Lan Zhan really is the best thing that could have happened to Wei Ying – the
man cooks, cleans, and is always a genuine pleasure to be around. He’s so glad that his friend
managed to get him to stop being such a stubborn dumbass (which Wei Ying knows he can
be, occasionally) and just move into Lan Zhan’s spare bedroom.

The only thing Wei Ying could even try to find fault with his roommate for would be that,
well, he tends to leave the shared bathroom door open whenever he needs to piss. Not that it’s
that big of a deal! The man’s probably just used to living alone, and it’s not like Wei Ying
hadn’t forgotten and done the same himself back when he used to live with Jiang Cheng.
Honestly, it’s such a small thing that it’s not even worth bringing up.

Lan Zhan is perfect, after all, and it wouldn’t do to embarrass him over something so
inconsequential.

AKA Wei Ying and Lan Zhan figure out how to be roommates. As the two learn to get used
to living with each other, habits are formed, for better or for worse.

Notes

CW: Piss. Unapologetic piss kink shines through in this one, sorry folks. Also, LWJ is
sketchy as hell, taking all sorts of liberties with WWX's stuff and his person. Consent, who's
she? LWJ doesn't know her.

This does not have sex in it, but it's def still fucked up. LWJ's headspace is... interesting.

I wrote this from the hours of 11 to 4 AM, then typed and proof-read it from 11 to 2 AM the
next day, please be gentle with me. If you notice mistakes, please point them out and I'll fix
them. There are some real goofy synonyms for dick and cum in here, so I hope you find them
as funny as I did while writing this.
 The Early Stages of Lan Zhan's Pit of Depravity
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Lan Zhan is a simple man. He has his wants and needs like every other person. He eats,
sleeps, and watcher porn like every other man. Maybe some of his kinks were a bit farther out
there than was socially acceptable, but it’s never been an issue before.

If he has his way, it still won’t be an issue, even with the object of his dreams, the man he’s
been jerking off to for years, is now sharing his apartment.

He just won’t get caught.

...

Like most hot-blooded men, Lan Zhan is quite territorial over what he views as his.

Usually, this particular personality trait manifests itself in him glaring down anyone who tries
to touch his shit.

For Wei Ying, he finds himself staking his claim… a little differently.

...

Wei Ying uses Men’s 3-in-1 shampoo, body wash, and conditioner. The economy sized bottle
now lives alongside Lan Zhan’s own host of meticulously kept, humanely sourced shower
products.

Bubbly as ever, Wei Ying will sing his 3-in-1’s praises for its convenience, how easy it is to
just use one thing for all of his showering needs. Lan Zhan hates it on principle.

The day after Wei Ying finishes moving in, Lan Zhan comes back from his morning run,
drinks a refreshing cup of water, then goes to shower.

Before he turns on the water, he reaches down and grabs Wei Ying’s 3-in-1. With deft
motions, he unscrews the cap, gauges the bottle to be about half full, and dumps out a glob of
white gel onto his waiting palm.
Cock already starting to swell, Lan Zhan tilts his head as he brings his hand down to help his
erection along.

He may be skeptical of how well it performs as shampoo and conditioner, but Lan Zhan is
pleased to find that it works just fine as lube.

The slick product coats his cock, cool temperature making him shiver as he fills the quiet
morning air with the wet sound of him fucking his hand.

Gel slips between his fingers, oozing over the back of his hand and down his balls as he
inhales deeply, thinking back on all of the times he’s smelled this exact scent coming from
Wei Ying’s hair before.

Growling, he quickens his pace, imagining how Wei Ying’s shocked face would look if he
pushed him down to his knees and used his freshly-showered hair to jerk off with, how he
would look with Lan Zhan’s spend painted across his infuriatingly bouncy curls.

Moaning out loud at the mental image, Lan Zhan aims his cock at the open bottle mouth,
spilling ropes of cum into Wei Ying’s shampoo/conditioner/body wash.

He twists the cap back into place and puts it back on the edge of the tub, up against the wall.
Finally, he turns on the water.

Five minutes later, he shuts off the water, finished rinsing the sweat from his body, but
doesn’t step out to towel off and get dressed. Previously, he’d never really been the type of
person to pee in the shower, always preferring to take care of his business in a timely manner
without resorting to multi-tasking when it came to bodily functions.

Today, he turns to face the head of the shower, and lets go. Clear piss gushes out of his cock
immediately, and he leisurely directs his stream over the hot and cold water handles, giving
each a good dousing, before moving up to soak the already defiled 3-in-1 container. A puddle
forms at the corner of the bathtub’s edge, pooling around the bottom of the bottle as Lan
Zhan rinses away the water droplets clinging to the sides and replaces them with his piss.

The rest of his stream, he dedicates to creating an even film over the half of the bathtub he’s
not currently standing in.

After he’s finished, he shakes twice and steps out onto the bathmat, ready to face the rest of
his day.

...

By the time Wei Ying wakes up, Lan Zhan’s finished with most of his morning chores
already. The thin walls of his flat allows him to hear the way his new roommate stumbles into
the bathroom. The shower starts up almost immediately after.
Lan Zhan, who’s in the middle of packing away one of the protein smoothies Wei Ying drinks
religiously because he keeps forgetting to eat proper meals, puts the thermos onto the counter,
shoves his loose pants down, and masturbates furiously into the kitchen sink.

He comes all over his hand embarrassingly quickly, head filled with the thought that Wei
Ying is stepping on his piss, was touching his piss as he turned on the shower, as he grabbed
his shampoo, is unknowingly putting Lan Zhan’s cum in his hair –

He takes a second to contemplate the mess he’s made of both the sink and his hand.

His eyes dart over to Wei Ying’s protein shake.

...

Wei Ying, without a steady stream of income, tends to pinch his pennies whenever he can.
Usually, this annoys Lan Zhan, who is beyond willing to purchase anything Wei Ying may
need at any given time, ever.

However, his money saving habits mean that, whenever he runs low on his Men’s 3-in-1, he
fills up the bottle with water to try and make it last longer.

Lan Zhan would like to think that he’s helping, since every time he takes a shower he treats
Wei Ying’s 3-in-1 like it’s his own personal cum tribute to the man’s bright smile and fat ass,
filling it up just a little bit on the daily.

After his mid-morning shower, Wei Ying had judged the level of bodywash to be too low. He
filled the bottle all the way up to the top with water, making it seem full again.

On his first bathroom break after Wei Ying implements his plan, Lan Zhan upends the bottle
and dumps the whole thing down the drain.

Calmly, he crouches down to open the cabinet under the sink, reaches past the front row of
cleaning supplies Wei Ying likely doesn’t remember exist, and pulls out a new, full bottle of
Men’s 3-in-1. He pops it open, transfers a couple of glugs into Wei Ying’s bottle, then re-caps
the new one, hiding it away once more.

He picks up Wei Ying’s bottle, places it into the sink, and unzips his fly. Whipping his dick
out, Lan Zhan unleashes a steady stream of piss, arching it high and re-adjusting his aim as it
hits the side of the bottle. The sound of his urine splattering against the empty bottle walls is
loud, but Lan Zhan isn’t worried. Wei Ying is far too preoccupied with his recent art
commission to hear anything. The loud rattle transitions into a just as loud splashing as Lan
Zhan steadily fills up the bottle. He has to re-adjust his aim several times before it’s mostly
full again, since he’s getting hard and it’s throwing off his arc.

Not wanting to overflow the bottle, he directs his last few trickles of piss onto Wei Ying’s
black hand towel, which the man had thrown on the counter in a crumpled up ball after
washing his face this morning.

The fabric absorbs everything readily, and his dick gives a solid twitch.

That matter of business finished, he fists his cock at a punishing pace – if he stays in the
bathroom too long, Wei Ying might get suspicious, regardless of how absorbed in his work he
may be.

Free hand grabbing the piss-hot bottle and holding it under his dick, Lan Zhan cums to the
thought of Wei Ying lathering his piss all over his hair and body.

A single rope of cum spills over the lip of the opening, escaping the filthy confines the rest of
Lan Zhan’s release ends up in.

Lan Zhan doesn’t bother to wipe it up, instead re-capping the bottle and putting it back where
he found it, coated in cum and piss both inside and out.

Finished, he flushes the unused toilet and washes his hands. He has to start lunch in a couple
of minutes when he gets back downstairs.

...

Wei Ying doesn’t own a lot of clothing. Lan Zhan’s working on sneakily padding out his
drawers, adding in a graphic band t-shirt here and some ripped jeans there whenever he
returns his folded, freshly laundered clothes.

Wei Ying had tried to do his own laundry once, only to forget to switch his clothes over to the
dryer for a whole day, and Lan Zhan had had to finish the load for him when he came to do
his own laundry.

Thus, the precedent had been set.

Lan Zhan has explicit permission to go into Wei Ying’s room and pick up his dirty clothes
whenever he feels like it. Sometimes Wei Ying manages to bring his dirty pile to the laundry
room, but it doesn’t happen often.

Like most things he wants privacy for, Lan Zhan switches to doing the laundry in the
morning, hours before Wei Ying wakes up.

Some days, he grabs the softest thing he can find from Wei Ying’s dirty pile, be it a well-
loved shirt or worn underwear, and uses it to jack off, surrounded by Wei Ying’s smell. Using
something that’s touched his skin to pleasure himself, something that Wei Ying will put back
on after Lan Zhan’s used it as a cum rag… it’s bliss.

On rare occasions, he works up the courage to indulge his exhibitionism kink and
masturbates right there in Wei Ying’s room onto his ever-present pile of dirty laundry. He
doesn’t always pick up the extra-soiled clothes after he’s done with them – Wei Ying has a
habit of sniff-checking his dirty pile, and will occasionally wear clothes with Lan Zhan’s cum
on them, which is always a treat. Barring that, it also gives Wei Ying the chance to pick up
the dirtied clothes himself and bring them to the laundry room, unknowingly cuddling with
Lan Zhan’s splooge.

Wei Ying sleeps too heavily to wake up from Lan Zhan entering his room, so almost every
time Lan Zhan decides to indulge himself, he cums extra hard to the sight and sound of Wei
Ying sleeping only a foot away from where Lan Zhan is cranking his dripping cock into his
dirty underwear for the fourth time that week.

After the wash cycle, if the urge hits, Lan Zhan will once again lower the waistband of his
pants, pull out his cock, stroke it briefly, and piss all over Wei Ying’s freshly washed clothes.
If he’s horny enough by the end of it, which he usually is, he’ll top off Wei Ying’s load with a
load of his own, fresh from his dripping cock. An extra dryer sheet to cover up the smell, and
then it’s time to hit start on the dryer.

Wei Ying occasionally complains about weird white streaks on his clean clothes, but blames
his woes on the soap and an inefficient washer every time.

...

Lan Zhan makes almost all of the food in the house, after a disastrous experience in which
Wei Ying made them congee so spicy Lan Zhan had to call in sick for the day, spending the
next 12 hours sweating, constipated, his stomach in extreme pain.

Lan Zhan often adds in some extra… protein for Wei Ying’s meals. This started the second
day they lived together, after Lan Zhan got so horny over the idea of Wei Ying standing in his
piss and washing his hair with his cum that he’d made a mess all over his hand and the
kitchen sink.

He’d scraped off what he could into Wei Ying’s protein shake, and just like that the habit was
formed. Every morning, he jacks off for a second or third time that day into Wei Ying’s
breakfast shake.

Lunch and dinner are trickier, but he manages. In case he can’t rub one out and add it into
whatever food he’s making at the time, he takes to masturbating into a condom whenever he’s
not doing it as a means to an end. Usually, Lan Zhan hates condoms with a passion, but in
this case he can’t help but admit they can actually be useful. Sometimes. Reusing the same
condom throughout the day is messy and illicit, which are some of the bonus reasons why he
does it. He loves pumping more seed into his used condoms, new mixing with old, sometimes
fitting so much in one that it ends up completely full by the end of the day.

Once, he’d masturbated in Wei Ying’s room while the other was in the bathroom – Wei Ying
had left his pocket pussy in plain sight, even though he had knowingly invited Lan Zhan into
his room to talk about his latest project. Lan Zhan had needed to vent his sexual frustration
somehow.

There he was, condom on, fucking into the aforementioned (too-small) fleshlight, when the
sound of the toilet flushing managed to break Lan Zhan out of his fugue state. He’d ripped
his dick out of the fleshlight and stuffed it back into his underwear at lightspeed, all the while
cumming untouched from the possibility of getting caught with his pants literally down. He
was still filling the condom, trapped safely behind the protective layer of his jeans, when Wei
Ying came back into the room, noticed the pocket pussy chilling out in the open, and
frantically tried to herd Lan Zhan out of the while picking it up and hiding it behind his back
not-at-all inconspicuously.

Later that day, Lan Zhan had gone to pee (normally, for once), only to realize too late that
he’d forgotten to take off the condom. Panicked, he’d pinched the opening of the rubber tight
around his cock as his piss flooded the already mostly full reservoir. It felt very strange, his
piss creating a kind of current that lightly massaged his dick as the condom ballooned out to a
worrying size. He wondered if this is what it would feel like if he pissed inside of Wei Ying.

Masturbating through a piss-filled condom is frustrating in terms of not being able to apply
the pressure he’d wanted, but highly satisfying regardless when he gets to watch his cum
spurt through warm piss almost in slow motion.

Armed with his filled (some more so than others) condoms, Lan Zhan ensures that everything
he makes that goes into Wei Ying’s mouth has his cum in it.

(Slightly guiltily, Lan Zhan is thankful that he’s a vegetarian while Wei Ying is not. He
doesn’t mind eating his own cum, but he’d rather not do it on a daily basis. Wei Ying never
questions why he gets his own personalized meals, which Lan Zhan is grateful for.)

Of course, there’s no feeling quite like being able to shove his dick into Wei Ying’s
purposefully lukewarm leftovers and literally fucking his food until he cums, but that’s
always way riskier and leads to way too much clean up. He never wants to try to come up
with a lie about how he got soup all over the counter and the crotch of his pants ever again.

...

Lan Zhan has a love-hate relationship with Wei Ying’s smoothies. On one hand, it is beyond
easy to slip some extra love into them, but on the other hand, he’d really prefer it if the love
of his life could remember to eat actual food on a regular basis.

His feelings towards the matter may or may not change as he figures out that he can replace
the water in Wei Ying’s smoothies with piss.

Urinating into a blender full of protein powder, fruit, and cum isn’t even the most sexually
depraved thing he’s done this week.
Lan Zhan’s life may have gone ever-so-slightly off the rails ever since he decided to cum in
Wei Ying’s shampoo.

He’s not complaining.

...

Lan Zhan frequently buys all kinds of melon for the two of them. Without fail, he cuts a hole
into and fucks each and every one before he dices it and serves the fruit cubes to Wei Ying as
a sweet, healthy snack.

...

Wei Ying tends to be a little careless with his sex toys. Really, he’s adorably tame – the man
only has a pocket pussy, a moderately sized dildo, and a shitty bullet vibrator Lan Zhan can
always hear, regardless of if Wei Ying uses it in his room, in the shower, or on one daring
occasion, in the living room under his clothes.

With the help of his trusted condom and a daring use of Wei Ying's crappy vibrator, Lan Zhan
gets his first taste of real-life mutual masturbation, even if the other party doesn’t know what
he’s doing.

Lan Zhan watches from the dining room table, the movement of his furiously cranking arm
only secret because Wei Ying is so lost in his pleasure he doesn’t think to turn his head. Lan
Zhan climaxes to the sight of Wei Ying’s hips twitching in hastily aborted circles, his muffled
whine doing nothing to drown out the vibrator’s high-pitched buzzing.

It’s not the last time Lan Zhan’s masturbated in the same room as Wei Ying while the other
was awake, but it is the only time to date that Wei Ying’s been bold enough to seek out his
own pleasure outside the privacy of his own room.

Lan Zhan, in what seems to be an emerging pattern, hates Wei Ying’s fleshlight. Wei Ying is
always loud in his pleasure whenever he uses it, pretending that he’s giving someone the best
fuck of their life – his fantasies provide Lan Zhan with some delicious scenarios of his own
where he rips Wei Ying off of whatever he’s fucking to show him that what he really needs is
to get fucked. Hard. With Lan Zhan’s convenient, super-willing dick.

Wei Ying occasionally forgets to clean it, so on multiple occasions Lan Zhan finds it sticky or
flaking with old cum. Normally, he would be disgusted, but because it’s Wei Ying, he just
finds it hot. Especially when it’s as good as a free pass to dump his own cum into the same
fleshlight Wei Ying so obviously creampied.
Just last week, Wei Ying had been super stressed about an interview he had been chosen for,
so he had fucked his fleshlight fast and hard right before he’d had to run out the door to avoid
being late. (Lan Zhan had taken pleasure in reminding him of his appointment, clearly
catching him in the middle of a self-gratification session. Wei Ying had reached completion
quite loudly when Lan Zhan called his name.)

As soon as Wei Ying had sprinted out of his room, Lan Zhan barged in, hand already palming
at his raging boner. He’d gotten his dick out into the open air and was sliding it through wet
plastic pussy lips when Wei Ying called out his hasty farewell and slammed the front door
shut. Lan Zhan had plunged into that hot, sticky channel with a loud groan, Wei Ying’s cum
gushing out and onto the half of his dick that couldn’t fit into the toy. He’d filled that toy up
two loads of cum before he was no longer so horny he couldn’t see straight.

Even if he doesn’t get to fully enjoy Wei Ying’s slopy seconds, it’s still a satisfying fuck.
When he needs the tight grip of something he knows Wei Ying’s shoved his dick into, it’s a
good way to get off and fill the condom for lunch or dinner.

If Wei Ying is loud with his pocket pussy, then he can only be called absolutely shameless
when he’s brave enough to pull out his dildo.

It doesn’t happen often, but Wei Ying seems to utterly forget himself when he takes the fake
cock up his ass.

Lan Zhan has more than once stood outside of Wei Ying’s door and jerked off to his
desperate sounds and the barely audible squelch of a well-lubricated fucking. Twice, he’s
cum onto Wei Ying’s doorknob, coating it with enough of his white release that globs of it
drip onto the carpet below. Both times, Wei Ying doesn’t notice.

When he leaves it out in his room, or if Lan Zhan is feeling particularly possessive and fishes
it out of Wei Ying’s toy box, Lan Zhan will stroke himself off onto it, covering it with his
cum before rubbing his softening dick against the sticky silicone.

Once in a blue moon, Lan Zhan is treated to an acoustic performance he makes sure to record
when Wei Ying takes it into the bathroom to make use of the dildo’s suction cup base. So
fucked out by the end of his shower, he always forgets to bring it back to his room right away.
Sometimes it’s still attached to the wall or the bottom of the tub when Lan Zhan takes his
morning shower. This calls for Lan Zhan’s specialty 1-2 combo, where he pisses all over the
damn thing, then fists his cock until he splooges.

...

Wei Ying likes to drink. Lan Zhan kind of wishes that he would stop getting black out drunk
so often, but understands that he’s had a rough life before he’d moved in.
Lan Zhan maybe isn’t doing as much to help Wei Ying as he should be, considering that
when he offers up painkillers and a water glass, the glass is full of piss.

(Kitchen counters are good for many things, including hiding the fact that you’re pissing into
the clear glass you’d very strangely brought out of the cabinet straight to below the counter
instead of the sink, catching every drop that you plan to force down his throat.)

Wei Ying always looks on in dazed confusion from the couch, so vulnerable and trusting.
Having those grey eyes on him as he pisses never fails to send a hot thrill up Lan Zhan’s
spine.

Honestly, Lan Zhan could probably whip out his cock, hold it in front of Wei Ying’s face, and
tell the man to drink directly from the tap, and he just might do it.

Hmm.

Needs some fine tuning. Lan Zhan will have to test some things out to see just what Wei Ying
remembers after he sobers up.

He’ll revisit that idea after he gathers more data.

...

To be honest, Lan Zhan’s apartment has turned into something his uncle would label a “pit of
depravity”.

Lan Zhan feels like that would be overstating things a bit – a real pit of depravity would be if
he did everything he usually does, and fucks Wei Ying.

(Lan Zhan desperately wants to live in that imagined pit of depravity)

...

Lan Zhan doesn’t like uncertainty. When he stresses about something, he makes lists.

...

He already knows Wei Ying likes taking it up the ass, so all Lan Zhan has to do is:
 1. Get him used to seeing Lan Zhan’s dick
2. Get him craving Lan Zhan’s dick
3. Get him craving everything that comes out of Lan Zhan’s dick

Lan Zhan already has a way forward, probably. In a moment of post-orgasmic bliss, he forgot
to lock the bathroom door. Condom off, he’s mid-piss, eyes half closed as he recalls the way
he’d just topped off Wei Ying’s 3-in-1 so it’s ready for his afternoon shower, when the man
himself busts through the door. He freezes like a startled deer as Lan Zhan lazily makes eye
contact with him.

Wei Ying flushes bright red, his grey eyes drawn like magnets to where Lan Zhan’s still
pissing cock lays chilling in his loose fist.

He watches all the way to the end in a trance, breath audibly hitching when Lan Zhan shakes
the last drops of piss off his officially semi-chubbed cock.

Feeling daring, Lan Zhan swipes his thumb over the head of his pleasantly sensitive dick,
Wei Ying’s undivided attention on the movement.

He brings his damp thumb up to his lips and lets his tongue flick out to clean his finger.

Wei Ying’s eyes dart from his thumb to his face. His already red face gets even redder, and he
flees the scene, mumbling apologies and how he can’t believe Lan Zhan would just leave the
bathroom door open like that.

Lan Zhan’s cock gives a valiant twitch at the way Wei Ying had left his impromptu
exhibitionist show with his dick visibly tenting his ratty shorts.

Yes, he can definitely work with this.

Chapter End Notes

Have some shit that's been rattling around in my head for a while - this fic is kind of a
smorgasbord of a couple of different scenarios that have been plaguing me for a hot
minute, written out to free me from their grasp.
Forcing Your Best Bro to Piss In Front of You for Fun and Profit
Chapter Summary

Wei Ying's habit of accidentally holding may not be in Lan Zhan's checklist, but it's
definitely helpful.

Chapter Notes

Introducing WWX's side of the freak4freak portion of this piss fic. He's not sure what's
happening here, but he's ready to get marked down as confused and horny.

CW: Accidental holding, wetting/omo, voyeurism for both pissing and masturbating
(two separate occasions), non-con filming, so much piss.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Wei Ying has to pee.

In itself, the feeling is not unusual – he tends to lose track of his bodily needs when he gets
really absorbed in his art commissions. That’s not the issue. No, the issue is that there’s only
one bathroom in Lan Zhan’s apartment, and today is his favorite Lan’s deep clean day.

Lan Zhan is a very clean person – Wei Ying swears that the things he deep cleans fucking
sparkle when he’s done with them. The results are beautiful. But such perfection comes at a
cost – Lan Zhan has been in the bathroom for an hour, now, and experience tells Wei Ying
that he’s not even halfway finished.

He’s been feeling the low ache in his bladder for a while already, ever since he pounded his
breakfast shake and settled in with his tablet to bang out his latest commission. Now, hours
later, the throb is painful.

He’s at an impasse – on one hand, Lan Zhan will probably not appreciate being interrupted in
the middle of his work. On the other hand, Wei Ying seriously might end up peeing his pants
if he can’t get to a toilet as soon as possible.

Chewing on his thumb since the last time he chewed on his tablet pen and broke it he’d cried,
he wiggles in the armchair he’s made his work station and debates whether or not his burning
need to pee is worth annoying his roommate for something so trivial as using the bathroom.
The sound of the bath’s faucet turning on rushes down the hall.

Wei Ying can feel his eyes turning yellow with need, and decides to cut his losses.

Gritting his teeth, he stands up, only to immediately bend over as his bladder almost fails
him. Groaning, his hands fly to cup his dick, pressing down in the hope that pressure will
help him avoid the inevitable. It’s a fight, but he manages to get himself under control again.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Ying shuffles forward as fast as he can without feeling like he’s
going to leak all over Lan Zhan’s fancy hardwood floors.

Inching his way across the house feels like it takes a disproportionately large amount of time,
the distance seeming to grow with every step he takes. Every few seconds, he has to pause
and breathe deeply to get himself under control before carrying on.

His ratty sweatpants and threadbare boxers make it very obvious that he isn’t able to hold
himself back completely, the fabric dark gray and glistening from the few drops of piss that
escape from his cock.

His face is flushed bright red, not only humiliated by his embarrassing posture and non-
existent foresight, but also his childish lack of control, pissing his pants like the three-year-
old he occasionally claims to be.

After what feels like an eternity, he finally reaches his destination. Now, he’s faced with his
next hurdle – actually getting into the bathroom. The door isn’t closed, cracked open to let
the fumes from Lan Zhan’s cleaning supplies clear into the hall.

His mental breakdown is cut short by the latest stream trying to make a break for it.
Desperate, Wei Ying squeezes his eyes shut and busts through the door.

“Lan Zhan, I have to piss!”

Lan Zhan, on his knees beside the tub, shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows, looks up from
where he’s scrubbing at non-existent water stains. Golden eyes bore into him, and Wei Ying
gulps, his heartbeat ratcheting up for no discernable reason. Those piercing eyes trail down
his body until they reach his damp crotch, only partially concealed by his hands. His gaze
feels like a physical caress. After what feels like an eternity, Lan Zhan raises his eyes back to
Wei Ying’s face and pointedly raises an eyebrow. Wei Ying can practically hear him going,
“So?”

He whines, clamping his thighs together. “Lan Zhan, I can’t pee while you’re in here!”

The shadow of a smirk flits across Lan Zhan’s face. “No?”

A bolt of heat flashes through him, followed by an unfortunate trickle of piss. He presses
even harder against his leaking dick to cut it off. “Please, Lan Zhan, I can’t go while you’re
in the same room! You know I’m bladder shy!”

Lan Zhan’s eyes snap back to the expanding wet spot on his pants as he answers Wei Ying’s
desperate plea. “Clearly, you can learn.”
Wei Ying gapes. He’s so mean! “Lan Zhan!”

Lan Zhan leans back on his heels, resting his elbows on the rim of the tub. Almost lazily, he
tilts his head towards the practically sparkling toilet. “I’m finished with it. Feel free to help
yourself.”

Wei Ying puffs out his cheeks in indignation.

So rude!

Regardless, he shuffles over, right next to where Lan Zhan’s kneeling. He knows that
complaining isn’t going to do a damn thing, since he’s already very familiar with his
roommate’s ‘I’m not going to budge’ voice.

There’s an awkward silence, now, as Wei Ying stands in front of the toilet, pants still on,
hands trapping his dick in a vice grip, face flushed like an overripe tomato. Lan Zhan is still
sitting on the ground next to the toilet, staring expectantly at his crotch.

Neither of them move.

The silence grows.

Eventually, Lan Zhan prompts him. “Do you need help?”

Wei Ying splutters. “No!”

He doesn’t move.

They sit at an impasse, until Lan Zhan loses his patience first, for once.

Lan Zhan strips off his cleaning gloves and leans forward into Wei Ying’s space, determined.

Wei Ying yelps as two large hands knock the only thing keeping him from wetting himself
out of the way, dragging against the wet fabric as they go. It quickly turns into a whimper as
his piss makes a break for it, sensing that freedom is close at hand.

He ends up doubling over at the effort of clenching hard enough to halt the renewed flow.

Ruthless, Lan Zhan yanks Wei Ying’s ratty tee-shirt up well above his stomach and curls Wei
Ying’s shaking fingers into the fabric for something to hold onto.

Numb, Wei Ying keeps his death grip on his shirt as Lan Zhan slowly drags his fingers down
his trembling abdomen to alight on the waistband of his sweats.

He pushes the stretched-out elastic down to his thighs, taking a detour down south to stroke
the pads of his fingers over the wet patch on his underwear.

Wei Ying shivers and lets out a choked moan as a weak dribble of piss pulses out of his cock,
soaking through his underwear and leaking onto Lan Zhan’s hand.
Lan Zhan pauses, brings his now wet hand up to his mouth, and licks it clean.

Wei Ying’s brain short circuits at the sight of his straight laced, rule abiding best friend
licking piss off of his hand with his tongue.

Acting as if nothing is amiss, Lan Zhan returns to his self-assigned task and fishes Wei Ying’s
dick out through the fly of his boxers.

Wei Ying’s brain reboots real quick. He tightens his grip on his shirt at the feel of those long,
calloused fingers holding his literally dripping dick.

“No!”

Lan Zhan pauses, looks up at Wei Ying, and withdraws his hand, tucking his not completely
flaccid dick back into damp boxers.

Wei Ying keens, suddenly bereft of that hot pressure. More piss dribbles out of him. “Lan
Zhan!”

Lan Zhan cocks his head to the side, completely innocent. “Wei Ying said he doesn’t need my
help.”

Tears prick at his eyes as the weak stream doesn’t stop. “Lan Zhan, I’m seriously going to
piss myself here!”

Lan Zhan puts his warm hand on Wei Ying’s hip, thumb stroking the delicate skin just above
the band of his boxers. “Then go. You apparently don’t want my help.”

The front of Wei Ying’s underwear is now completely wet, a glistening streak of pee slowly
making its way down his leg to leak into his bunched-up sweats.

“No!” he moans out again, unsure of just what he’s protesting.

Lan Zhan doesn’t say anything, just sits there and strokes his hip, watching him lose control.

Wei Ying breaks. “Please! Lan Zhan, please help me!”

Lan Zhan hums, smug, and sweeps his hand back into soaked boxers to free his cock once
more.

Wei Ying cries out in relief as Lan Zhan’s beautiful fingers gently stroke his cock, massaging
the dribble of piss into a solid stream he directs into the toilet. He feels lightheaded with the
release of pressure, of responsibility, trusting Lan Zhan to not let him piss all over the floor.

He’s powerless to stop his hips from grinding forward into the solid pressure of his
roommate’s touch, still slowly caressing his pissing cock.

Lan Zhan’s free hand pinches the sensitive skin on his hip, and he moans at the reprimand.
The stream falters at that, so his roommate drags his hand to Wei Ying’s exposed stomach,
harshly pressing on his aching bladder to force out a steady rush of pee.
Wei Ying’s legs feel like jelly. His ears are ringing with the loud splash of his release into the
toilet, and he worries that he won’t be able to stave off his threatening erection long enough
to finish pissing. He isn’t sure if Lan Zhan would step back to let him beat his meat before
making him empty himself fully, or if his type-A best friend would take matters into his own
hands, jerking him off with business-like precision so he could get back to pissing. He’s kind
of afraid to pick which outcome he’d prefer.

The stream, now that it’s been unleashed with Lan Zhan’s gentle help, is relentless. He’s
pissing for what feels like a solid five minutes, going cross-eyed with the excruciating relief.
The sound of his hitched breathing mixes with piss splashing into water, fogging his brain out
until he can only focus on Lan Zhan’s deft fingers massaging his poor, confused cock.

Wei Ying rides that high for an eternity, until it all comes to an end.

His stream stutters to a halt, the last few gushes pushed out meanly by Lan Zhan’s hand over
his bladder, each press drawing a wounded moan from Wei Ying’s mouth.

His cock is almost fully erect in Lan Zhan’s wet grip, and there’s no disguising it.

Wei Ying’s face is flushed bright red at the indignation of it all.

Lan Zhan shakes his dick once, twice, three times, and then almost gives Wei Ying a heart
attack as he finishes with a firm stroke upwards, twisting his wrist fluidly as he reaches the
head of his dick before letting go.

His poor, abused cock jerks helplessly where it’s left hanging out in the open air.

Lan Zhan efficiently wrangles his hard cock back through the fly of his soaking boxers, rolls
his piss-streaked sweats up his legs, and re-settles the waistband of his pants against the jut of
his hips. He smooths his hands, one wet with pee, the other mercifully dry, over the flat plane
of his stomach and up to his chest. Sadly, they reach Wei Ying’s balled up fists stretching the
hem of his shirt out of shape before he can memorize the feel of those fingers grazing across
his trembling skin.

Strong hands force his arms to relax, his shirt coming down with them, leaving him
presentable once more, if one could ignore the embarrassing mess he’s made of the bottom
half of his body. Oh, and the very visible tent in his soiled pants – can’t forget about that.

Finished “helping” his roommate, Lan Zhan pats Wei Ying’s aching dick as if congratulating
it for a job well done.

“See? Wei Ying can learn.”

With that, his perfect Lan Zhan turns around and goes back to scrubbing at those damn water
stains like Wei Ying hadn’t just needed a grown man’s help to not wet himself.

Fleeing the bathroom, Wei Ying sprints across the apartment to hide in his room.

He all but collapses on his bed, reaching into his dirty laundry pile to grab whatever he can
get his hands on.
He grimaces at the sight of the bright red panties he usually tries to bury in his clothes pile
for fear of Lan Zhan finding them when he does the laundry, but he’s far too gone to care that
he left them in plain sight right now.

The usually silky fabric is stiff under his fingers, already coated in dried cum, but that doesn’t
matter. He bunches it up and strokes his damp cock with it anyways, desperately horny. It
loosens up quickly as he fists his dick, piss and precum mixing with the old release, making it
sticky again, the slide turning unbearably pleasurable in no time at all.

Mindlessly, he jerks himself off into his used panties, gasping at the memory of Lan Zhan’s
hand on his dick, those piercing eyes judging him as he breaks down crying, losing control.

Shoving two fingers up his dry asshole, he cums with a sob, his entire body throbbing with
the pain from his ass and the rush of his release. As he twitches through the aftershocks of
one of the best orgasms of his life, Lan Zhan’s parting words ring in his ears, burying
themselves in his mind.

“Wei Ying can learn…”

Gently closing Wei Ying’s bedroom door, Lan Zhan stops the video recording on his phone.

On quiet feet, he returns to the bathroom to stand in front of the toilet. It’s a mess - previously
clear water is now tinted bright yellow, small splatters coating the white seat where he had
purposefully let Wei Ying’s pissing cock stray off target.

Kneeling, he releases his aching dick from the confines of his pants. It’s somewhat awkward
to lean forward and smear his erection over those tantalizing splatters, but he is nothing if not
dedicated. He drags his red, angry cock over the piss-covered plastic.

Using his palm to collect every drop his dick couldn’t reach, he stands and strokes his cock
hungrily, using the same hand that had held Wei Ying’s pissing dick only minutes before.

Growling, he dips his other hand into the toilet bowl, brining his dripping fingers back to
fondle his balls, rolling them and pinching lightly at his sack as he coats his cock with Wei
Ying’s piss, stripping it mercilessly.

His mind combines the scenes of Wei Ying pissing in his hand like a helpless doll with Wei
Ying frantically masturbating into Lan Zhan’s favorite cumrag, leaving him tugging at his
balls and massaging the base of his cock to the thought of a panty clad Wei Ying crying as
Lan Zhan forces him to masturbate, trying to cum as soon as possible so he can relieve his
aching bladder, not caring as his jerking cock spews cum everywhere, pissing all over Lan
Zhan and himself.
 With a low moan, Lan Zhan orgasms, his cum spurting out to forcefully land in the piss-filled
toilet. His hips snap forward as he milks the last of his release from his cock, letting it fall on
the toilet seat in an echo of the piss coating it not long ago.

Satisfied, he wipes his softening dick on the toilet seat one last time to clean it, then tucks
himself back in. Choosing not to wash his hands, he instead pats them dry using Wei Ying’s
towel.

He returns to his cleaning, leaving the soiled toilet for last, just so he can occasionally glance
at it and smile.

Wei Ying made a decent amount of progress today. Lan Zhan took an inexcusable number of
liberties with his person, and Wei Ying had obviously loved every one of them.

He’s so proud of how well the love of his life is learning, letting himself be molded into the
cockslut Lan Zhan’s always dreamed of.

Chapter End Notes

May keep adding on more utterly deprived piss adventures until I run out of ideas. Let
me know if you have anything you want to see, I might try and work it in - this fandom
needs more watersports.
 Bros Who Piss Together, Stay Together
Chapter Summary

A day in the life, featuring some co-pissing, a not-so-random hold, and good old
fashioned emotional manipulation.

Chapter Notes

Wei Ying's thirst peeks through on this one, as does Lan Zhan's more manipulative side.

Not proof-read, since this fucking thing is 6K long, what even. May go back later and
fix shit, but for now I'm too tired.

CW: lots of voyeurism, degradation, panty huffing, cum eating, Lan Zhan refusing to eat
out a plastic vagina bc he's Not Into That, emotional manipulation/subdrop as a means
of getting WWX to do what LWJ wants, piss drinking, piss in food (again).

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Every once in a while, Wei Ying leaves the apartment to do whatever interview or odd-job
he’s managed to pick up. He comes home at varying times, depending on how well things go
or how long he has to work. On very bad or very good days, he comes back bearing one or
two shopping bags full of the junk food Lan Zhan refuses to buy him.

Today, he as one such engagement – he managed to actually secure an interview with a

graphics design company he’s had his eye on for a while.

He wakes up stupidly early to get ready, to the point that he actually runs into his early-bird
roommate before noon. Kind of. Okay, so he ends up catching Lan Zhan at the end of his
morning shower, too sleepy to recognize the sound of running water, just stumbling over to
the half-open door like a zombie and pushing through with no warning.

Muggy, damp air confuses his senses for a bit, but eventually he rubs his eyes and turns to see
– yep, Lan Zhan’s fully naked form, only slightly blurred by the transparent shower curtain,
blinking back at him.

“…”
Bleary eyes travel over those sharp cheekbones plastered with long strands of hair, a very
muscular chest accompanied by a cool matching tattoo they’d both gotten one regretful night
years ago, washboard abs, the weapon of mass dick-struction he’d spied when he busted in
on his best bud pissing not too long ago, and – he frowns.

“Hey, that’s my shampoo.”

Lan Zhan, behind the shower curtain that hides nothing, raises Wei Ying’s bottle of Men’s 3-
in-1, ingredient list facing out, and elegantly snorts. “Barely.”

Wei Ying processes that for a moment, eyes darting down to that soft monster between his
legs (because wow), over to Lan Zhan’s fancy shower products lining the wall, and back to
squint at the numerous unpronounceable chemicals listed on the side of his own bottle.
Flushing, he flaps his hands at Lan Zhan’s argument, annoyed that he’s being elitist over
some fucking shampoo.

His roommate huffs a mocking laugh, turning to show off his amazing back and thighs as he
puts the Men’s 3-in-1 back in its rightful corner of the shower.

Wei Ying doesn’t realize he’s staring until Lan Zhan, facing him once more, clears his throat
in a pointed, what the fuck are you doing up so early, manner.

“Ah!” Coming back alive, he grins sheepishly, ruffling the buzzed hair at the back of his
head. “You’re naked! I – have a 6:30 interview with that architecture firm I was telling you
about. Sorry, I didn’t realize you were still in here, since, you know, I always wake up later
than you.”

“Hm.” Lan Zhan’s still staring at him, expectant.

Wei Ying remembers that he came into the bathroom to do something. Trying to tame his
flushed cheeks, he grins weakly. “I, ah, needed to use the restroom.”

Humiliatingly, this situation is awfully familiar, as is the way his roommate lifts a single,
judgmental eyebrow.

“You know what to do.”

Wei Ying’s heart skips a beat as he rocks back onto his heels, feeling as though the words hit
him like a physical strike. He stutters, “Ah, aa, hum. I – guess?”

Lan Zhan turns back to his shower, cool as a cucumber. “If Wei Ying is incapable of going on
his own, he’ll have to wait until I’m finished to get any help.”

“I can piss on my own!” Wei Ying gasps, turning sharply so he’s facing the toilet. Pausing for
a second, he glances over his shoulder at where Lan Zhan is literally right next to him,
separated by a few scant inches and see-through plastic. His best friend is calmly scrubbing
himself down with a white washcloth, paying him no attention. Emboldened, Wei Ying slips
the waistband of his pajamas under his balls, one hand reaching out to hold his soft dick.
He stands there, paralyzed by a strong anxiety he can’t name, the sound of Lan Zhan
finishing up his morning ablutions strangely loud in his ears.

Lan Zhan turns off the water, opens the shower curtain, and stares somewhat derisively at
Wei Ying’s dry cock. “Is Wei Ying truly so helpless that he needs me to piss for him?”

Squawking, Wei Ying rips his gaze away from tracking rivulets of water running down that
strong chest. “I’m not helpless!”

Lan Zhan hums at that, dismissive.

Wei Ying swallows hard, trying to ignore the wet body slipping behind him to towel off. He
focuses on the full feeling in his bladder, the clear water in front of him. He manages to push
out a stuttering stream, the phantom feeling of a warm, calloused hand enveloping his dick
flashing through him.

He’s cut off by a firm elbow in his side, nudging him over as Lan Zhan, still fully nude, steps
up beside him.

“I said I can do it, Lan Zhan!”

Lan Zhan snorts quietly at that, large hand smoothly going down to cup his freshly washed
man meat. “I never said you couldn’t. Would you rather I piss in the sink while you stare at
you soft dick for the next half hour, willing yourself to go?”

Wei Ying’s aforementioned soft dick twitches at that mental image, filling Wei Ying with
mortification. “You – fine! Do whatever, it’s your house anyways.”

Lan Zhan nods, eyes locking with Wei Ying’s, and stats pissing.

As if drawn by the sound, Wei Ying drops his attention to the fat dick held by those elegant
fingers, transfixed by the strong flow of crystal-clear pee rushing out of its tip.

Bladder pulsing in sympathy, he finds himself reflexively letting his muscles unclench, piss
flowing out to add a second stream plunging into the toilet bowl below. Wei Ying’s release is
faster, coming out with a hiss as it’s light-yellow hue spreads through the water.

Restless, he fidgets, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he unleashes his morning piss
with unexpected company. His stream of piss rocks slightly, intersecting with Lan Zhan’s
more than once, their pee mixing as it falls.

Wei Ying bites back an inappropriate moan at the sight, struggling to fight off yet another
boner while he and Lan Zhan piss together for a second time.

He finishes first, bladder pleasantly empty, his head fuzzy. He stands there, cock slowly
hardening in his loose fist as he watches Lan Zhan’s relaxed face, his immaculate posture, his
pissing dick…

The clear piss spurting from that beautiful cock slows, trickling to a halt. Lan Zhan shakes
twice, wringing the last stubborn drops from the crown of his dick, steps back to wrap a
towel around his trim waist, washes his hands, then nods at Wei Ying as he exits the
bathroom.

Wei Ying looks down, now that he can actually focus on something other than his best friend,
staring at his erect cock jutting out over a toilet full of their mixed piss.

Without pausing to pull up his pants or wash his hands, he wanders his way back to his
bedroom in a daze.

Fumbling, he reaches under his bed for the box of sex toys he keeps in case of horny-
emergencies. He needs, he – he needs something inside of him.

Blindly grabbing his most embarrassing purchase ever, Wei Ying wiggles out of his pants
entirely, only to freeze as he hungrily pushes the head of his dildo against the dry clutch of
his asshole. The interview – he doesn’t have time to finger himself open wide enough for
what he needs.

Hissing in frustration, he lays the dildo down on his bed, balls up, tip pointed away from the
edge, and sits down, letting his balls rest against the fake ones as its cool length presses along
his crack. He reaches over to grab his pocket pussy, thrusting it onto his cock almost
violently, wishing it was his ass he could play with instead.

Rutting down on the toy beneath him, he mindlessly fucks into the inviting fake pussy. The
soft silicone makes a loud squelching as he works it over his cock, hands blurring, moans
falling from his panting lips.

He grinds down every time the head of his dildo catches on the rim of his hole, losing himself
to the overwhelming emptiness, the need to be filled even as his hands flies over his dick,
forcing himself into the fleshlight with blinding speed.

Almost, he’s almost – a sob of frustration escapes him as his body refuses to fall over that
edge, to give him the release he so desperately craves. He’s trapped in a useless cycle of
pleasure, fruitlessly stripping his dick raw, until –

“Wei Ying.”

- he whines, high and thin, as every muscle in his body clenches. He grinds in short circles
against the dildo, pocket pussy shoved all the way onto his cock as he cums for a second time
to Lan Zhan calling his name.

Vision whiting out, his hips twitch erratically as he creampies his pocket pussy, sparing an
absent thought as to how much of a pain it’ll be to clean it out.

The door to his bedroom slowly swings open, snapping him rudely out of his post-orgasm
bliss.

Shit, he never closed his door!

…
Shit! Lan Zhan’s going to see Wei Ying half naked and balls deep in fake pussy!

“Wait!”

Frantic, he bundles up his sheets and pushes the resulting ball of fabric over his lap. Perfect!
No funny business here!

Lan Zhan pokes his head into the messy room, no sign of almost catching his lost-cause of a
friend masturbating showing on his face. Wei Ying is smooth.

“Wei Ying, it’s almost time for you to leave for your interview.”

Face red and dripping sweat, Wei Ying tries to laugh off his suspicious appearance. “Ahahah,
I’ll be out in a minute! Thanks for keeping me on schedule again, Lan Zhan!”

Lan Zhan stares at him a little longer, just deadpan enough to make Wei Ying really nervous,
before nodding. Retreating into the hallway with a quiet “good luck”, he leaves Wei Ying
alone.

Wei Ying falls backwards on his bed, bringing a hand up to cover his eyes. He’s going to
develop a pavlovian response at this rate, cumming whenever Lan Zhan calls his name from
another room.

Ignoring the weak pulse of interest from his traitor of a dick, he pulls out of the sloppy
fleshlight, burying it under his sheets along with the dildo as he throws on his interview outfit
– a nice pair of slacks he doesn’t remember owning and a decently tight red button down. In
less than a minute, he’s sprinting down the sidewalk to the bus, bag slung over his shoulder
and breakfast smoothie clutched in his hand, courtesy of his loving roommate.

Silence rings through the apartment after Wei Ying slams the front door shut behind him.

Calmly, Lan Zhan gets up from his seat at the kitchen table, neatly bookmarking his place in
the poem collection he’s reading before making his way to Wei Ying’s room.

He makes a detour by the bathroom, snapping a picture of the piss filled toilet and saving it to
his “Wei Ying’s Progress” folder. He flushes away the evidence of his love’s training and
continues.

Wei Ying’s habit of never closing doors inside the apartment frequently combines with his
tendency to utterly lose himself to pleasure, which allows Lan Zhan to not infrequently film
his wanton displays through the crack between door and doorframe. Lan Zhan is grateful that
his phone is much more inconspicuous than the rest of him, slipping into places Lan Zhan
can’t fit and letting him steal a view of what Wei Ying so desperately wants to hide.
Because he knows what he’s looking for, he doesn’t waste any time going to lift the tangle of
sheets on Wei Ying’s bed, tossing them into the pile of dirty laundry next to it.

A flash of red pauses his movements, and he plucks the crumpled, crusty red panties out of
the sheets they’d been hidden in – he was wondering where these had gone, sadly absent
from Wei Ying’s dirty pile ever since the wetting incident. It seems that Wei Ying shoved
them into his sheets and promptly forgot about them.

He drops the thoroughly used underwear next to the abandoned sex toys sitting on the
mattress. The fleshlight’s opening lies on the shaft of the dildo, and must have previously
been pointed down while wrapped in the sheets, the angle steep enough for Wei Ying’s cum
to spill out of the fake vagina and onto the dildo.

Lan Zhan picks up the fake cock Wei Ying had so obviously craved and licks it from balls to
tip with broad strokes of his tongue, imagining he can taste Wei Ying’s sweat through the
silicone. He pays extra attention to the cum pooling down one side of the shaft, cleaning it
thoroughly before sucking it into his mouth tip first, deepthroating it as he lazily palms his
erection.

He toys with the dildo for a bit, imagining Wei Ying squirming before him, panting and
clutching at his shoulders as Lan Zhan sucks his cock.

Tiring of that fantasy, he releases the fake dick, dropping it carelessly as he considers the
other two items he hasn’t used yet.

After a moment of contemplation, he picks up the pocket pussy and brings it closer to his
face. He’s never willingly eaten out anyone with a vagina, and no matter how much he wants
Wei Ying’s cum, he doesn’t want to break that streak.

Instead, he swipes his fingers through the cum leaking out of it, bringing them to his mouth
and licking them clean. No longer in danger of potentially wasting any of Wei Ying’s cum by
letting it drip from the pussy onto the floor, he grabs the panties and stuffs them into the
fleshlight’s tight opening.

With two long fingers, he pushes the red scrap of fabric deeper into the cum-slick channel,
still warm from its recent use. When only a flash of red remains outside the fleshy lips, he
pulls them out and repeats the process twice more.

Finally, he pulls the panties free completely, letting them dangle from his finer, limp and wet
with Wei Ying’s fresh cum.

Tilting his head back, he drapes the sodden panties over his face, huffing the overwhelming
scent of cum as he uses his free hand to unleash his dripping cock.

He flicks his tongue out to taste the wet fabric, guiding the fleshlight onto his dick by touch
alone.

Fucking into that tiny, sticky channel, surrounded by Wei Ying’s scent and taste, Lan Zhan
feels as though he’s ascending.
Viciously, he shoves as much of his cock as he can into the toy, imagining Wei Ying’s
struggling form underneath him after he bursts into his love’s room and flips him over in his
bed, raping his shapely ass. His lovely slut would by crying, overstimulated with his cock in
a fleshlight and his ass full of real, hard meat, babbling about needing to make it to his
interview… Lan Zhan would never let him go, would keep him here, speared open on his
cock forever, until he learned to accept it, to welcome it…

Lan Zhan moans loudly into damp fabric, trying to break Wei Ying’s toy, trying to shove
more of himself than physically possible into that tight proxy, filling it up with heavy strings
of cum.

After he comes down from his high, he removes himself from the battered toy and wipes his
dick clean with Wei Ying’s ruined panties. Giving in to an errant thought that flashes through
his blissed-out mind, he picks up the dildo and fucks it into the fleshlight, coating it with his
seed before separating the two and throwing them back into Wei Ying’s toy box.

His needs seen to, Lan Zhan picks up the used clothes and dirty sheets, moving to the laundry
room to wash everything.

Two hours later, Wei Ying returns home with a bright smile and a shopping bag hanging from
one hand.

“I got the job! Well, I showed up late to the interview and thought everything was going
terribly, but they were so desperate for employees that they agreed to take me on as an intern.
If I manage to impress them for six months, I’ll have the job for real!” He swings his hands
into the air, dancing up to Lan Zhan and giving him a quick, giddy hug before skittering away
to the kitchen table. “I’ve already got a project!”

Lan Zhan blinks, pleasantly surprised at how touchy Wei Ying is, and follows him into the
kitchen. “Good job, Wei Ying.”

Vibrant grey eyes beam up at him as the excitable man sets up his spot at the table, plugging
in his laptop and arranging his recently purchased unhealthy snacks around him. Clearly, he
intends to get straight to work.

Lan Zhan eyes the array of junk food, pausing slightly on a bottle of apple juice (Wei Ying’s
favorite non-caffeinated, non-alcoholic beverage) and the water bottle (Lan Zhan’s training at
work, a learned behavior he sticks to even without active reinforcement) next to it.

He leaves Wei Ying to his new-found work.

…
At noon, he returns to the kitchen – Wei Ying is sitting where he left him, hard at work,
focused intently on his computer.

Lan Zhan sits across the table from him, pulls out his phone, and opens up his saved videos.
First, he plays one of his experimental guqin recordings, making sure his headphones are
properly connected and his phone’s speakers won’t play the music out loud. Once he
confirms his Bluetooth connection is secure, he closes out of his work folder and pulls up his
Wei Ying folder.

Starting with this morning’s video, he leans back in his chair, one hand confidently slipping
under the table and undoing his pants. Full of intent, he plays with the partially full condom
covering his cock, occasionally switching his gaze from his phone to the busy Wei Ying
sitting across from him.

Pumping himself to full mast, he squeezes his cock harshly as he slides through his previous
load of cum, letting the recorded moans playing through his headphones heat his blood, the
thrill of doing something so invasive right in front of the one he’s using for his own pleasure
making him break out into pleasant chills.

When he gets close to cumming, he tangles his feet with Wei Ying’s beneath the table.
Startled out of his work, Wei Ying grins at him and nudges back, hitting his calf with the
socked toes of his foot. Lan Zhan fills today’s lunch condom as he stares into Wei Ying’s
lovely face, his clueless smile sealing the deal.

Lan Zhan milks himself lazily, digging the nail of his thumb into his slit as well as he can
around the rubber as Wei Ying turns back to his laptop. Not bothering to tuck his softening
dick away, he stands and walks over to the fridge, opening the door to make a visual burier
between them.

He grabs the tall cup holding the rest of Wei Ying’s smoothie that didn’t fit into his morning
thermos, tugs off the full condom, and squeezes its contents into the dark liquid. With that
done, he sticks his soft dick into the partially filled glass, not stopping until the tip rests
against the bottom and his balls kiss the rim. With a nearly silent sigh, he relaxes his bladder
and pisses into the drink, increasing the amount of fluid in the glass until he has to pull back
so just his tip is submerged, filling it up to the top that way.

Left with a very full cup and a juice covered dick, Lan Zhan rolls the used condom back onto
his dripping dick to collect for dinner. He puts his penis away, carefully grabs the glass, and
closes the fridge door. He grabs some frozen fruit and kale from the freezer to turn the juice
into a smoothie once more, combines the liquid and solids in the blender, and pours out Wei
Ying’s lunch.

Placing his concoction in front of the working man, he lets the warm feeling of love flood
through him as Wei Ying thanks him profusely, abandoning the junk food to guzzle down Lan
Zhan’s cum and piss like it’s the only thing truly craves.
…

Dinner goes by in much the same manner, and it is only as the soft fingers of dusk spread into
the waning light streaming through their kitchen windows that Wei Ying starts to squirm.

Normally hyper focused on his projects, it’s obvious when his concentration breaks.

Lan Zhan looks up form his book to watch the process.

It starts with the occasional shift in weight, Wei Ying swaying from side to side as he ignores
his bladder. Next, he starts fidgeting, tapping his fingers, jiggling his foot. Then, he squirms.

Assuming he didn’t pee on his way back from his interview, Wei Ying has consumed three
smoothies, one large bottle of apple juice, one bottle of water, and at least three more glasses
of water Lan Zhan forced into him. He hasn’t relieved himself in twelve hours.

Wei Ying remains sitting at the kitchen table, squirming almost violently as he frantically
types with one hand, the other pressing down on his dick.

Lan Zhan is very lucky with how much he’s getting from Wei Ying today. He grabs his
phone, pulls up his camera, and starts recording the desperate squirming, enjoying the show.
Once Wei Ying is reduced to simply staring at the screen, both hands clasped desperately
around his dick, Lan Zhan props his phone against his water glass and stands.

Calmly, he walks over and slides into place behind Wei Ying, opening his fly and taking out
his bare, half-hard erection. Ready for what will happen next, he clamps his hands down on
those mouthwateringly broad shoulders.

“Wei Ying.”

Wei Ying jerks, startling out of his concentration completely. “Wha – Lan Zhan? Do you
need something?”

Lan Zhan gazes down at the trembling hands clenching over Wei Ying’s crotch. “No, but you
do.”

Wei Ying looks blankly at him for all of two seconds before the signals his body has been
trying to send him for hours finally catch up. He lights up like a tomato and groans.

“Not again! Lan Zhan, why does this keep happening?!”

Lan Zhan reaches out to close Wei Ying’s laptop, clearing the scene for his phone’s camera.
“It happens because Wei Ying cannot help himself.”

Wei Ying whines at that, hanging his head since he can’t bare to take his hands off of his
dick.
“Since you can’t do it on your own, I will do it for you,” Lan Zhan says, forcing him to stand.
Wei Ying tries to double over, curling in on himself to keep pressure on his bladder, but Lan
Zhan doesn’t let him.

“Lan Zhan, I can’t –”

“I know you can’t,” Lan Zhan interrupts, running a hand over Wei Ying’s quivering stomach.
“Wei Ying has already demonstrated that he requires assistance when it comes to knowing
what his body needs.”

Wei Ying lets out a choked sob, one hand releasing his no-doubt leaking cock to grab onto
Lan Zhan’s sleeve, holding on for dear life.

Lan Zhan hums, pleased, and makes him take a step back from the table.

Shaking his head hysterically, Wei Ying babbles, “No, no! I won’t make it! Lan Zhan, I really
won’t make it – please!”

Shushing him, Lan Zhan strokes his stomach in a vaguely soothing manner, not really caring
if the man in his arms calms down or not. He reaches for Wei Ying’s empty bottle of apple
juice.

“I know.”

When he bats Wei Ying’s remaining hand off his dick, he starts crying, fat tears rolling
soundlessly down his cheeks as he vibrates with desperation and shame. It’s wonderful.

In a move that’s rapidly becoming familiar, Lan Zhan digs his fingers under Wei Ying’s
waistband and pulls out his sad cock, already dripping with piss. He releases his prize, letting
it flop uselessly against the front of the black slacks Lan Zhan bought him because he knew
they would frame his ass perfectly.

Wei Ying whines, turning his head to bury his face in Lan Zhan’s shoulder.

“None of that,” he says, using the hand Wei Ying has attached himself to to manhandle his
love’s face to look at his pathetic cock, hanging out in the open air of their kitchen, slowly
oozing piss. “How will you learn if you can’t see?”

He releases Wei Ying’s chin to reach down and control his dick, the man’s whole arm forced
to follow the motion because of his grip on Lan Zhan’s sleeve.

Lan Zhan brings the empty jug into Wei Ying’s line of sight. “Since Wei Ying cannot help
himself, I will make sure he gets what he needs.”

Wei Ying’s breath hitches at that, unconsciously pressing his full ass into Lan Zhan’s crotch.
His bare dick twitches as the fabric of his slacks rubs against it, precum beading at the tip
before he grinds forward far enough to wipe it on that bitable ass.

He brings the lip of the jug up to Wei Ying’s dick and meanly shoves the soft, spongy tip
inside. Releasing his dick, he moves to press harshly into his bladder to encourage his lovely
slut to get on with this lesson.

Wei Ying starts pissing immediately, no sign of this morning’s hesitation as he groans in
relief.

Hot yellow pee blasts into the plastic container, foaming slightly at the strength of Wei Ying’s
current. Designed to hold multiple servings, it fills up startlingly quickly.

Wei Ying’s hips are circling against him, clearly trying to push his pissing cock further into
the somewhat tight opening. He’s getting hard, panting against Lan Zhan as he debases
himself, pissing like a wild animal.

Lan Zhan’s so in love it hurts.

Using the thoughtless flexing of Wei Ying’s ass, he ruts against the firm cheeks before him,
precum creating a dark patch where the tip of his cock repeatedly rubs into the fabric at the
small of Wei Ying’s back. Wei Ying is utterly helpless in his hands, so trusting, so open, he
would do anything Lan Zhan made him and be grateful for it – with a quiet grunt, he
orgasms, his dick jerking against the ass of Wei Ying’s fancy slacks, cum streaking up to stain
the back of his dress shirt, almost hitting the buzzed hair at the base of his neck. He feels like
he’s floating.

A breathy groan grabs his attention, forcing him to look back at Wei Ying’s dick, now shoved
half-way into the bottle and worryingly swollen with arousal. He’s peed so much, the
reservoir sloshes against his still weeping cock, almost completely full.

Lan Zhan roughly massages the last spurts out of him, murmuring comments on how
obedient he’s being, how well he’s learning into his ear as he goes.

Wei Ying slumps against him, all of the tension leeching from his body.

So trusting.

Lan Zhan rips his hard cock out of the jug’s opening, squishing the delicate organ harshly in
the process. It’s just small enough to fit through the rim.

Wei Ying shrieks in pain, both hands now clutching at Lan Zhan like a lifeline.

Ignoring the sobbing man collapsing on his front, Lan Zhan calmly reaches out to grab the
juice cap from the table, twisting it on smoothly before lifting the jug to inspect it.

Titillatingly hot to the touch, the foam has settled and Wei Ying’s urine lays unassumingly
still. With how long his love has been holding it, it’s bright yellow. If he didn’t know any
better, he could even mistake if for the apple juice the label proclaims it to be.

Wei Ying freezes as Lan Zhan sighs in disappointment.

“Lan Zhan?”
Shaking his head, Lan Zhan drops Wei Ying in his chair, then drags it parallel to the table,
facing Lan Zhan. He holds up the jug of piss for Wei Ying to see and watches his eyes widen
as he takes in just how badly he needed to go.

“Pathetic.”

Wei Ying flinches as if slapped.

“No self-control. You must listen to your body before you damage yourself. Healthy urine
doesn’t look like this.”

Lan Zhan holds the apple juice jug out to Wei Ying, who takes and cradles it to his chest, like
he’s trying to internalize the proof of his shameful lack of control. Satisfied, he reaches out
for the empty water bottle, uncapping it with little fanfare.

Holding the comparatively tiny opening up to the head of his dick, he promptly starts
flooding the bottle with clear piss. Under Wei Ying’s wide eyes, he fills it all the way up to
the top, cuts off the flow at the very last second, and squishes his cock head against the rim to
clean off the last few stubborn drops of piss. Like with Wei Ying’s jug, he replaces the lid on
the bottle and holds it up to the light.

The liquid is completely clear, no hint of yellow to be found.

He hands the bottle to Wei Ying, forcing him to rearrange how he’s clutching at his apple
juice yellow piss.

Wei Ying stares at the new bottle in wonder, his pupils blown as he turns it over in his hands,
no doubt feeling how the warmth radiates through the plastic. Once he completes his
examination, he looks back at Lan Zhan, waiting for him to tell him what to do next.

So beautifully malleable.

Lan Zhan tucks his dick back into his pants. “This is what proper urine should look like.
Clear, no holding for ridiculous amounts of time, no heightened risk of UTIs or bladder
stones. This is the third time Wei Ying has failed in this regard – I will have to monitor you
more closely to ensure you’re properly listening to your body.”

Of course, he knows that Wei Ying is altogether incapable of pissing on a healthy schedule;
he gets far too absorbed in his work for that. Plus, Lan Zhan doesn’t want him to fix this – it
gives him the perfect excuse to peep on Wei Ying as he pisses, gets him used to equating Lan
Zhan with piss, and piss with pleasure. He can’t wait until he can punish his lovely Wei Ying
for failing.

Lan Zhan gives him a once over, taking in his gazed eyes, the tear tracks on his cheeks, the
two bottles of piss grasped tightly to his chest, and his leaking erection, all but forgotten in
the face of Lan Zhan’s disappointment.

He’s perfect.
Lan Zhan grabs the hand with his water bottle filled with clear piss and lifts it so the cap is
pressed to Wei Ying’s mouth. “Hydrate yourself better.”

He releases Wei Ying, leans across the table to grab his phone, and leaves for bed.

Wei Ying’s head feels stuffy, full of cotton. He just pissed himself in front of Lan Zhan again.
Lan Zhan pissed in front of him. He’s not peeing right.

He disappointed Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan made him piss in a bottle, saw him get hard, and was disappointed.

He feels like he’s going to cry again. God, why is he still hard?!

…Ugh. His throat is parched. Wei Ying can’t believe he’s thirsty after all of that.

Unbidden, his eyes dart down to the water bottle laying in his lap where he dropped it after
Lan Zhan pushed it against his lips and told him to drink more.

He licks his lips. Lifts the bottle. Eyes it nervously.

He gets as far as opening the lid and bringing it to his mouth, tilted far enough back that the
hot liquid rests against his tightly closed lips before he chickens out. He re-caps the bottle
and flees upstairs, leaving only the not-apple juice abandoned on the table.

In his room, he feels yet another rush of mortification sweeps through him at the sight of his
neatly made bed, freshly laundered clothes folded in neat piles on the end. At the very top of
his clean clothes sits those damn red panties, spread out, undeniably on display.

His dick throbs as humiliated tears leak down his cheeks once more. He drops to all fours,
grabs his fleshlight, and pitifully curls around it, fucking it deeply enough to hit the still tacky
cum buried in its depths. He thinks about those rough hands, disappointed clear eyes, and
what has to be desperately imagined pressure rutting up against his ass as he pissed
uncontrollably at the kitchen table.

He cums with a broken sob, wishing that he could do just one thing right, do something,
anything to make Lan Zhan proud of him.

Blearily smacking his dry lips together, he uncurls from the ball he’d formed as he orgasmed.
Too tired to pry his oversensitive cock from the pocket pussy, he rolls his head to the side to
look for the glass of water Lan Zhan always leaves out for him.

His eyes fall on that damn water bottle.

Swallowing a lump in his throat, he crawls over to where it rolled, fleshlight falling off his
dick halfway through his journey. He kneels, limp dick coating his nice pants in cum, holding
a bottle full of Lan Zhan’s piss like it’s something precious, like it can give him the answers
he desperately needs.

He can feel his restraint growing weaker the longer he stares at it, wondering.

At the very least, it can give him one answer.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he opens the bottle and puts it to his lips.

Wei Ying swallows.

One Month Later

Wei Ying buzzes down the stairs, awake at a reasonable time for once.

Lan Zhan looks up from the stove and gives him a soft look, moving to serve the breakfast
he’s been tending to, waiting for his Wei Ying.

“Thanks, Lan Zhan! You’re the best!” Wei Ying beams up at his wonderful roommate, ready
to dig into his wonderful, spicy food. His eyes widen as Lan Zhan pours out a glass of apple
juice for him.

“Juice? Lan Zhan, are you allowing me to be unhealthy?” he teases, fluttering his eyelashes at
his stoic best friend.

Inclining his head, Lan Zhan remains unbothered. “Wei Ying is the one who bought this. I
will not be wasteful.”

Confused, Wei Ying tilts his head to the side, trying to remember when he was able to sneak
out and buy apple juice. When he comes up empty handed, he shrugs and takes it at face
value.
 He guesses he bought it forever ago and has just been stashing it away, saving it for the
perfect moment, and Lan Zhan just finally found his illicit stash.

Breakfast carries on as usual, Wei Ying wolfing down solid food for once instead of his
customary smoothie, Lan Zhan casually browsing his phone.

Wei Ying takes a sip of his apple juice and immediately spits it back into his cup.

Lan Zhan looks up, alarmed. “Wei Ying?”

Face on fire, Wei Ying grabs the cup and pulls it closer to himself, as if Lan Zhan might try to
reach out and grab it. “Nothing, nothing! It just went down the wrong pipe!”

Lan Zhan calms down, but still looks worried.

Grimacing, Wei Ying forces himself to chug the contents of his cup, barely able to hold onto
his smile. “See? I’m fine!”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan says, doubtful. Nonetheless, he fills up Wei Ying’s cup with more “juice”,
always mindful of his friend’s needs.

Wei Ying’s eye twitches.

He remembers when he bought this apple juice.

The second Lan Zhan leaves the room, Wei Ying swears he will pour the whole damn jug
down the drain and light it on fire. For now, he has to finish his meal, tainted by the taste of
month-old piss, trying not to need to drink anything as he goes.

(Wei Ying still ends up drinking the second cup of piss Lan Zhan poured for him.)

((Lan Zhan laughs silently as he watches Wei Ying pour his “apple juice” down the sink with
a vengeance, cursing the whole while. His cousin is not the only Lan capable of playing
jokes, and Wei Ying is long overdue a good prank.))

Chapter End Notes

LZ def almost pissed himself bc if WY had come in any earlier he would have caught
him busing a nut into that 3-in-1.

The "1 month later" omake is not meant to be taken seriously, and is there to A. tie up
the apple juice/piss loose end, and B. not end the installment on an emotionally fucked
note.

Next addition to this may or may not include "Wei Ying" having an "accident" while
he's asleep, I just had to let LWJ set the stage before reaching the "wet the bed for him"
step of his evil plan.
Y'all are watering my crops, pls keep any suggestions coming if you've got them.
 Shut Your Mouth Lay Down and Don't Move for About 8 Hours
Chapter Summary

Everybody's got that voice in their head, "It's party time, you can sleep when you're
dead." But sometimes I hear another voice (this one scares me) "Shut your mouth lay
down and don't move for about 8 hours. Zip your fuckhole and close your eyes,
motherfucker gonna get some sleep tonight."

Lan Zhan helps put his roommate to bed after a night of drinking, and they deal with the
consequences in the morning.

Chapter Notes

Guess who caught covid and is spending their recovery time writing terrible, piss-filled
smut? This author. Enjoy.

Tom Cardy's song (8 hours) is stuck on repeat in my head, so I figured there was not
better way to honor it than naming this chapter of filth after it.

Again, this isn't super proof-read, so please let me know if you spot any mistakes.

CW: dubcon blowjob/piss drinking when one party is black out drunk, as well as jerking
the drunk party off and then cumming onto their unconscious body. Pissing on someone
who's asleep. The poor panties get abused again. Verbal humiliation, spanking. Terrible
porno dialogue for a hot second.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Wei Ying is something of an alcoholic – he drinks heavily, if not as often as he used to before
Lan Zhan came into his life.

Lan Zhan is used to watching the love of his life sway back into their apartment at some
ungodly hour of the night, stumbling over his own feet, flushed with alcohol.

He likes to think that he’s been a positive influence in this regard, distracting Wei Ying so
that the number of times he feels the need to drown his sorrows decreases to twice a month,
rather than twice a week.
Regardless, he has experience with how Wei Ying acts when he’s drunk (soft, adorning,
clingy), and what he remembers the next morning (far too much, seemingly the only time his
memory actually works). The only exception is when the young man gets truly black out
drunk, which happens once a year, on his birthday.

Lan Zhan’s never really liked Halloween before, never one to talk to more people than
necessary or for staying up late. Now, though, as Wei Ying stumbles through the front door
wearing glitter, a bright red crop top, shorts so small they leave his ass cheeks hanging out,
and fishnets, he feels like it’s a holiday he can really start getting into, in a manner of
speaking.

Wei Ying spends a ridiculous amount of time trying to remove his sneakers in the front hall,
bending over at the waist as he does so, putting his shapely ass on display, a thin strip of
denim the only thing covering his dick and hole.

Casually, Lan Zhan snaps a picture of the irresistible sight, lightly palming his dick with his
other hand. He wants to bite those cheeks raw, mark them up until they bleed-

Finally overcoming the trial that is taking off his shoes, Wei Ying stands and spots Lan Zhan,
flinging himself into his arms.

“Lan Zhan! I missed you so much, you’re the bestest best to ever best, I loooove
yooooouuuuu!”

Lan Zhan puts his arms around this walking wet dream, letting his hands go down to grope
his ass as he lightly grinds his growing erection into that bare stomach. Wei Ying only
professes his love for others when he’s too far gone to remember anything that happens on
nights like these. It’s a handy metric.

It may be Wei Ying’s birthday, but he’s certainly giving Lan Zhan quite the present.

“I love you to. Let’s head back to the living room to get you hydrated.”

Plastered against him, Wei Ying giggles. “Okay!”

Lan Zhan frog marches Wei Ying over to the couch, hands not leaving that ass until he needs
to dump him onto the couch.

Grey eyes stare up at him, adoration shining through the alcohol.

He reaches down to grab the water glass he pre-positioned ahead of time and presses it into
Wei Ying’s unsteady hands. Staring at that trusting face, he lowers his pants and exposes his
half-hard cock to the inebriated birthday boy in front of him, who doesn’t even blink as he’s
flashed.

“I’ll pour you some water,” Lan Zhan says, more for himself than anything, hot and bothered
over the idea of still deceiving Wei Ying while he watches the truth happen, too drunk to
understand everything Lan Zhan’s been doing to him.
Gripping his hard cock, he points it at the glass cupped in those loose hands. With a grunt, he
starts pissing, loudly filling it up from empty. Once it’s about halfway full, he starts pumping
his fist over his hard dick, forcing the flow to peter off as he lets his pleasure overwhelm the
desire to piss.

Wei Ying’s eyes follow his hand as he jerks off, uncomprehending.

“Ah, there seems to be something blocking your water,” Lan Zhan pants, dipping his thumb
into the tip of his foreskin, wet with piss. He’s perfectly aware that he sounds like a shitty
porno, but at this point he doesn’t even care.

Wei Ying gasps, his whole face screaming dismay at the thought of something not working
perfectly for his bestest-best friend.

“Oh no! Can I help? I want to help!”

Lan Zhan nods, shuffles closer until he’s standing between those long, bare thighs. He taps
the glass half full of piss. “Don’t spill.”

With that, he grabs Wei Ying’s ponytail and jerks his head forward, taking a few seconds to
rub his straining erection over flushed cheeks. Releasing his dick from where it’s propped up
on Wei Ying’s face, longer than his head, he traces his fingers over plump lips, sliding them
inside and forcing that wet, red mouth open.

He shoves his fingers in and out, coating them liberally with Wei Ying’s saliva as he tests just
how far down his throat he can push before Wei Ying gags. The answer is disappointingly far,
but Lan Zhan supposes that his lack of gag reflex will be better in the long run.

Finger fucking his roommate’s mouth for a few more minutes, Lan Zhan finally pulls out,
using his soaked digits to wet his cock. At long last, he positions the angrily pulsing head of
his cock, no doubt still damp with piss, at Wei Ying’s mouth.

With a loud groan, he shoves forward, enveloping himself in cushy, pulsating bliss.

Once inside, the hand that was feeding his dick to Wei Ying joins the other at the back of his
head. He uses his grip to fuck Wei Ying onto his cock, relishing in the wet clicking sounds
coming from the spasming throat he’s violating.

Very quickly, spit gathers in Wei Ying’s mouth, dripping down Lan Zhan’s shaft and pooling
at his balls.

Lan Zhan rolls his hips forward, sinking deep enough that half of his dick is buried in Wei
Ying, who beings choking.

He holds him there for a little while, enjoying the frantic spasms massaging his dick, but
eventually relents and slips out far enough to let his slut breathe.

Lan Zhan repeats that same process over and over again until he’s able to force all of himself
down Wei Ying’s throat.
The first time he feels those wet lips around the base of his cock, Wei Ying’s cute nose
shoved into his pubic hair, he grinds Wei Ying’s face into his pelvis, loving the miserable
choked sounds it pulls from his love.

He lets go of his restraint and fucks brutally into that abused mouth, hands in his hair
allowing him to use his throat like the fucktoy it is.

Wei Ying’s whines and frantic breathing add an extra layer of realism, helping Lan Zhan to
differentiate this from his various different dirty fantasies starring the same subject.

The sounds and sensation of his balls slapping against Wei Ying’s chin as the slut chokes and
slobbers over his dick is one he won’t ever forget.

Groaning in satisfaction, he pulls Wei Ying’s face flush with his body, smashing that slim
nose into his sweaty crotch once more as he cums down that spasming throat.

Sighing in pleasure, Lan Zhan releases his harsh grip on that bouncy ponytail, stroking his
fingers lovingly down Wei Ying’s puffed out cheeks, wiping away his tears.

“That fixed it. Drink up, Wei Ying.”

Without an erection to make pissing difficult, he floods Wei Ying’s mouth with the rest of his
pee.

His little toy is able to swallow most of it, but what comes out too quickly for him escapes
the corners of his mouth, running down his chin and throat in small streams, eventually
soaking into his flimsy crop top.

Bladder empty and balls lighter, he pulls out, admiring the sight of a flushed, crying Wei Ying
cradled in his hands. Bending over, he kisses that swollen mouth, diving his tongue into that
abused cavern. He tastes of piss and cum, only a hint of alcohol left for Lan Zhan to find as
he strokes his tongue over Wei Ying’s, coaxing him into clumsily kissing back.

After a few minutes of making out, Lan Zhan retreats, standing up.

Wei Ying looks completely wrecked, hair in disarray, tears staining his cheeks, mouth red and
swollen, spit and piss coating his chin. Lan Zhan leans forward to press a light kiss to his
forehead, unbearable pleased with himself.

He grabs Wei Ying’s hands, still clasped around his “water”, and brings the cup up to his lips.
“Drink.”

Blindly obedient, Wei Ying obeys, polishing off Lan Zhan’s piss in two gulps, licking his lips
after.

“Good slut,” Lan Zhan murmurs into his ear, taking the empty glass from him and setting it
on the side table. “You look beautiful taking what you’re given, taking my cock. You were
made for me.”
He hefts Wei Ying to his feet, leading him back to his bedroom. Once there, he lays his
personal slut in training down on his bed and props his phone up on the nightstand. He makes
sure it has a good view of the while bed before he turns his attention to the hard-on straining
against Wei Ying’s skin-tight booty shorts.

Joining him on the bed, Lan Zhan settles between those splayed legs and caresses Wei Ying’s
dick through his pants. “What a desperate slut you are, getting so hard from sucking me off.”

Wei Ying whines, pushing his hips up into Lan Zhan’s touch.

Lan Zhan laughs at him as he unzips his fly, revealing his panty-clad erection. The red fabric
is wet where Wei Ying’s tip rubs against it, already leaking precum like a dirty whore,
gagging for cock.

He grips the smaller man’s dick, stroking him through his panties, letting his other hand
kneed at those full asscheeks before slipping around two layers of fabric to access the tight
furl of Wei Ying’s asshole.

Lowering his head, Lan Zhan licks at Wei Ying, ensuring his panties are completely soaked.
He thumbs over his hole, occasionally pushing this tip of his finger in, enjoying the frantic
squirming of Wei Ying’s hips.

Wei Ying cums quickly, coating the inside of his panties inches away from where Lan Zhan’s
tongue is laving attention over his dick, pushing back onto the dry drag of the index finger
breeching him as it thrust in and out of him.

Humming in satisfaction, Lan Zhan pulls back.

Instead of realizing after his birthday orgasm, Wei Ying starts squirming. When he reaches
for his spent cock, both hands pressing hard over his open fly, Lan Zhan realizes what’s going
on.

Quickly, he reaches down and strips Wei Ying out of his pants and underwear, batting away
his hands as they try to cup his dick, he pauses, thinking, then slides the booty shorts back on,
leaving them pulled down around his thighs, framing his ass nicely.

Next, he pulls down his own pants, flips them over to lay under Wei Ying’s quivering body,
and hikes his sleep shirt up over his chest.

Bringing his hands to rest on Wei Ying’s hips, he strokes soothing circles into the tender flesh
as his love tries yet again to not piss himself in front of Lan Zhan.

He’s never been into people pissing on him, but this opportunity is too good for him to pass
up.

Wei Ying whimpers, frantically shaking his head.

Lan Zhan sighs fondly, but puts a hard edge into his voice when he reprimands his naughty
love. “Wei Ying. I told you to stop holding it for so long.”
His love keens, apparently unable to form words.

Lan Zhan releases his hips, guiding him to sit on his lap, bare ass sliding over his quickly
recovering dick. He digs his fingers into Wei Ying’s bladder, watching him thrash at the
pressure.

“It is no one’s fault but your own if you can’t control your dick well enough to not make a
mess. Let go, Wei Ying.”

Hazy, tear-filled eyes find his as Wei Ying hiccups and releases his dick. A second later, he
starts pissing, the hot stream gushing over Lan Zhan’s stomach, pooling at his navel and
flowing over his sides to soak into Wei Ying’s mattress.

He reaches out, grabbing the dick pissing all over him and angling it upwards, letting the arch
splatter onto his chest before turning the stream back onto Wei Ying himself. It soaks through
his shirt, running down his lean torso and back over the vee of his hips.

Lan Zhan shoves himself up the mattress a bit, bringing his rapidly hardening dick from
behind Wei Ying’s ass to pressing up against his pissing dick.

He ruts into the man above him, dick slippery with piss, jostling Wei Ying and causing his
stream to spray haphazardly around.

Dissatisfied at how much pressure he’s getting, he flips them again, bending Wei Ying in half
and pressing his legs together so he can fuck those heavenly thighs, rubbing against his
weakly peeing cock every time he thrusts forward.

Slick sounds fill the room as he bullies his way through tightly clenched thighs, his balls
slapping against Wei Ying’s cute little hole as he revels in the tight pressure surrounding his
dick.

The tip of his cock slides past Wei Ying’s with every thrust, coating it with hot urine as Lan
Zhan loses himself to his pleasure. He fucks forward relentlessly, jostling the body beneath
him with every brutal thrust.

So focused on his fucktoy, Lan Zhan misses the moment Wei Ying stops pissing, passing out
shortly after.

He uses Wei Ying’s limp body for what feels like hours, only just holding himself back from
biting down on supple flesh, from marking the man in his arms as his in more way than he
usually does.

The thought of Wei Ying waking up, covered in bite marks from an unknown assailant,
soaked with piss and cum, is a lovely one. His little slut would be so worried, feel so violated,
he would no doubt run to Lan Zhan’s arms for comfort, seeking shelter with the very man
already planning on ruining his body even more, delighting in his vulnerable tears…

Lan Zhan snaps his hips forward, grinding into those plush, reddened thighs as he shoots long
stripes of cum across Wei Ying’s prone body, catching the underside of his chin, the soaked
crop top, his glistening stomach, his soft dick.

Laying there, he lets himself ride out the bliss of a well-earned orgasm. Sighing, he lets go of
Wei Ying’s legs, watching as they splay bonelessly to the side, framing Lan Zhan’s hips.

Lazily, he grabs his phone off of Wei Ying’s nightstand, getting a close-up view of the mess
he’s made.

Grabbing the panties he’d taken off Wei Ying earlier, he wipes his dick clean, tosses them
onto Wei Ying’s used body, and retreats into his own bedroom to catch a couple hours of
sleep before the sun comes up.

At five o’clock on the dot, Lan Zhan wakes up, groggy from his late night, and full of the
need to piss.

He sleepily makes his way to Wei Ying’s room, opening the door to find his roommate
exactly as he left him, sprawled out on his bed in a tantalizing display of debauchery.

Whipping out his dick, Lan Zhan unleashes his morning piss all over Wei Ying, starting with
his face. It hits his forehead, running down his cheeks and soaking his disheveled locks. Lan
Zhan focuses on those plush lips, painting them with piss, cockhead pushed right up against
his open mouth.

He drenches Wei Ying’s chest, re-wetting his crop top so it clings to Wei Ying like a second
skin, piss running in rivulets down his torso, pooling in his concave stomach.

The red panties, tossed carelessly over Wei Ying’s thoroughly disrespected body, deserve
special attention, so he stretches them over his cockhead, pissing through the thin fabric,
massaging them over his aching flesh before releasing them.

He aims the last of his stream at Wei Ying’s dick, balls, and ass, coating them with piss,
delighting in watching trails of his own urine rush over his love’s skin, soaking into those red
panties, the infuriating booty shorts, and finally into Wei Ying’s shitty mattress he’ll be
forced to replace after this.

Lan Zhan doesn’t bother shaking the last drops of piss off of his dick, instead snatching up
the soaked panties and immediately masturbating into them.

He squeezes wet fabric over the sensitive skin of his dick, using it to soak up all of his
precum, slicking the way with Wei Ying’s own spend as he strips his cock over Wei Ying’s
unconscious body.

In barely any time at all, he’s cumming, catching everything in that wonderful red cumrag.
Eyes roaming Wei Ying’s body appreciatively, he pulls the booty shorts off of those long
legs, slides the bright red, cum filled panties up to cup his dick and ass, then replaces the
soaking shorts to give his love a false sense of decency when he wakes up completely
covered as opposed to with his whole crotch exposed.

Satisfied, he snaps a few pictures before getting back to his normal daily routine.

Wei Ying whimpers from his position in Lan Zhan’s lap, face down ass up, completely
mortified.

He’d woken up this morning with no memory of getting home from the bar, covered in piss.
Immediately, he’d gone crying to Lan Zhan, panicked and needing someone who always
knows what to do to take charge of the situation.

His roommate had taken in the ruined state of his bed, sighed deeply, and set about stripping
the sheets. This revealed that the mattress was unsalvageable, so they’d had to go out and
purchase a whole new bed (at Lan Zhan’s insistence).

After re-arranging Wei Ying’s bedroom to install his new bed, his stern roommate had
dragged him down stairs, over to the couch, and bent him over his knees.

Sure fingers tug his pants down, exposing his ass to the cool air of the living room.

Lan Zhan tuts at him, disappointed. “I have told Wei Ying multiple times that he needs to
control himself.”

A harsh blow lands on his ass, making him jerk and squeak. He tires to escape, but Lan Zhan
cages him in his lap and spanks him again.

“You have ruined your clothes, your sheets, your mattress. Wei Ying needs to be punished.”

More harsh blows rain down, smacking his ass and the back of his thighs, making it feel as
though his skin is on fire.

Wei Ying sobs into his arms, going limp, submitting to Lan Zhan’s punishment.

“How do you expect me to trust that you can take care of yourself when you piss yourself
like a drunken degenerate?”

It’s terrible, but Wei Ying can’t find it in himself to disagree with Lan Zhan. Something hot
simmers in his gut, stroked by every strike that lands on his skin.

A warm palm covers Wei Ying’s stinging ass, holding it still.

 Wei Ying realizes he’s been thrusting his dick against Lan Zhan’s thigh as he’s getting
spanked, rutting like a mindless animal as he grows hard at being verbally and physically
humiliated.

“Do I really need to watch you every time you piss?” Smack. “Do I have to be three to save
you from wetting yourself every time you fail to listen to your body?” Smack. “What else
must I do for you, since you so obviously need help with the simplest of tasks?” Smack.

Wei Ying cums with a broken moan, dick jerking against Lan Zhan’s lap as he covers his soft
pants with his release.

Lan Zhan pauses, running his fingers through Wei Ying’s cum. “At least you can cum without
pissing yourself. That’s something.”

Wei Ying is mortified.

Lan Zhan doesn’t let up, spanking him for another half hour. Wei Ying cums twice more, and
by the time his poor, overworked roommate is rubbing lotion over his abused ass, he feels
like he can barely keep his eyes open.

Lan Zhan hums, one hand tracing circles on his ass, the other petting Wei Ying’s sweaty hair.

“Next time, just come to me. I’ll help you, and we don’t have to let it get this bad. I don’t
want to punish you, but I will if I have to.”

Wei Ying shivers under his touch, and nods. Exhausted, he lets Lan Zhan’s soothing
ministrations lull him to sleep.

If nothing else, at least Lan Zhan didn’t seem mad about Wei Ying cumming on him while he
was being punished. He feels like he would have simply died of embarrassment if that had
happened.

Chapter End Notes

Lan Zhan's the one who ended up paying for Wei Ying's bed, since he also wants to
claim the title of Wei Ying's sugar daddy. Also, he knows that WY dug the old bed out
of the dumpster when he was still kind of homeless, and hates it.

Stay safe and healthy out there, folks.

 M is for Mutual Masturbation
Chapter Summary

Wei Ying feels like it's rather unfair that Lan Zhan gets to watch him - ah, ensure he
pisses, while he's out here dealing with a terrible cold streak of hot Lan watersports
livestreams (hah!). He learns that coming into the bathroom and not pissing leads to...
something. He's not sure what the consequences are, exactly, but he's sure he'll find out.

Chapter Notes

The consent is getting closer to the surface, folks, but it's not there yet! Right now, the
closest we get is mutual hornieness and kinks aligning like stars.

Some forewarning; I have given LZ the LBH-sized cock he deserves. As such, it's kinda
meme-y, which isn't new.

CW: Unreliable narrator WY/WY's terrible self esteem, gaslighting? normalizing

pissing/sexual gratification??, voyeurism for piss and jerking off, guided masturbation,
slight degradation kink, CNC fantasies. Mentioned furry porn, LZ's monster dick.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Wei Ying feels like he’s now hyper aware of every time he or Lan Zhan go to the bathroom.

On a normal day, it doesn’t seem like Lan Zhan goes significantly more frequently than Wei
Ying, so he’s not quite sure what he’s doing wrong.

Nowadays, he feels like every time he goes to piss he has to race to the toilet, desperation
bursting from every pore. He tries to stay on top of it, drinks more water than ever before, but
the only time he ends up making a trip to the porcelain throne without feeling like his bladder
is about to explode is when Lan Zhan patiently herds him there, making good on his threat to
hold his hand (and sometimes his dick) to make sure his scatterbrained roommate doesn’t
piss all over himself. Again.

With how often Lan Zhan takes him to the restroom, pulls down his pants, and makes him
piss while he stands behind him, hands steady on his hips (usually – sometimes, if Wei Ying
is very lucky, his roommate will be in a snit during their regular bathroom breaks and wants
to do everything himself, up to and including holding Wei Ying’s dick while he pisses), he
feels as though it’s unfair that he hasn’t gotten to see his best bud “let loose” with the same
regularity.

He knows it’s a weird thing to get hung up on, but while Lan Zhan gets free access to the Wei
Ying Watersports Special ™ whenever he wants, the last time Wei Ying got to see him pee
was when he made an embarrassment of himself at the dinner table.

(Wei Ying may or may not daydream about those strong hands, so easily dwarfing his own
dick, holding onto Lan Zhan’s meat, somehow seeming kind of small comparted to the
monster schlong he’s packing. The easy confidence he has while he pisses, staring Wei Ying
dead in the eye, showing him how it’s supposed to be done… the steady stream that gushes
from his cock, making Wei Ying’s mouth water for another taste… He wonders if he can get
Lan Zhan to piss in a bottle for him again. If not, then maybe he'll let Wei Ying hold his dick
while he goes, let him lick any stray drops that could “accidentally” fall on his hand, his
fingers.)

Lan Zhan leaves the bathroom door partially open, now, whenever he uses it. If Wei Ying
didn’t know that he does it just in case Wei Ying gets desperate and won’t be able to hold it
long enough for him to finish, he’d almost suspect that his roommate wants him to peep
while he’s pissing.

Anyways, Lan Zhan got up just a minute ago, and Wei Ying does feel like he might be able to
pee, if he’s given enough persuasion.

Decided, Wei Ying stands, saving his progress and closing his laptop before prowling down
the hall. He reaches the bathroom door just as the sound of piss hitting water starts up.
Determined to keep a thick face, he pops his head in, immediately forgetting to tease Lan
Zhan, too captivated by the sight of his pissing cock.

Half inside the room, he freezes, licking his lips absentmindedly. He can feel his own dick
firm up, taken in by the sculpted hip bones and awe-inspiring thighs that are on display,
framed by his roommate’s signature, Super Soft Lounge Wear.

“Did you need another demonstration?”

Wei Ying startles at the amused question, caught. He laughs and throws the door completely,
entering the room and stepping closer to the scene that’s been playing on repeat in the back of
his mind for weeks.

“Ahahahaha, not really! I just – thought you might be lonely?” Immediately, he winces. Wow,
Wei Ying, way to flirt with your pissing roommate who has to constantly take care of your
sloppy ass. Full points, so sexy.

Surprisingly, Lan Zhan doesn’t throw him out of the bathroom for his audacity. Instead, his
lips quirk into an infinitesimally small smile, and Wei Ying feels like he just swallowed
sunshine at the sight.
“If Wei Ying wants to ensure I’m not… lonely, then he’s welcome to seek me out whenever
he wants,” Lan Zhan states calmly, unreasonably relaxed for someone who’s getting hit on
while he’s relieving himself.

Wei Ying’s face flames. That… wasn’t a rejection.

Emboldened, he scoots next to Lan Zhan. Conditioned by the combined presence of piss and
his roommate, he automatically pulling down his pants down and grabbing his dick, pointing
it toilet-wards.

His half-hard dick, with which he doesn’t really need to pee.

Fuck.

Taking a deep breath, he tears his eyes away from Lan Zhan’s cock and closes them, trying to
focus on the sound of his pissing – no, shit, that’s just making him harder. Okay, he tries to
focus on the sound of running water, that is in no way his best friend’s piss. He knows that,
since he’s come this far, Lan Zhan’s not going to let him leave without getting something out
of him.

It’s not working.

Wei Ying is panicking, slightly, Lan Zhan’s piss stream slowing to a trickle right next to him.
He’s almost fully hard, now. This isn’t be the first time he’s gotten hard in front of Lan Zhan,
or even while they’re both in the bathroom and he’s supposed to be pissing. But it is the first
time he’s gotten hard while Lan Zhan expects him to pee, without his bladder ensuring he can
perform. He gulps.

Keeping his eyes shut, he hopes that his best friend will wash his hands and leave, now that
Wei Ying’s missed most of the show because he, apparently, can’t keep it in his pants.

The two of them stand in silence for a minute, neither moving.

Wei Ying curses up a storm in his head, trademark smile stretched thin. No dice.

Nervous, he cracks open his eyes to peek at Lan Zhan, who’s still standing right next to him,
soft dick in hand. He’s looking directly at Wei Ying, still amused.

Shit.

“Do you need a demonstration for that, too?” Lan Zhan asks, gaze darting purposefully down
to Wei Ying’s inconsiderate erection. God, he’s such an asshole.

“I –”

Lan Zhan stares at him, patient, wholly unbothered that his best bud of a roommate busted in
on him peeing, pulled down his pants, and is now standing there like a moron, hard dick in
hand.

“…maybe.”
“Hm.” Lan Zhan blinks, then nods.

With no further explanation, he starts stroking his monster cock, hand pulling and pushing his
foreskin as it passes of what looks like miles of dick.

Wei Ying watches in awe as it firms, darkening in color. He traces the unreasonably sexy
veins with his eyes, watching them shift as Lan Zhan casually fucks his hand right next to
him.

It hits him, staring at Lan Zhan’s elongating cock, which is bulking up to the point that his
jaw hurts just looking at it, that his roommate is a grower, not a shower.

This isn’t even my final form!

His own dick, larger than average so long as his best friend isn’t in the room, jerks in his limp
hand, spitting up a glob of precum.

Fully hard, Lan Zhan’s dick is terrifying. It makes his hands look small. It’s so huge, it
doesn’t even arch up against his stomach, instead hanging between his thighs like a beast
waiting to be fed.

Wei Ying didn’t know dicks like that existed outside of the furry porn he sometimes draws
when he’s really low on cash and in those Bad Dragon dildos he’s always seeing in his
recommended ads.

That thing would destroy him. His ass clenches at the thought.

Lan Zhan pauses, angling his body towards Wei Ying, who feels like he’s in some kind of
danger with firepower that impressive pointed his way.

“Now that we’re both on the same page,” he says, like his cock isn’t absolutely dwarfing Wei
Ying’s in a casual show of complete dominance, “let’s start. First, you will need something to
ease the way, since chafing is detrimental to reaching an orgasm.”

His huge dick sways as he leans to the side, grabbing something from the tub. Wei Ying’s
fingers twitch around his own erection. He wonders just how much he’d have to beg Lan
Zhan to let him touch it, just to make sure it’s real and not a product of real-world photoshop.
His mouth waters when it swings his way as Lan Zhan straightens. He’s holding something in
his hands that Wei Ying isn’t paying attention to at all.

Lan Zhan lets out a huff of laughter, monster dick giving an impressive jerk as he makes fun
of Wei Ying’s speechlessness.

Wei Ying whines at the double attack, his brain getting mixed cute and sexy (and danger, but
really that just falls back under sexy) signals.

He squirts a line of something white over his cock, captivating Wei Ying with the way the gel
immediately starts dripping over his skin.
A familiar scent fills the air, but Wei Ying is too distracted by trying not to moan as Lan Zhan
uses his hands to spread the lotion evenly on his cock to place it.

“After you have proper lubrication, you can start pleasuring yourself as you wish.” Lan
Zhan’s hand starts moving purposefully again. “Since you don’t have any sex toys with you
right now, form a ring with your fingers and fuck it.”

He holds out his hand, fingers loosely in an O-shape, for Wei Ying’s inspection before he
brings it back to his cock, fucking into what Wei Ying desperately wishes was him with a wet
squelch.

Wei Ying can feel his knees wobble, both at the sight of that monstrous cock barely fitting in
Lan Zhan’s fist, and at the loud squelching it makes as it goes.

“You can tighten and loosen your grip as you please,” he demonstrates, fisting viciously over
his cock once, veins on full display, then repeating the motion with a normal amount of force,
dragging the foreskin out as he goes, finishing with one last pump, fingers barely touching
his slick cock, teasingly delicate. “This can be handy in controlling when and how you cum.”

Wei Ying nods, transfixed by the sight before him, ignoring his throbbing dick in favor of
putting his full attention towards the religious experience he’s having right now.

“Next, you can control the pace of your hand.”

Lan Zhan slowly fists over his cock, slipping inch after agonizing inch into the ring of his
fingers, like he’s fucking something so tight he’s struggling to get his dick in.

Wei Ying feels light-headed, swaying slightly. Lan Zhan grabs him with his free hand and
pulls him flush against his side, letting him lean on his shoulder.

He continues his show, speeding up to a normal pace for two passes, then getting faster yet
again. His dick is too long for his hand to become nothing but a blur of motion, but the
punishing pace he sets almost proves Wei Ying wrong. He fucks his hand with a purpose,
fulling the bathroom with frantic wet sounds that will live in Wei Ying’s head for the next
thirteen years.

Wei Ying has to grip the base of his own cock tightly, not wanting to embarrass himself any
more than he has to today.

“You can also stroke yourself with different techniques, or pay attention to different parts of
your body, depending on what you like,” Lan Zhan says calmly, like he’s not masturbating
furiously enough he could power a whole city block with his movements.

It’s unbearably hot.

Lan Zhan switches his grip, stroking it with his hand facing the other way, then demonstrates
using both hands briefly. Next, he twists his wrist going to the base of his cock, dragging his
hand back up to thumb over the head, dipping the tip of his finger into the slit. He uses his
free hand to tweak his nipples, to fondle his balls, rolling and pinching the skin lightly.
“Personally, I like to add in a twist of the hand while stroking upwards, focusing on the
head.”

As he does just that, Wei Ying can’t help by moan out loud, hips twitching in agreement. Yes,
he’s had those hands use the same maneuver on him – no wonder Lan Zhan likes it so much.
It feels great.

“For some people, playing with their cock is not enough.”

Wei Ying freezes, feeling personally called out.

“In that case, they feel the need to stimulate either their mouth,” Lan Zhan glances pointedly
over at Wei Ying’s red, bitten lips, “or their hole.”

Wei Ying whines under the weight of Lan Zhan’s gaze, feeling uncomfortably seen. His dick,
still a traitor, drools out another spurt of precum.

“They use their fingers, or, if they’re truly desperate, a toy to give them the stimulation they
need to cum.”

Gasping, Weri Ying gets briefly lost in a fantasy of Lan Zhan looking down on him while he
cries, a dildo shoved up his ass, fingers in his mouth, pathetically fisting his cock, writhing in
need.

He buries his head in Lan Zhan’s shoulder, too overcome to think, before turning so he can
still see the way Lan Zhan’s pleasuring himself.

“Sometimes, if you’re going long enough, or if you’re not using the right kind of lubricant,
you’ll need to re-apply to ensure everything’s as wet as you want it.”

Lan Zhan grabs the lube, which Wei Ying can now see is his Men’s 3-in-1, and pours out
another glug, his still jerking hand easily spreading it over his dripping cock on the
downstroke.

He can’t bring himself to be mad about it.

“If just the physical sensations are not enough, you can supplement them with your
imagination. I find that it helps to picture a specific person when indulging in your fantasies.”

Wei Ying’s heart speeds in his chest, gripping onto his dick for dear life.

“Imagine them on their knees, taking your cock. On their back, up against the wall –
struggling, pliant, aware, asleep. Whatever you need to push you to the edge.”

Lan Zhan moves his head, speaking directly into Wei Ying’s ear. “Or, if you’re so inclined,
picture yourself on your knees, using your mouth to service someone’s cock, laying on your
back, frantically jerking off as you’re bent in half and fucked. Pinned against a wall, helpless,
an unknown cock pounding into you from behind, making you cum like a whore on nothing
but their dick…”
Wei Ying stifles a sob, trying so hard to stave off his orgasm that it hurts. His dick must be
straight up purple, by now, but he’s too distracted by Lan Zhan’s everything to check.

Lan Zhan leans back, acting like nothing just happened.

“Once you’re close, make sure that you’ve got something to catch your spend. No one wants
to deal with unnecessary clean up while their trying to recover from an orgasm.”

Instead of showing Wei Ying how it’s done, giving him a finishing move to beat his meat to
every time he gets even the slightest bit horny, he stops.

Taking his hand off of his visibly pulsing, sopping wet cock, he pushes Wei Ying upright,
keeping him tucked into his side.

Overwhelmed by lust and outrage, Wei Ying blinks at Lan Zhan’s expectant look, confused.

His ever-suffering roommate reaches forward, grabbing the hand that has a death grip on the
base of his cock with sticky fingers, prying it loose.

“Wha – you stopped just before the best part! Lan Zhan, what am I supposed to do now?!
You can’t just work right up to the edge and then not finish! Wait, what are you –”

Lan Zhan shoves the bottle of 3-in-1 into the hand he freed from Wei Ying’s dick, dark
amusement flickering in his eyes.

“I am making sure that the lesson stuck. And if you’re so sure of what can and can’t be done,
maybe your next lesson should be on edging.”

Wei Ying pales – he’s never had the patience for edging. To him, it just sounds like a way to
unnecessarily torture yourself when you could just cum and get it over with. Lan Zhan,
though, definitely seems like the kind of person who would edge his partner until they cried.
He knows exactly how mean his friend can be.

“Who said anything about that? Not me! Say, are you sure I can’t get a preview of the whole
thing, Lan Zhan? Just in case I forgot something!”

Lan Zhan hums at that. “You already watched the preview. If you want the full experience,
you have to pay for it.”

Wei Ying gulps.

Lan Zhan nudges the hand holding his body wash, wordlessly prompting him to stop stalling
and get on with it.

Wei Ying’s cheeks heat up again. Right, he hasn’t peed for Lan Zhan yet, so he has to
embarrass himself instead. He almost forgot.

Glancing nervously at his roommate, he pours some of his shower gel onto his dick, the
sensation weird since he’s still fully clothed, no water raining down on him as he jerks off in
the shower.
Hesitant, he starts pumping his dick, Lan Zhan’s body burning a line of heat into his side he
can’t ignore.

Lan Zhan tuts at him, making him freeze. What? What did he do wrong this time? Lan
Zhan’s never gotten mad at him for cumming before, during his punishments. Did he change
his mind? Is Wei Ying not being good enough?

“Show me the different grip strengths, in order.”

In order? Oh, Wei Ying thinks. Lan Zhan wants him to repeat exactly what he did.

He tightens his grip, pushing his sore dick into the firm circle of his hand – it’s so good, he
groans.

Lan Zhan swats him on his bare ass, just above where he’d pulled down his pants. Wei Ying’s
cock jerks as he keens loudly, offended.

“Tighter.”

Mindlessly, Wei Ying does as instructed, increasing his strength as he fucks his hand, the
movement getting more and more difficult.

When his roommate finally hums in satisfaction, it’s painful.

Relieved, he strokes his dick normally a couple of times, trying to coax a feeling that isn’t
pain back into it.

Wary of trying Lan Zhan’s patience, he switches yet again, turning his touch feather soft,
barely skimming the tips of his fingers up and down his aching cock. It’s torture. He’s so
close to cumming.

Wanting to hurry, he moves on to pace, slowing his strokes until they’re what he imagines the
speed of someone trying to masturbate in a tub of molasses would be.

Lan Zhan makes an approving noise, making his stomach flutter.

He can’t help but glance at Lan Zhan’s still hard dick, pointing his way, perilously close to
touching the bare skin of his hip with the way Lan Zhan’s tilted towards him.

Swallowing, he speeds up, thinking of how thick that cock is, how it looked peeking out from
Lan Zhan’s fist, how hot and heavy it must be –

“If you’re skipping ahead to fantasies, you need to share with the class,” Lan Zhan breathes,
lips grazing his neck.

“I-I can’t,” Wei Ying gasps, words tumbling uncontrollably from his mouth. His hand is a
blur over his dick. He’s so close. “It would tear me open, ruin me. I’d scream.”

Lan Zhan’s hand wander his body, the sticky one kneading his ass, dangerously close to his
hole, the clean one smoothing up his chest, over his throat, resting there like a threat, a
promise. He can’t stop picturing it, his eyes glued to that terrifying cock.

“You’d have to hold me down, tie me up – I’d try to run, beg you not to. You’d – force your
way inside as I struggle, find a – a way to shut me up as you-”

Lan Zhan shoves three fingers into his mouth, and Wei Ying cums with a broken, muffled
cry.

His hips jerk into his spasming hand, seed spurting all over the toilet, making a total mess.

His cry tapers off into soft whimpers, sucking dazedly on the fingers filling him up as he lets
go of his oversensitive dick.

He whines when Lan Zhan pulls out, leaving him empty.

Lan Zhan shushes him, sliding spit covered fingers down to Wei Ying’s abdomen, pressing
on his bladder with a purpose.

Wei Ying squirms, unhappy, but nothing comes out. He didn’t really need to piss, he’d just
wanted to see – ah, how embarrassing. He just admitted it to himself, what a blunder.

“Hm,” Lan Zhan says, mean this time. “Bathrooms are for relieving yourself, not to be a
hideaway for you to masturbate. There’s a time and a place for everything. Don’t be wasteful
if you already have a busy schedule.”

Wei Ying nods, caught.

“We should also work on your stamina. That was pathetically quick.”

He flinches, shameful arousal rushing through him at Lan Zhan’s favorite insult being used in
such a manner. He only barely manages to hold himself back from arguing that he had to sit
through watching Lan Zhan piss and then jerk off before he’d started his own session. It
would be far too revealing.

Lan Zhan doesn’t say anything else as he wipes off Wei Ying’s dick with a wet piece of toilet
paper he got from somewhere. He pulls up Wei Ying’s pants and tucks his dick away,
absently patting it once he’s presentable again. Lan Zhan gently shuffles him out of the
bathroom, and Wei Ying wanders around the apartment for a while, head fuzzy.

By the time he comes back to himself, he’s abandoned his work project and settled down
with his drawing tablet. He blinks down at the half-finished drawing he’s managed to create
in his daze.

It’s furry porn, and the top (a rabbit, rather unconventional) has a suspiciously familiar cock.
He flushes, but decides to finish the drawing – he may as well use it for his emergency
commissions portfolio. There’s no use in wasting all the time he’s already put into it, after all.
Lan Zhan’s right about that.
 After herding a beautifully submissive Wei Ying out of the bathroom, Lan Zhan retraces his
steps to the toilet. With uncharacteristic urgency, he undoes the cap of the Men’s 3-in-1, using
his other hand to scoop up all of Wei Ying’s cum he can reach.

He jerks off furiously into the bottle.

Wei Ying had been so good for him, seeking him out, craving him piss, so easily aroused.
He’d let Lan Zhan make him cum, shared his fantasies with him, of how he wants to be held
down and fucked, all his complaints and protests ignored, completely at Lan Zhan’s mercy-

Lan Zhan grunts, cumming in long spurts, filling the gel he’d just made Wei Ying slather on
his dick.

Absently, he thinks that he has no right to humiliate Wei Ying for being so quick to the draw
if this is all it takes for him to shoot his shot.

Chapter End Notes

In a shocking turn of events, LZ's the one who talks more in this chapter. Also, he's the
one amused, and WY's busy horny gripping. It's like we're in the Twilight Zone.

LZ's kinda a hardcore hypocrite here, but he justifies everything in his mind.

(The wet toilet paper is covered in piss. Did LZ sneakily dip it in the toilet without WY
noticing? Did he coat the toilet paper roll in piss during the 5 seconds he had before WY
busted into the bathroom? Who knows! It's up to you to choose whichever you think is
hotter!)

On a side note, furry porn kinda makes mad money. It's low key crazy.
 Sit Back and Jerk a Load Off
Chapter Summary

After a tough week at work, Lan Zhan sets up something nice for his poor Wei Ying.
Wei Ying ends up sleeping through most of it, but that's fine - in fact, it might even be
better that way.

Chapter Notes

Happy holidays everyone, here's some filth inspired by my lovely comments folks!!

What's this, a hint of more characters and some potential backstory? In MY PWP?? (the
answer is yes, but just for the purpose of yet more porn, shocking absolutely no one)

These two are basically on the same page at this point, let's be real.

CW: Pissing into bathwater and associated bathing tools, the now infamous piss/cum
Men's 3-in-1, non-con fantasies from both parties at different times (but are they really
just fantasies?), actual lube usage (just for a second, I promise), jerking off and pissing
next to and onto someone who's sleeping (again), more terrible synonyms for dick/cum,
one-man bukkake, "tender" bathing, coerced masturbation, gaslighting in relation to said
masturbation, piss in fleshlight, author does not know the inner workings of fleshlights
and makes an educated guess

See the end of the chapter for more notes

The past week has been hard on Wei Ying – he has been constantly busy trying to make sense
of his customer’s ever-changing demands, on top of placating the ridiculous hissy fits his
bosses throw at each other. This, Lan Zhan assumes, is the reason why Wei Ying’s
architecture company was so desperate for employees in the first place – anyone who hadn’t
run out of choices for employment would surely have quit within the first week.

Due to all of the stress he’s dealing with, Wei Ying hasn’t been his usual, sunshine self.
Additionally, he’s been jerking off less frequently, which in turn has (somewhat) hurt Lan
Zhan’s ever-present libido. He hasn’t gotten a good Wei Ying Progress Video in days, and
he’s quite put out about it.
Luckily, Lan Zhan knows just how to get the love of his life to relax, thanks to a pointed
suggestion from one of their mutual friends.

In all of his years living in his apartment, Lan Zhan has never used his bathtub to take an
actual bath. Desperate times, however, call for desperate measures.

Lan Zhan stops the strain and lets the faucet run, arranging a washcloth and Men’s 3-in-1,
currently more piss than cum, and more cum than shower gel, so that they’re within easy
grabbing distance.

As the tub fills with water, Lan Zhan pulls his pants down to his mid-thigh, just low enough
to expose his balls as he whips out his cock. Standing over the tub, he grunts quietly and
unleashes a torrent of piss onto the relocated shampoo and washcloth. It splatters over the
two items, immediately making a mess as it slides down both sides of the tub, pooling on the
floor and mixing with Wei Ying’s bathwater.

He focuses his attention on the washcloth after a few seconds, soaking the dry fabric with his
release, not letting up until there’s a puddle of his piss pooling underneath it, completely wet.

Satisfied, he directs the last of his stream into the water to finish it off.

With that done, he wipes the head of his cock on Wei Ying’s hand towel and waits for the tub
to finish filling up. Once everything is set, he heads out to the living room to retrieve the man
of the hour.

Wei Ying just finished this week’s headache of a project half an hour ago, and had
immediately crashed into an emergency nap, too exhausted to go out and celebrate like he’d
originally planned.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan calls softly, his lips brushing the shell of Wei Ying’s ear.

His love blinks awake slowly, turning towards him instinctually. Everything about him is
beautifully pliant.

“Come,” he orders, gently pushing his half-asleep wank fantasy upright.

Wei Ying doesn’t question him, leaning heavily on Lan Zhan’s shoulder as they make their
way to the bathroom.

Once they get there, Lan Zhan takes his time stripping Wei Ying bare, running his hands
casually, greedily, over the skin he reveals, peeling off layer after layer of clothes. Wei Ying
shivers under his touch, leaning into it almost instinctually.

The first and only sign of life Lan Zhan gets is when he herds him into the full bathtub – as
he gets one foot in, Wei Ying blinks with something close to awareness, turning to Lan Zhan.
He looks so soft, gazing up at Lan Zhan, naked and trusting.

“A… bath?”
Lan Zhan hums in agreement, pushing him down to sit gracelessly in the tub. He’s rewarded
with a blinding smile.

“Lan Zhan, thank you! I haven’t had an actual bath since, ah…” Wei Ying’s eyes flutter shut.
“I can’t remember.”

Imploring wet hands reach out, and Lan Zhan folds to their demand readily. He kneels next to
the tub so Wei Ying can cup his face between fumbling palms.

Clumsy lips brush against his forehead, the dry pressure fleeting as his love slips back under
with a murmured, “Thank you…”

Lan Zhan’s ears feel like they’re on fire.

It takes him a solid minute to recover, fighting the urge to slam his fuckable roommate
against the back of the tub, force his tongue into that audacious mouth, squeeze his throat and
he shove his cock into that tight ass –

By the time he’s calm enough to not do something Wei Ying’s not ready for yet, the reason
for his inner turmoil is fast asleep once again, head tipped back against the wall, the long
column of his throat and toned chest on full display.

With a growl, Lan Zhan reaches down and grabs the other part of Wei Ying’s relaxing bath
experience – he’d planned on making Wei Ying jerk off into his fleshlight in front of him, but
this changes things.

He pours some actual lube from his emergency pocket stash onto his leaking dick, plunging it
into Wei Ying’s battered pocket pussy. The toy makes distressed sucking sounds as he shoves
it up and down on his hard meat, the tip pushing threateningly at the top of the canister. He
ignores the creaking plastic, brutalizing the fake pussy relentlessly to take out his own stress
on something that isn’t Wei Ying’s fat ass.

So close, he’s so close to teaching Wei Ying to be his willing cockslut, the love of his live, his
needy little cum dump… his to fuck, his to take care of, to punish, to pleasure, to own.

Lan Zhan stands, hiking one leg up to rest on the rim of the tub, violently stripping his cock
raw to the sight of Wei Ying sprawled before him, naked and completely at his mercy. He
cums, thrusting his hips forward as he creampies Wei Ying’s toy, pumping so much fuck juice
into the pocket pussy that it seeps out around his cock, dripping onto Wei Ying’s sleeping
face below.

Relieved of his urge to fuck Wei Ying ahead of schedule, Lan Zhan pulls his twitching,
sensitive schlong out of the almost broken toy, popping open the water bottle he’d originally
brought for Wei Ying and chugging it. With his other hand, he upends the pocket pussy over
Wei Ying’s sleeping figure, watching ravenously as gooey ropes of cum drip onto his already
splattered face and hair.

With that out of the way, Lan Zhan sets the pocket pussy aside and gets on with the rest of the
bath, squirting some Men’s 3-in-1 onto the wet washcloth and runs it over the inviting planes
of Wei Ying’s body. He cups his hands and pours water over his love’s bukkaked visage,
wetting his hair to ready it for shampoo. Lan Zhan takes his time rubbing the gel into those
tangled locks, massaging his piss and cum into Wei Ying’s scalp. He’d meant to have Wei
Ying do this to himself, coat his hands with Lan Zhan’s piss as he pampers himself and
relaxes, but Lan Zhan finds that this is just as good in a different way.

He takes so long washing his love’s hair and body that by the time he’s finished, his bladder
is twinging pleasantly.

Almost meditative, Lan Zhan pulls back, rinsing out the soapy washcloth and placing it over
Wei Ying’s eyes almost like a blindfold. His cock, which he never bothered to put away, is a
familiar weight in his hand as he aims the head towards those wonderful curls he just spent
the last twenty minutes washing. He breathes out deeply as he lets go, pleasure shooting up
his spine as he pissmarks Wei Ying like some feral beast, incapable of understanding modern
morals. His uncle would be so disappointed, but Lan Zhan’s far too lost in his pleasure, his
hand-made slice of paradise, to care.

Clear pee rushes through Wei Ying’s hair, cascading over his face to soak into the washcloth
over his eyes. Lan Zhan moves, painting his claim on barely parted lips, over his chin and
throat, utterly in love.

At the last minute, he grabs the fleshlight and pours the final dregs of piss into its gaping,
cum-coated maw.

Finished, Lan Zhan drags his well-used dick over Wei Ying’s slack face, relishing in the slick
feeling before reigning himself back in. Retreating to his tub-side position, he tucks himself
into his pants.

He trails his free hand down Wei Ying’s chest, not pausing as he plunges below the waterline
and finally alights on his love’s soft penis. Gently, he runs the pads of his fingers up and
down the length, coaxing it to chub up with teasing brushes of pressure.

Wei Ying twitches as he hardens, slowly dragged out of his blissful nap by the budding
sensation of arousal.

Lan Zhan releases his prize, brining the full pocket pussy in to take over for him. He waits
until the last second before turning it over and guiding Wei Ying’s dick inside, trying to keep
as much of his piss trapped within its fleshy walls as possible.

He pulls away as Wei Ying lets out a soft groan, jolting at the pleasure of fucking into
something hot and wet.

For a finishing touch, Lan Zhan grabs Wei Ying’s limp hands and clasps them around the toy.

Scene set, he jostles Wei Ying’s shoulder, calling his name.

Wei Ying comes to with a garbled, “L’n Zh’n?”, stretching out his tired muscles, hips rutting
into the delicious pressure surrounding his dick.

Lan Zhan calls again, “Wei Ying.”

Blearily opening his eyes, Wei Ying focuses on Lan Zhan’s face, a light blush filling his
cheeks at being so close to that perfect man. Still muddled with sleep, he groans and fucks
sensually into the whatever’s down there that feels so good.

It’s only when Lan Zhan arches his signature judgmental eyebrow that Wei Ying’s brain
snaps back online, informing him that no, this isn’t one of his ‘Lan Zhan is nice to me’
fantasies, and is instead very much real life.

He yelps, shoving his dick completely inside his rubber pussy to hide it from those amused
golden eyes, trying to disguise the altogether too interested twitch his asshole of a cock gives
at being placed in such an embarrassing situation, entirely at Lan Zhan’s mercy.

“Lan Zhan!”

His rough treatment is apparently too much for his beloved fleshlight, as the hard plastic shell
cracks straight down the middle, all but shattered.

Wei Ying doesn’t have much time to be devastated over this turn of events – his beloved
roommate pins him in place with an amused expression playing on his barely curled lips.

“I had planned on making Wei Ying relax after finishing his project. Obviously,” Lan Zhan
looks down at where Wei Ying’s hard dick is buried in a broken, fake pussy, “Wei Ying had
his own ideas on how to relax.”

Wei Ying squeaks and jerks his hands up to cover his mortified face.

Lan Zhan tuts at him, making his cock jump. The motion jostles the poor fleshlight, which
seemed to be the last straw – the hard plastic cover busts completely and falls away from the
soft silicone sleeve swallowing his dick.

His roommate bends forward over the side of the tub, guiding one of Wei Ying’s hands to
wrap around the sad remains of his cheap sex toy, shoving two fingers from Wei Ying’s other
hand into his gaping mouth. “If you start something, you should finish it. Personally, I agree
with Wei Ying; I find masturbating to be a great way to release tension.”

Wei Ying moans, spit already starting to drip down his chin, mind filled with the image of
Lan Zhan angrily jerking off, taking his frustration out on some poor, unsuspecting victim –

Lan Zhan takes control of Wei Ying’s designated jerkoff hand, forcing him to move the
cocksleeve over his very interested dick.

“I’ll help you for free today, since you’ve had such a rough time at work this week.”
He starts off slowly, fingers slotting between Wei Ying’s as they grip the silicone together,
but speeds up when Wei Ying mindlessly ruts into their clasped hands. Lan Zhan pushes his
own fingers deeper into his mouth, muffling the uncontrolled groans of pleasure spilling from
it.

The bathroom is loud, full of Wei Ying’s needy whines and the slosh of bathwater. The
plastic squeak of his broken fleshlight getting fucked on his cock makes his face catch fire
with embarrassment.

Their hands are a blur under the water, Wei Ying drowning in the pace Lan Zhan sets.

Completely out of it, Wei Ying floats, half awake, half asleep, letting Lan Zhan do whatever
he wants with his body. Vaguely, he can feel his balls tightening, so close to cumming.

He barely notices his fingers being taken out of his mouth, fuzzily hearing himself get louder
without anything to gag him. Fingers press into his ass, the desperate thrusting of his hips
shoving them in deeper every time he fucks his toy.

Distantly, he feels hot breath on his neck, a light pinch at his ear. Lan Zhan’s voice, oddly
breathy, fills his head.

“Cum, Wei Ying. Let it happen. I’ve got you – just let go.”

Wei Ying cums with a wet sob, jerking helplessly into the cocksleeve clutched in his and Lan
Zhan’s hands, the fingers in his ass burrowing deeper, flexing inside him, almost like they’re
using his ass to milk cum from his cock.

His vision whites out, garbling incoherent pleas at Lan Zhan as he empties his balls on
demand.

A sense of loss flashes through him when the fingers leave his ass – whose fingers? Ah, they
must be his, he can’t possibly imagine they could be Lan Zhan’s again, after so long…

He doesn’t have time to dwell on that, as his muscles relax completely and the sharp
sensation of relief courses through him.

His eyes crack open at Lan Zhan’s mean tsk.

“Pathetic.”

Wei Ying’s eyes widen, snapping down to his dick.

A small cloud of yellow is spreading from the base of the toy as he pisses into his and Lan
Zhan’s hands.

Lan Zhan angles the battered silicone so the top pushes out of the bathwater, making Wei
Ying’s piss gush through the air hole and splash into the tub like the world’s smallest piss-
fountain.
 Wei Ying moans in distress, unable to stop rolling his hips into the clutch of Lan Zhan’s
fingers. It almost feels like cumming for a second time.

He almost feels the soft brush of fingers skating down the side of his face, a hot kiss pressed
to the side of his neck as the world starts to go dim again. The last thing he hears before
falling asleep is his roommate, humming to himself in satisfaction, “Something to talk about
tomorrow, then.”

Wei Ying sleeps through Lan Zhan lifting him out of the tub, toweling him dry, and carrying
him to his room.

He sleeps through Lan Zhan casually using his boxers to jerk off, browsing through various
online sex catalogues to find a replacement fleshlight, filling up his underwear with cum until
it’s soaked.

Dead to the world as his roommate slips the violated boxers back onto his body and tucks
him in, Wei Ying nuzzles into his pillow, dreaming of cruel hands bruising his hips,
mercilessly pulling his flailing body back onto the hard cock stealing away his breath, his
virginity, a smile on his blissed-out face.

Chapter End Notes

Collection of thoughts while typing up this chapter:

The sad thing is, WY's still an intern and isn't getting paid to put up with any of this
work shit.

Cue canon levels of LZ horny gripping his NC fantasies away whenever WY

absentmindedly does something super normal. Just when you thought it would be sweet,
LZ makes it horny.

The friend who suggested a bath was absolutely NHS, champion of bubble baths. In
fact, he told LZ to get WY into a bubble bath, but LZ doesn't own any bubbles and
refuses to be deprived of the sight of WY's dick.

LZ knows that his uncle would be disappointed in him and Does Not Care (TM).

RIP WY's fleshlight, you will be missed. You've given more than could reasonably be
asked of you, and for that we thank you and remember you fondly.
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