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The world was ending.
Well, Wei Ying knew the world wasn’t actually ending. It was just his damn hormones making it feel like it was. Which was why he was sitting on his kitchen floor in tears at two in the morning with the pieces of his favorite, not to mention only, dildo scattered around him. All because he couldn’t fucking change some batteries.
In hindsight, there were a lot of ways he could have avoided this crisis.
He could have checked his batteries the day before, when his pre-heat wasn’t wreaking havoc on his body and his emotions. Or, he could have more than one dildo. He wasn’t a broke ass college student any more, he could afford it. He also could have turned the kitchen light on instead of sneaking in with his phone flashlight like a burglar fumbling to balance it, the batteries and the dildo.
But he’d done none of that.
Hence the heat hormone breakdown.
He couldn’t imagine this getting any worse.
“Wei Ying?”
It got worse.
The kitchen light went flickering on, drawing Wei Ying’s blurry gaze up from the floor. He registered the soft blue of his flannel pajama pants of his roommate first, then the white of his robe. His hands rose to furiously scrub at the tears on his face as he dropped his gaze back down to his shattered dildo, not wanting to see the look of judgment on his roommate's face.
“Lan Zhan,” He hiccuped. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He furiously tried to gather all of the pieces. The tears blurring his vision? Not helping.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan’s voice sounded again, this time closer. Wei Ying’s attention flashed back to him, finding him crouched next to him. His hand reaching out for a piece of what had once been his favorite red dildo. His soft sandalwood scent curled off of him, warm and inviting. “What’s wrong?”
Clutching the pieces of his dildo to his chest, Wei Ying felt the damn break again.
“I didn’t mean to,” He sobbed. “I just came out to change the batteries. I lost my grip and-” A sob broke off his sentence so he just held up the pieces.
“It’s okay,” Lan Zhan hummed.
“No it’s not!” Wei Ying sobbed. “I’m a sucky roommate who woke you up because I can’t plan ahead like a normal person. Now you're going to be tired when you go to work, and I’m going to have to go through my heat without my dildo. Which sucks and is painful, and everything is terrible!”
“Wei Ying, breathe,” Lan Zhan’s voice cut through his wailing. Wei Ying took a shuddering breath. “You can borrow one of mine.”
“What?” Wei Ying sniffed as he looked up. He vaguely registered Lan Zhan taking the broken pieces out of his hand.
“You can borrow one of my dildos,” Lan Zhan repeated. “Come on.”
Wei Ying felt his sobbing stop, more out of bewilderment. Lan Zhan’s hand was holding his, tugging him after him. He wiped some of the tears off of his face as Lan Zhan tugged him into his room.
The scent of Lan Zhan’s room wrapped around him like a warm blanket. Their rooms were on two separate air circuits, a necessity of an unbonded alpha and omega rooming together. It was supposed to make things like heats less embarrassing. Wei Ying supposed he should have considered that before he tried changing batteries at two in the morning.
“Here,” Lan Zhan spoke softly, reaching under a bed and pulling out a tub. He popped off the top, showing off a neat row of sex toys. Most were fleshlights, but there were two dildos tucked in the far end of the box. “They are clean, but I can boil them for you.”
Wei Ying could help but feel the bit of hope in his chest be crushed. He tried not to wrinkle his nose as Lan Zhan offered them. He eyed them, trying not to discount them immediately. So they didn’t have an inflatable knot, so they were half the size of his. A small dildo was better than no dildo at all. He reached out for the bigger of the two, bringing it closer for examination.
He couldn’t help the sob that pulled from him as he caught a whiff of it.
“Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan’s concerned voice sounded. Wei Ying felt the heat coming off him as he stepped closer. An arm reaching out and wrapping around him. “What’s wrong?”
“It smells wrong,” Wei Ying couldn’t help but reply.
“It’s clean,” Lan Zhan offered.
“Not that,” Wei Ying sighed as he tried to bring his raging hormones under control. “Thank you Lan Zhan, it’ll help.”
“Wei Ying, what’s wrong? How can I fix it?” Lan Zhan pressed. Wei Ying took a shaky breath.
“Mine smells like me,” Wei Ying finally muttered. “Even when it’s clean, because I’ve had it for so long. I know it’s weird, but it makes it feel right.” A silence fell over the room, leaving Wei Ying to flush embarrassedly. “Thank you, it’ll be better than nothing.” He closed his hand around the blue dildo.
“I could scent it.” Wei Ying’s eyes flew up to Lan Zhan’s. His golden eyes were averted, so Wei Ying’s gaze landed on the bright red ears instead. “It’s not yours, but-”
“An alpha’s scent is like cocaine during a heat,” Wei Ying finished for him. Not to mention he’d been pining over his roommate since college. “It could work,” He bit his lip. He already wanted to just stretch out on Lan Zhan’s bed and bury himself in his scent. Maybe it could make up for only having half the size and no knot. “Okay,” He held it up.
Wei Ying wasn’t sure who was more embarrassed as Lan Zhan took and methodically scented the dildo. By the time he’d finished, it was practically a sandalwood beacon. The blue surface shiny due to the oil.
“Thank you,” Wei Ying offered as he took it, unable to meet Lan Zhan’s eyes. “And sorry for all this.”
“Wei Ying,” The way Lan Zhan said his name pulled his attention up. Wei Ying swallowed as he realized how close they were standing to each other. Wei Ying’s gaze fell to his lips. “If there is anything else I can do to help-”
“I should go,” Wei Ying sucked a breath in, the scent of sandalwood filling his lungs. The heat that had seemed so far away suddenly started to roar in his ears. He felt himself leaning in closer, drinking in Lan Zhan’s scent. “You have work.”
“Wei Ying, I-”
Wei Ying didn’t listen to what he had to say, instead directed by the sudden dampness of his underwear. He raced back to his room, slamming the door behind him. His heart was pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath, expecting his own comforting and safe ginger scent. Instead, his lungs filled with more of Lan Zhan’s intoxicating scent. His gaze dropped to the blue dildo now in his grip.
He tore off his pajama bottoms, staggering towards his bed. He knew he should pace himself, he had hours before the heat simmering in his veins would be too harsh to ignore. He should go back to sleep, let it wake him up. He was more than tired enough after sobbing his brains out.
But he was wet now.
He settled for dragging the dildo along his neck, praying the sandalwood scent would rub off. He practically purred when it did. He wasn’t sure how long he spent rubbing the scent off on him, but it did mean he was drenched by the time he finished.
From the moment it sunk the entire way into him, Wei Ying knew it wasn’t going to work. So he buried his face in his pillow. His teeth bit into it as he tried to work with what he had. Instead, all he was doing was cursing whoever said ‘it’s not the size that counts, but how you use it.’ No matter what he did, it was like trying to scratch an itch with a feather.
Then Lan Zhan’s scent wore off.
And Wei Ying was left to spiral, aching and desperate. He rooted through his sheets, trying to find anything that still had Lan Zhan’s scent on it. Tears welled up in his eyes as all he could find was his own sweetened ginger scent. Where was his alpha? Why wasn’t he here? What did he do wrong?
His forehead pressed into his blankets as he contorted his body. Flicking the dildo on to its highest setting as he tried to make it work. Thrusting it in and out like a jackhammer, occasionally trying to twist or angle it as he tried to reach that deepest itch that was driving him crazy. His teeth tore into his pillow as his frustration grew, the itch only growing.
Then the fucking batteries died.
Wei Ying howled, ripping it out and throwing it. He fell back into his sheets sobbing. Only to be left gasping as a cramp knocked the air out of him. He folded in on himself as he tried to ride it out. Apparently the fucking dildo had been holding off his cramps, the physical need to be filled.
Which meant he had to go find the fucking thing.
As he felt the wave ebb, he tried to uncurl. He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore how hard it was to breath as he struggled to the edge of his bed. He got a foot on the ground, but the moment he tried to straighten up he was sent crashing to the ground.
He hit the hardwood floor with a sickening splat. His legs slid against the floor as he curled them up underneath him, a gross combination of sweat and slick. Once he could breathe he looked in the direction he’d thrown the dildo.
“For fucks sake,” He sobbed as he saw pieces of the blue dildo scattered across the floor. He let his forehead fall back to the floor, the cool board giving him a moment’s relief before his sweat and tears coated it.
Lan Zhan had two, he somehow managed to remember.
Lan Zhan had said if there was anything he could do to help. It would be okay if he went and got it, right?
Lan Zhan should be here fucking him instead of working, his mind responded.
He tried to ignore that last thought as he drug himself to his bedroom door. It wasn’t like the thought was a new one. It always seemed to be rattling around in his brain. Especially on days Wei Ying managed to catch Lan Zhan in his work out clothes. All hot and sweaty, not to mention they were always tight in the right places. It made him wish he was a morning person. Not to mention that man’s dick probably put Wei Ying’s dildo to shame.
Wei Ying wasn’t sure how he got into Lan Zhan’s room. He hoped it wasn’t the power of fantasizing about his dick. Still, the scent of sandalwood was like a balm. Taking some of the edge off, enough to get to the tub under Lan Zhan’s bed and get the lid off of it.
Lan Zhan’s scent came rolling out of the tub, Wei Ying’s mouth watering at the musky undertone. His nose took him straight to the source, one of the fleshlights. He buried his nose in it, pushing past the clinical scent of a baby wipe to get to the musky sandalwood scent. He let out a huff of frustration as his teeth tore into the silicon as he ripped it out. A growl of frustration as he struggled to tear the channel open.
He let out a giddy laugh as it gave way. The scent of musky sandalwood doubled as the sight of a cloudy substance still clinging to both sides of the channel. There wasn’t much, obviously missed from a quick clean up. He brought it to his nose to inhale, the musky undertones making his system pur. His fingers shook as he scooped out the cloudy substance. His mind raced with what he should do with it. He wanted to eat it, rub his face in it, hell rub his body in it. But ultimately, instincts won out.
His head fell back against the bed, a whine of relief escaping from him as he massaged it into his heat. His rational brain knew it was long past its expiration date, but thankfully his heat brain didn’t pick up on that memo. The relief did fade as quickly as it came, leaving him fumbling for the other dildo. He slicked it up with the last of the cum, spreading his legs as he lined it up.
He let out a gasping moan as he thrust it in, flipping the switch to the highest setting in the same motion. He let out a sigh of relief, he supposed even a feather was better to scratch with than nothing at all. At least that’s what he thought until the relief wore off, the itch remaining just out of reach. He found himself gravitating back to the musky scent, burying his nose into one of the torn halves of the fleshlight. Another sliver of relief.
It still wasn’t enough, he needed a knot or a poor excuse for one. Not these meager ass excuses for dildos. Fuck Lan Zhan’s interest in small dildos. Why did he even have them? He fell to the floor, his head rocking against the hardwood floor. Trying anything to give his hips a chance to piston against his thrusts. Fuck Lan Zhan and his decision to go to work instead of fucking him. Fuck whoever came up with heats in the first place. Fuck this mind numbing need, fuck the invention of batteries and tricky doors created to keep them in place. At least the sobs wracking his body were helping create an interesting rhythm.
“Wei Ying.”
Wei Ying let out a whine as he looked up. Lan Zhan was standing in the doorway like an angel scent from heaven. Alpha, his mind breathed in relief. His hand stuttered on the dildo, only to have his hips pick up in an attempt to chase the feeling.
“Lan Zhan please,” He panted. “It hurts so much.”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan roughly replied. Wei Ying could see how his eyes darkened as he trailed over him. His hand was white knuckled on the door jam. “What,” He paused, swallowing. “What do you need?”
“You,” Wei Ying gasped. The sound of cracking wood filled the room. “I need a knot,” He sobbed. “Please, Lan Zhan. It hurts so much.” He pleaded. “I can’t,” A sob cut him off. His eyes closed as he pressed his forehead to the floorboards, wet with a combination of sweat and tears. “Please.”
He let out a whimper of relief as Lan Zhan scooped him up. He buried his face in his neck, his mouth latching onto the scent gland there. It had already started to leak oil, which Wei Ying licked up like it was nectar.
“No,” Wei Ying protested as Lan Zhan gently pulled him away.
“I need to strip,” Lan Zhan replied.
“No time,” Wei Ying whined trying to nuzzle his way back. “I need you now!”
“Wait,” Lan Zhan growled. The command rattled through to Wei Ying’s bones, pulling an embarrassingly pleased moan from his lips. He fell back to the bed, praying Lan Zhan didn’t notice. He moved his hands back to where the dildo was still buzzing away. “Don’t.”
Wei Ying’s hand fell away like it was burned as the command settled in. It pulled another moan from him as he clenched down around the dildo. The closest he’d come to coming all day. He idly wondered if he could get through his entire heat by being commanded. The sight of Lan Zhan stripping chased that thought from his mind.
His eyes trailed over his muscled torso as he pulled off his suit coat and dress shirt in the same motion. He watched Lan Zhan’s pants fall to the floor. He licked his lips as his gaze zeroed in at the bulge in his underwear. He felt his tears pour down his face, torn between wanting to bury himself into that bulge and follow his commands.
“Good boy,” Lan Zhan purred to him, as if he could see Wei Ying’s struggle. Wei Ying moaned as the praise went straight through him. His back arching as he clenched, gasping as he was pushed over the edge.
Only to have his heat come roaring back to life.
“Please,” Wei Ying pleaded as he fell back into the bed. “No foreplay, I’ve been dealing with a whole day of fucking foreplay.” He whined. “I’ll suck you off. I’ll warm your cock for an entire day. I’ll carry your kid, be your fuck toy, your mate. Anything if you can just knot me as soon as possible.” His ramblings went delirious.
He let out another whimper as Lan Zhan tore off his underwear. His cock, already half hard springing up. Wei Ying whimpered at the sight of it, he’d been right. It put his dildo to shame. His legs spread from just looking at it.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan breathed. The last of the gold in his eyes disappeared as he looked at Wei Ying. He carefully crawled into the bed, kneeling between Wei Ying’s legs. A tongue licking his lips as a hand lazily stroked his cock into a full hardness.
“Touch me, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying keened, his legs spreading further. “Please, alpha.”
It did the trick. A low growl sounded from Lan Zhan as he pulled Wei Ying closer. He ripped the dildo out. He threw it away, as if it had personally offended him.Wei Ying would have laughed, if Lan Zhan had given him time to.
Instead, he was scent arching off the bed as Lan Zhan thrusted in in one smooth motion. His entire body screamed with relief, sounding off in a high pitched wail. Lan Zhan caught him, drawing him closer to his chest. Bending him so he could sink into him further. Wei Ying gasped, he’d never felt so full. The stretch was almost bordering on painful.
Exactly how he liked it.
“Fuck that’s perfect,” He moaned as his head fell forward on to Lan Zhan’s shoulder. He let out another moan as the stretch burned just a bit tighter. He let out a breathless laugh, is that what it was going to take?
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan breathed in his ear. His breath sent shivers down his spine. “Can I?”
“Please,” Wei Ying gasped, dragging his face along Lan Zhan’s shoulder. His sex sweetened scent clinging to Lan Zhan’s skin. His tongue lashed out, licking up the oil that had started to leak from Lan Zhan’s neck. Whimpering at the taste on his tongue. It turned into a keening cry as Lan Zhan drug himself out for the first time.
“Lan Zhan, sweetheart,” He moaned as he thrusted back in. He wrapped his arms around Lan Zhan’s shoulder, one sliding into his hair. He panted as he trailed open mouth kisses across his skin. “I feel like I was made for you.” He gasped, feeling Lan Zhan grow bigger.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan whimpered, his nose pressing into his neck.
“You like that?” Wei Wuxian hummed and he trailed his nose up his neck. “Hearing me talk?” A particularly harsh roll of Lan Zhan’s hips was his reply. “God, I could write a book on my dirty thoughts about you.” He laughed. “Where to start?”
“How about those sinful workout outfits of yours?” He purred. “They make me wish I was a morning person-” He grunted around Lan Zhan’s thrusts. “Just to see you all hot and sweaty-” His tongue lashed out to lick off some of the sweat that was starting to form. “But fuck, this is better than anything my imagination came up with.”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan groaned as his thrusts picked up, the furious rhythm becoming sloppy.
“Fuck yeah,” Wei Ying moaned at the new pace. “Breed me Lan Zhan,” He pleaded. “Fill me up. Give me those golden eyed pups I dream of. With chubby cheeks-”
Wei Ying was cut off by Lan Zhan’s lips capturing his own. Just as he was about to sink into the feeling, he felt Lan Zhan’s speed stutter. He pulled back, slamming back in one last time and set Wei Ying’s body on fire.
It felt like every sense had been amped up to eleven. All he could focus on was Lan Zhan. His musky sandalwood scent in his nose, the taste of his oil and sweat on his tongue. The feeling of his muscles spasming under his arms, the weight of him laying on top of him. But most importantly was the feeling of being stretched so tight as his body constricted, the feeling of hot cum pouring into him.
So that’s what a real knot felt like.
“Lan Zhan, fuck, sweetheart, baby,” He heard himself gasping. His own scent was pouring out of him. His hands and face rubbing across every inch of Lan Zhan he could reach, scenting him-- marking him. The blend of sandalwood and ginger brought his purr up to a dull roar, vibrating his whole chest.
Once he was content with his scenting, he nuzzled his nose back into Lan Zhan’s neck. Lan Zhan was still going, lost in what was an impressively long orgasm. Wei Ying hummed as he wrapped his arms around him, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. He let his eyes drift closed, the pulsing heat guiding him to sleep.
Wei Ying knew his heat had come to an end when the soul crushing embarrassment settled in. He hated that his brain decided to focus on every embarrassing moment. From coming simply from being commanded or praised, his embarrassing whines and clinginess, but most all every embarrassing thing that fell from his mouth. All the thoughts he’s buried over the years, thrust into the light. At least Lan Zhan might consider it all heat talk, that he didn’t actually mean every thing he’d muttered.
Now he was faced with the man himself, in all his naked glory. Wei Ying sighed as he shifted, pillowing his head on Lan Zhan’s arm as he peered up at his sleeping face. His other arm was wrapped tightly around Wei Ying’s waist, keeping him pinned in place against him. Not that Wei Ying minded.
If this was the last contact he’d ever have with Lan Zhan, he was going to savor every moment of it. He let his eyes trial over his sleeping face, noticing the differences from his waking one. He was softer this way, a kinder version for Wei Ying to remember.
If he hadn’t been so stupid, if he had just prepared better. He needed to stop acting like a stupid college kid. He had built a life. He had a job he didn’t hate and a roommate he loved, although arguably probably loved him a bit too much for what was good for him. Even if by some miracle their friendship did survive this, it wasn’t going to be the same. It was like the Jiangs all over again. Wei Ying ducked his head as he felt tears well up, he didn’t get to cry about this. It was his own damn fault.
“Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan murmured. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Wei Ying hummed back, but he didn’t lift his head. He didn’t trust himself, heats always made him emotional. His nose pressed into his chest, drinking in the sweet blend of ginger and sandalwood.
“Is it time?” Lan Zhan questioned. Wei Ying was caught off guard by the roll of Lan Zhan’s hips, how quickly his hardness grew.
“Ah,” He felt his body arch, his own dick quickly coming to attention. He tried to bury his desire. He couldn’t take advantage of Lan Zhan any further. He wasn’t in heat. “Lan Zhan,” He gasped, unable to stop his hips from chasing after his. “My heat is over.” He managed to stutter out.
“Mn,” Lan Zhan hummed back as he rolled Wei Ying onto his back. He paused, knelt between Wei Ying’s very spread legs. A hand keeping him propped up over him. “Do you want this?” He questioned, a hand softly wrapping around his dick.
“Fuck yes,” Wei Ying moaned as surged up, capturing Lan Zhan’s lips with his own. He wondered if this was a terrible decision, just an attempt to delay the inevitable. As Lan Zhan thrusted in, he decided he didn’t really care.
He focused on this, on Lan Zhan. Now that he wasn’t chasing his own release, or the desire to breed, he could focus on making it good for Lan Zhan. He pulled everything he responded to during his heat, and what skills his heat-addled brain didn't have time for. He was rewarded with being able to see Lan Zhan shake apart first.
He got to watch his face go slack. Those perfectly plump and kissable lips, form his own name which was gasped into the room. His entire body tense and twitch. The sight alone would have been enough for Wei Ying to go tipping over the edge. The feeling of Lan Zhan’s knot stretching him, the stretch and pain undulled by the haze of a heat, sent him plunging over.
“Mn,” Wei Ying hummed as he came to. The feeling of something soft rubbing against his stomach. His eyes flickered open, seeing Lan Zhan gently wiping the cum off of him. “Let me,” He reached down as he finished. He saw Lan Zhan’s expression soften as he handed over the cloth, allowing Wei Ying to wipe him down.
“It hardly feels like a heat, coming back free of bodily fluids,” Wei Wuxian chuckled as they carefully settled into the bed. “Granted, I am still looking forward to a shower.”
“We could shower now,” Lan Zhan replied. A hand reaching up to card through Wei Ying’s hair.
“We’re a little attached,” Wei Ying replied with a laugh. “Lan Zhan!” He shrieked as he was suddenly hoisted up into the air. He scrambled for purchase, his ankles hooking together against the small of Lan Zhan’s back. His arms wrapped around his shoulders. “You're going to hurt yourself, or drop me!”
“Never,” Lan Zhan hummed back, his head tilting forward to press a kiss to Wei Ying’s lips. Wei Ying hummed into the kiss, letting it distract him from the pain of their movement. It wasn’t until Lan Zhan dropped a hand away to open the door to the shower that he yelped in pain from the drop.
“Did I tell you this was a bad idea?” Wei Ying snorted once Lan Zhan's hand had flown back to support him again. The man in question now staring at the shower like it was a complex math problem.
“Perhaps someone could use their clever hands,” Lan Zhan murmured back, his nose trailing along Wei Ying’s jaw.
“Someone will have to follow my orders,” He teased.
“I am amenable to the suggestion,” Lan Zhan replied, pressing a soft kiss to Wei Ying’s neck. It turned into a trail, brushing past all of Wei Ying’s sensitive spots before capturing his lips again.
“Alright get in,” Wei Ying chuckled as they broke apart. He reached for the glass shower door, pulling it shut as Lan Zhan moved. “Turn,” He instructed. Lan Zhan shifted, moving close enough to the shower knobs for him to use them.
After several adjustments, Wei Ying was purring under the warm water. With a sigh he let his eyes drift closed and his head fall back, letting the warmth seep into his bones. He let out a hum as he felt Lan Zhan’s lips begin to trail over him again.
“Alright, I get the message,” He breathed as he rolled his head forward.
“Take your time,” Lan Zhan murmured against his skin.
“Lan Zhan, we got in the shower to clean up.” Wei Ying snorted. “Not to get dirty again.”
“Disagree,” Lan Zhan replied, stepping closer to the shower wall, letting some of Wei Ying’s weight rest there as he rolled his hips. Wei Ying moaned as he felt the knot loosen. He let his head fall against the shower wall.
This was happening.
He was having shower sex.
Shower sex was something that happened to other people. Everyone he’d been with considered it a hassle, granted the people he’d been with in general found his sexual needs a hassle. He’d long found women, at least the ones he dated, didn’t like it if he brought up pegging too early. While beta males considered being asked to use a knot toy or slip on insulting. As for dating alphas? Well none of them measured up to Lan Wangji, so what was the point in even looking? So he settled, for normal vanilla bed, couch and occasionally car sex.
But fucking hell, he loved shower sex. Well, he loved shower sex with Lan Zhan. He had a feeling he’d love any form of sex with Lan Zhan, but this was already topping the bed sex. Well, at least right up until Lan Zhan didn’t knot him.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying whined as an orgasm rolled through him. It was fantastic, but it didn’t have the burn of a knot.
“We got in the shower to clean up,” Lan Zhan murmured as he pressed a kiss to his lips. He reached over, grabbing a shampoo bottle. Wei Ying’s weight supported by the wall and his other arm. Which was, as Wei Ying’s brain reminded him, incredibly hot.
Wei Ying held his hand out for the shampoo, reaching up to massage it into Lan Zhan’s hair. He laughed at Lan Zhan’s one handed attempt to return the favor. Pressing a kiss to his lips to chase away the red blush of embarrassment that settled over Lan Zhan’s ears. But eventually, he’d gone through it all. Shampoo, conditioner, even body washing the parts he could reach with his legs still wrapped around Lan Zhan.
Lan Zhan seemed to connect the dots as well, gently guiding his legs to the ground. Wei Ying swayed for a moment as he found his footing, before nodding to Lan Zhan. He gently pulled out. It felt like Wei Ying’s stomach had dropped, the sound of slick and cum splattering against the shower did little to reassure him that it hadn’t.
“Let me,” Lan Zhan murmured as Wei Ying reached for a wash cloth. Wei Ying tried not to react as he slid a finger in. His dick had other ideas. He closed his eyes, trying to think of unsexy things; taxes, people who chewed with their mouths open, dogs.
Which worked well until Lan Zhan found his prostate.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying moaned as he pitched forward. His hand fell to Lan Zhan’s shoulder, keeping him upright. He felt the huff of laughter, hot against his dick. “Fucker,” He hissed as Lan Zhan began massaging his finger into his prostate.
Nothing prepared him for the feeling of Lan Zhan’s mouth closing around his dick.
When he came to, he was dry, dressed and bundled up on the couch. He stretched out, his body feeling loose and warm instead of the usual tenseness that followed his heats. He sat up, pouting slightly as the scent of sandalwood faded as the blanket fell away. His nose wrinkled at the scent of clinical lemons wafted in its stead.
He followed the scent, moving down the hallway to their bedrooms to find Lan Zhan on his knees scrubbing the floors. Wei Ying flushed as he realized it was the dried trail of slick he’d left from his excursion into Lan Zhan’s bedroom.
“Let me do that,” He flushed as he knelt next to him. He reached into the bucket, luckily finding another washcloth.
“I’m almost done,” Lan Zhan replied, a hand reaching out to take the cloth from him.
“Lan Zhan, it’s my mess,” Wei Ying protested.
“I don’t mind,” Lan Zhan replied, tugging the washcloth out of his hand.
“Fine, then I’ll go change the beds.” Wei Ying huffed standing. He got as far as his own doorway when he saw his bed had already been striped. How long had he been out? “Lan Zhan,” He sighed, turning back to look at him.
“You should invest in more sheets,” Lan Zhan replied.
“I had some,” Wei Ying crossed his arms. “But then I bit a hole in them.” He muttered as he crossed to Lan Zhan’s room. He sighed as he found his sheets had already been changed, and the bed remade with new ones. “Let me guess, already in the washer?”
“Mn,” Lan Zhan nodded. Wei Ying swore he saw the corners of his mouth twitch up. “You can move them to the dryer if you like.”
“You’ve never dealt with heat laundry before,” Wei Ying laughed as he moved towards their laundry, a hand reaching out and ruffling Lan Zhan’s hair as he went. “They're going to need three washes, at least.”
Wei Ying yawned as he went, stretching his hands up and over his head. He supposed his heat just tired him out in a new way. He started the second wash of the sheets, a grumble from his stomach reminding him to eat.
“What do you want to eat?” He called to Lan Zhan as he padded back into his room.
“Whatever you want,” Lan Zhan replied. Wei Ying hummed, ruffling his hair again as he went past.
He unplugged his phone, chuckling at the fact his heats were probably the only time it ever got a full charge. He scrolled through the notifications, nothing was too pressing. He sent a quick reply to Yanli’s check in, skimmed an angry rant from Jiang Cheng before sending a thumbs up in reply, and pouted at the fact he’d missed an event in his game.
He went to his usual after a heat, a metric ton of Chinese food. By the time he’d finished ordering for the both of them, Lan Zhan had disappeared with the bucket. Their hallway, and entrances to their bedrooms shining from his effort. It drew his attention to the tub under Lan Zhan’s bed. He moved over to it, tugging it under so he could pop off the lid.
The flesh colored dildo had been set back in, all though it looked like it had taken a beating. He didn’t recognize the company, but thankfully they had a site. He glanced over the fleshlights, only to find they were made by a variety of different companies. He bit his lip, he supposed the best thing to do would be to ask.
“Lan Zhan,” He called as he moved back out to their kitchen. “What company made that fleshlight I broke? I’ll need to replace that blue dildo too.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Lan Zhan looked up from the sink. He leaned over, tucking the now empty bucket under it.
“Lan Zhan, I broke them,” Wei Ying rolled his eyes. “I can be a big boy and replace them for you.”
“They’re,” Lan Zhan broke off. Wei Ying arched an eyebrow as a flush spread down his neck. “They are not cheap.”
“Good ones usually aren’t,” Wei Ying chuckled. “I guess letting me know exactly how much you spend on toys is a little awkward. Why don’t I just transfer like four hundred into your account?” He hummed pulling up his bank app. “There, all done!” He smiled as it went through. “Food is on the way too.” He added, slipping the phone into his pajama pocket.
“Good,” Lan Zhan hummed as he crossed the kitchen to him. Coming to a stop inches from him.“TV?”
“Sure,” Wei Ying smiled, trying to ignore the nerves that were winding up like a spring in his chest. He had always hated waiting for the other shoe to drop. He busied himself with finding the remote, flipping on the TV. Was that it? Were they just not going to talk about it? About his heat and whatever had happened in the shower?
He turned back to the couch, only to stop. Lan Zhan had taken his seat on the couch, but it wasn’t in his normal spot. Instead, he was sitting on Wei Ying’s side. He wasn’t just sitting, an arm was stretched out over the back of it like an open invitation.
“Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan questioned. Wei Ying could practically feel the tension running between them.
“Just wondering what you wanted to watch,” He smiled as he crossed, curling up under Lan Zhan’s outstretched arm. “I mean, we could continue my wonderfully scathing commentary of Supernatural,” He stuttered to a stop as the arm on the back of the couch shifted. It settled on his waist as it pulled him closer. “But you know, I could go for something that’s less brainy on my part. Also we wouldn’t want to miss my long winded rants on queerbaiting that are coming up do you?” He chuckled, only a breath of nervousness in it.
“Mn,” Lan Zhan hummed in agreement. The thumb of his hand softly rubbed against Wei Ying’s side.
“We could maybe do Eureka?” He tried to focus.
“We’ll miss your rants on the science,” Lan Zhan replied.
“Right,” Wei Ying laughed. “How about Leverage?”
“Mn,” Lan Zhan hummed in agreement.
Wei Ying exhaled nervously as he brought it up, throwing on whatever episode was next. Lan Zhan’s thumb was still softly rubbing a circle into his side. Tentatively, Wei Ying lowered his head onto Lan Zhan’s shoulder. His breath nearly caught as he felt the weight of Lan Zhan’s settle on top of it.
Wei Ying knew they’d have to talk about this eventually. Right now, the soft scent of sandalwood and the weight of Lan Zhan’s arm around him was perfect. Why should he spoil such a nice moment? They’d just talk about this later.
They didn’t talk about it later.
They didn’t talk about it after trading soft kisses on the couch when one of them got up to go to the bathroom, or after they ate. Not after they had forgotten to move the sheets over to the dryer. Not after they climbed into bed together for the evening. Not after Wei Ying had woken to find Lan Zhan hard against his stomach, or after Wei Ying sucked him off only for it to lead to another round of shower sex. Maybe they weren’t talking about it because it didn’t feel real. Like it was all some hyper realistic feeling dream, Wei Ying knew he kept pinching himself just in case.
But one day turned into two.
Then three.
Before he knew it had been three months of kissing, sex and not talking about it. Except now they had to, because Wei Ying’s heat was coming up and he still hadn’t replaced his dildo. And a look in Lan Zhan’s bin showed none of his toys had been replaced either. Not that Wei Ying was eager to use them again.
But was that a sign?
If Lan Zhan wasn’t replacing his toys, it was because he wasn’t planning on using them right? One of the reasons being because they were having sex like all the time. But heats were different. They were messy and exhausting, and not something Wei Ying should assume Lan Zhan would want to go through again. So he’d ordered himself a replacement dildo.
“Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan’s voice was low, the kind that made Wei Ying’s hair stand on end. One part terror and one part arousal. “What’s this?”
Wei Ying turned from the dishes he was doing, expecting the worst. Only for a sigh of relief to escape him as he saw the box Lan Wangji was holding. Looks like he forgot to check the discrete packaging box again, at least it was here before his heat started. He patted his wet hands on his pants before holding his hands out for it.
“Ah, my replacement arrived!” He hummed.
“Replacement?” Lan Zhan’s voice dropped deeper, nearly becoming a growl.
“Well, I mean my old one is completely busted,” Wei Ying hummed as he moved forward to take the box. Only for his brow to furrow as Lan Zhan refused to relinquish his hold on the box. “Lan Zhan?”
“Why do you need a replacement?”
“Because my heat is coming up?” Wei Wuxian tilted his head. “Surely you remember what happened last time when I didn’t have one.”
“I do,” Lan Zhan’s eyes narrowed. “Which is why I am confused you’d buy a toy when you have me.”
“I wasn’t sure if I did,” Wei Ying offered nervously. “So I got a replacement.”
“Then you can return it,” Lan Zhan hummed. His hold on the box finally released. “Tomorrow.”
“It’s just a toy,” Wei Ying protested. “It’s good to have one on hand.”
“Can it do something I can’t?” Lan Zhan scoffed.
“No,” Wei Ying flushed, thinking of all the things Lan Zhan could do that the toy couldn't. “But it’s reliable.”
“And I’m not?” Lan Zhan’s voice finally dropped into a growl. It ignited a spark in Wei Ying, burning the past three months of limbo with it. “Do I not satisfy you?”
“You do,” Wei Ying snapped. “But I don’t know if I’ll have you the next day, or the day after that! What are we Lan Zhan? Roomates, friends with benefits, boyfriends? I don’t know! We haven’t talked about it!”
“I see I didn’t make my choice clear,” Lan Zhan stalked across the kitchen. Wei Ying stumbled back, running into the counter.
“Choice?”
“Don’t you remember what you offered me?”: Lan Zhan caged him in. His hands settled on the counter as he leaned in close.
“I,” Wei Ying flushed. “I said a lot of things.” He swallowed. His eyes fell to Lan Zhan’s lips.
“Then let me remind you,” Lan Zhan’s breath was hot against Wei Ying’s skin. “You told me you’d suck me off, warm my cock, carry my child, be my fuck toy, my mate.” He purred. “Anything as long as I knotted you as soon as possible.”
“And what did you decide on?” Wei Ying could smell his scent growing heavy with arousal. His skin tingled from the brushing contact of Lan Zhan.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Lan Zhan hummed.
“No?” Wei Ying hesitantly asked. He was surprised to feel a huff of laughter ghost across his skin as Lan Zhan’s head pitched forward. It rocked in the crook of Wei Ying’s neck as Lan Zhan seemed to collect himself.
“Then let me show you,” Lan Zhan’s lips brushed against Wei Ying’s neck as he spoke. The feeling sent shivers down Wei Ying’s spine.
Only to be completely overshadowed by the feeling of the sharp point of Lan Zhan’s teeth against Wei Ying’s scent gland. It lit Wei Ying up like a christmas tree, gaping as he arched up into it. Only for Lan Zhan to let out a grunt and back off.
“Lan Zhan? Please.” Wei Ying panted as his fingers dug into Lan Zhan’s shirt. His arms tightened as Lan Zhan tried to pull away.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan breathed. “I thought you wanted to talk-”
“Fuck that,” Wei Ying hooked a leg around Lan Zhan’s hip. “Mark me!” 0
“If you want to talk first-”
Wei Ying let out a growl, his hand wrenching Lan Zhan’s head to the side so his own teeth could sink into Lan Zhan’s neck. Sandalwood burned heavy as it flooded out around them, a low growl rumbling through Lan Zhan’s chest as moments before teeth were sinking into Wei Ying’s neck.
It was a haze of limbs and kisses after that, until both of them were sprawled boneless across each other. A simmering warning of Wei Ying’s heat tugged at the back of his awareness. As a thought occurred to him, making him huff.
“What?” Lan Zhan questioned as he pressed a kiss to Wei Ying’s forehead.
“Nothing,” Wei Ying hummed. “Just looking forward to my heat with my mate.” He preened. “Do you need to call into work?”
“Put the request in three months ago,” Lan Zhan hummed. Wei Wuxian groaned as he planted his forehead on Lan Zhan’s chest.
“I should have asked months ago,” Wei Ying muttered. “Instead of worrying.”
“Mn,” Lan Zhan hummed. “You’ll return the dildo?”
“Lan Zhan, I’m not going dildo-less,” Wei Ying huffed. “What if you have to travel? Or my heat comes early while you're on leave?”
“At least promise me one thing,” Lan Zhan murmured. Wei Ying let out a hum as he lifted his head. “That I’m better than the toy.”
“Of course,” Wei Ying felt a wry smile crack across his lips. “You don’t take batteries!”