There's little time nor chance to give any sort of proper reply. —Granted, that's as if to say Wei Ying has been in such a mindset throughout this all to begin with. The affect that he has upon Lan Zhan is more than pleasing to hear.

When Lan Zhan forces him down even further, he's hardly one to have any sort of desire to resist. Wei Ying only bends deeper. The calm, yet demanding tone that fills the other man's words has him grinning to himself, eager and willing and waiting. He bites down on his lower lip, that one hand still behind him, digging into his skin.

. . . If he would've had any idea at all that the toy would be put to a much more devastating use, Wei Ying might have taunted Lan Zhan about it.

Now his arm stretches out alongside the other. It's been a brief while since Wei Ying has taken in this much. He whines, keening as he feels Lan Zhan moving back into him, the backs of his thighs trembling, toes curling. Wei Ying is scarcely able to keep himself from doing otherwise, his cock still stiff and slick.

"L-Lan Zhan. . . Lan Zhan. . ." Wei Ying's voice pitches in a moan, already a breathless plea. He tries to slowly grind back upon Lan Zhan but recognizes that he isn't the entirely mobile. Instead, he adds to the intensity, squeezing tightly around his husband.

Just a bit further from them on the bed is the small remote for the plug and its multiple settings.