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"Lan Zhan, you have a strap?!" Wei Ying's surprise is almost insulting.
"Yes," Lan Zhan says, and does not elaborate. Wei Ying can see the leather harness, and the assortment of dildos that go into it. If she has more questions, she will ask.
Wei Ying is going through the bin of toys Lan Zhan keeps under her bed; they've been dating for a month, but they've gone to Wei Ying's after dates, usually. The one time they'd come back to Lan Zhan's apartment Lan Zhan had been so frustrated by the way Wei Ying had been teasing her all night that she had pulled down Wei Ying's tiny shorts and eaten her out right in the hallway. The bin had not needed to make an appearance.
"How could you keep something like this from me?" Wei Ying's smile is playful. "Can I try it on?" She's already reaching for the waistband of her leggings.
"Yes," Lan Zhan says, and purposefully does not react when Wei Ying waggles her ass as she bends over to put on the strap.
She's selected Lan Zhan's largest dildo, a massive, undulating piece of pale blue silicone that Lan Zhan has never actually been able to get into anyone. Wei Ying's fingers don't touch where she's wrapped them around the base, like she's presenting herself. "How do I look?" She turns this way and that, admiring herself in the full length mirror. It's a little silly, the dick totally out of proportion to her body and bobbing obscenely as she moves.
"You look nice," Lan Zhan says. She likes Wei Ying in this experimental, teasing mood. Sometimes getting Wei Ying to say what she wants feels like a delicate surgical operation rather than a conversation, but like this she's open. "The color is good on you."
"Hmm." Wei Ying cocks a hip. "No, I don't think it's for me," she says, unbuckling the straps and holding it out to Lan Zhan, as she must have intended all along. "Can I see it on you?"
Lan Zhan comes over, looks down at her, the way her chin tips up to look at her, the way her breath speeds up when she meets Lan Zhan's gaze. She lets Wei Ying see that she knows the game, but is willing to play it; she takes the harness from Wei Ying. She switches out the dildo for the curving purple one she likes best; it doesn't require a lot of prep and the curve hits most of the girls she's fucked just right. She thinks Wei Ying will take it very well.
"Aww, I wanted to see you in the blue one," Wei Ying says.
"You cannot take the blue one," Lan Zhan tells her. Lan Zhan had fisted the last person to try that dick, and it had still been too tight to be pleasurable for either of them.
"You don't know what I can take." Wei Ying's chin juts out stubbornly. Lan Zhan wants to kiss the pout from her mouth.
"We can work up to it," she says instead. It's important to have goals.
She takes her time tightening the straps around the muscles in her thighs. Wei Ying watches her hands on the buckles, her eyes dark. At one point she actually kicks her lips. "How do I look?" Lan Zhan says.
"G-good," Wei Ying says, swallowing. "Ah, jiejie, you're too sexy. I'm just one girl! How can I handle it?" She flops back onto the bed, flinging an arm over her eyes.
Lan Zhan comes over to her. When her weight dips the bed, Wei Ying peeks up at her from under her arm. "I think you will handle it very well," Lan Zhan says, and enjoys the way Wei Ying's eyes widen.
Wei Ying can't stop glancing down at the dildo when they kiss. Lan Zhan pulls away and kisses her way up Wei Ying's neck. "Does it make you nervous?" she murmurs. "My cock." She pops the K, feeling a little silly, but Wei Ying shudders under her hands.
"I'm not nervous." Wei Ying rubs her hands up and down Lan Zhan's hips, along where the straps meet her skin. "I'm impatient. Haven't you kissed me enough? Hurry up, Lan Zhan, put your dick in me." She wriggles a little in Lan Zhan's lap where she's straddling her legs.
Lan Zhan grabs her hips and holds her still. "You think you're ready?" She shoves a hand into Wei Ying's underwear, runs a rough finger over her clit. Oh, Wei Ying is soaked already. Lan Zhan wants to tease her, but she also wants to spread Wei Ying open on her cock, and she's never been good at denying herself what she wants. Not when it comes to Wei Ying.
She turns and half tips, half throws Wei Ying onto her back on the bed. Wei Ying laughs a little, breathless.
"Jiejie, you're flinging me around like this? How rude!"
"Get on your hands and knees," Lan Zhan snaps, and the teasing drops from Wei Ying's face as her eyes go dark. She makes a few token protests, but she's already got her legs spread as she makes them.
She still yelps, though, when Lan Zhan yanks her plain cotton panties down to her knees and lines herself up, the cold blunt tip of her dick pressing at Wei Ying's clenching pussy.
"Oh fuck, jiejie," Wei Ying says, as the first thrust bottoms out. Lan Zhan can see her clenching around her dick, the way each thrust gets her wetter.
"You're dripping," she says. "I didn't even do anything, and you're still like this." She swipes a thumb around her cock as it disappears into Wei Ying, then reaches around to feed Wei Ying her own wetness.
"You like my cock that much?" she says, and Wei Ying moans around her fingers. "Good girl," Lan Zhan says. She nudges Wei Ying's legs farther apart, pushes her shoulders down so that she has to arch her back, fucks down into her. Wei Ying tries to rock back onto her cock, but she doesn't have any leverage like this, just has to lie there and take it.
"Do you need something else?" Lan Zhan says. Wei Ying nods frantically. "You want me to touch you?"
"Please, please," Wei Ying says.
"All right," Lan Zhan says, and gives Wei Ying a smack.
Wei Ying yelps. "You said you wanted me to touch you," Lan Zhan points out. She runs her hand up the red mark, squeezing and twisting the tender skin.
"I didn't mean, I didn't mean like that." Wei Ying has to pause mid sentence as Lan Zhan thrusts particularly brutally.
"You don't want me to spank you?"
"It's silly," Wei Ying says.
"Hm," Lan Zhan says. "But do you want it?" She kneads the red handprint she left on Wei Ying's pretty ass, digging her fingers in. Wei Ying drops her head into her forearms and moans.
"Tell me what you want," Lan Zhan says. "If my cock isn't enough for you, you have to tell me."
"It's enough," Wei Ying pants. "It's too much, I can't, I need-" and Lan Zhan can feel the way she tightens in the resistance along her cock.
"All right, baby," Lan Zhan says, and she reaches down with one hand to rub Wei Ying's clit and spanks her once more at the same time. The slap is bright and sharp and Wei Ying comes immediately, shuddering on Lan Zhan's cock and sliding off onto the bed on her side.
"You're so mean to me, Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying says, once she regains her breath. Her hair's all ruffled; Lan Zhan runs her fingers through it.
"Am I?" Lan Zhan keeps her voice deadpan.
"Yes," Wei Ying tells her, pouting. "You made me come already and we didn't even get to the blue dildo. I'm going to prove you wrong, you know."
Lan Zhan simply kisses her. She's still wearing the strap, and it's a bit awkward, but she doesn't take it off. She'd have to stop touching Wei Ying to do that.
-
Wei Ying is nothing if not persistent. When Lan Zhan comes home from the studio, Wei Ying is sitting cross-legged on her bed with a selection of cocks arrayed in front of her like a vegetable merchant, culminating, of course, in the blue one. She's thoughtfully laid out a towel and gotten out Lan Zhan's bottle of lube.
"I haven't even changed out of my street clothes," Lan Zhan says, mildly. She puts her bag down and begins unbuttoning her shirt.
"Well, now you don't need to change," Wei Ying says. "Just take your clothes off."
"I need to change a little bit," Lan Zhan says, and she slips off her boxers and picks up the harness.
"Come on, come on," Wei Ying says, making grabby hands at her. When Lan Zhan walks over to her, Wei Ying hands her the first dildo in the series. Lan Zhan looks at it, then at Wei Ying, who's helpfully already taken off her pants, but is still wearing her loose cropped tshirt. It has fried eggs over the boobs. Lan Zhan should not find it as sexy as she does.
Wei Ying scoots back into the bed, spreading her legs, but Lan Zhan grabs her ankle. "You are not ready."
"Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying whines. "I started without you! I'm so wet, come on, look." She pulls Lan Zhan’s hand down to where she is, indeed, already very wet. Lan Zhan slides a finger into her, smooth and quick, and Wei Ying moans and clenches around her. She tries a second finger, and Wei Ying takes it easily. But she isn't ready, not to be fucked the way Lan Zhan wants to fuck her. She shakes her head and pulls her fingers out.
"No, you need to be warmed up," Lan Zhan says, and reaches up and feeds Wei Ying her fingers. She grabs Wei Ying’s jaw with the other hand, too tight, and feels Wei Ying swallow. She loves this, loves seeing Wei Ying unravel under her hands.
She reaches down and yanks up Wei Ying's shirt, pinches Wei Ying's nipple, too hard. It will hurt, she thinks. Wei Ying yelps around her fingers, but her hips buck where Lan Zhan has bracketed her with her thighs.
"Hold this up," Lan Zhan says, and pushes Wei Ying's shirt up all the way, exposing both her tits. Wei Ying does, using both hands. She makes a pretty picture, her mouth slick and wet, her breasts framed by her arms. Her skin is still littered with a few fading bruises from last time. Lan Zhan wants to see how long Wei Ying can hold herself like this. She plays with Wei Ying for a bit, sucking new bruises into her tits, her neck, the sensitive underside of her arms, the juncture of her hips, until Wei Ying is panting, gasping, writhing.
She was already worked up, already ready; Lan Zhan just loves pushing her. Wei Ying always surprises them both with how much she can take, and she falls apart so well.
When Lan Zhan pulls back to line herself up, Wei Ying doesn’t realize what’s happening. She whines, and wraps her leg around Lan Zhan, trying to bring her back. “So greedy,” Lan Zhan says, lightly. “Isn’t this what you were begging for?” She slaps the dildo along Wei Ying’s pussy once, twice, reveling in the wet smack of it. Wei Ying cries out, her legs spasming, trying to hitch her hips into Lan Zhan’s cock, but Lan Zhan pulls back. “You want it?”
“Yes,” Wei Ying says. She hasn’t even been fucked yet, and her head’s already lolling, her eyes blown. “Lan Zhan, come on, please, I need it.”
“Yeah? What do you need?”
“Your cock,” Wei Ying says, and she’s too fucked out to even sound embarrassed about it. Lan Zhan has mercy on her, thrusting home. Wei Ying makes gratifyingly fucked out little noises, her face slack in the way that lets Lan Zhan know she’s deep enough to stop caring about her facial expressions. Lan Zhan pulls her leg up, hooks it over one elbow, and presses a kiss to the inside of Wei Ying’s knee. Incongruous, maybe, with how she’s thrusting so hard that Wei Ying keeps sliding up the bed, the pillow crushed under her head. But she is always conscious of what a privilege it is to see Wei Ying undone, all her bright cheerful layers fallen away, just a raw core of need.
Wei Ying’s hands have fallen away from her shirt, and it’s sliding back down over her breasts. Lan Zhan is almost gentle as she takes Wei Ying’s hands and uses them to pull her shirt back up. “Be good, keep it up,” she says. Then she reaches down and touches Wei Ying’s clit, and watches Wei Ying’s hands spasm around the hem of the shirt as she rises towards an orgasm.
Wei Ying is still shuddering through the aftershocks when Lan Zhan slides the next cock into her. It’s larger than the first, but it goes into Wei Ying without much resistance. Maybe they will be able to work up to the blue dildo after all. She adds a few fingers alongside the dildo, enjoying the way Wei Ying clenches around her in shuddering little pulses.
On impulse, she bends to lick at Wei Ying's clit, and with that stimulation she's able to get four fingers around the dildo, in an angle that's too awkward to be particularly good for either of them but lets her whisper a steady stream of filth about how Wei Ying is so greedy she'll take anything, how she's almost got Lan Zhan's whole hand inside her. Maybe she needs two cocks, or three, or four, a whole parade to fuck her like she really wants. Wei Ying can't stop bucking back onto the cock with each successive piece of filth, and finally Lan Zhan takes pity on her and pulls out the blue dildo.
It really is massive. Wei Ying whines when she pulls away to fumble out a different O ring, and then find the lube bottle. Lan Zhan puts a grounding hand on Wei Ying's hip and sticks two lube-wet fingers into her without bothering to warm them. Wei Ying yelps, but she's so open there's no resistance at all as Lan Zhan scoops more lube into her pussy.
"Alright," Lan Zhan says, her brain churning too full of logistics to remember to be sexy. "I think you should ride me-that's the only way this will work."
Wei Ying doesn't say anything, or doesn't notice, her determined eyes firmly fixed on Lan Zhan’s cock. It takes forever for her to sink down onto it, her thighs trembling with the effort, and every time pleasure weakens them she sinks farther. When she's finally seated, bent almost in half, Lan Zhan reaches out and tips her chin up. "Keep your eyes on me," she says.
Wei Ying nods, her eyes wide and blown, and then almost immediately sags again, hands braced against Lan Zhan's tits as she breathes through another orgasm. Lan Zhan laughs, not cruelly, and before Wei Ying has finished clenching around the cock she grips her waist and thrusts, moving Wei Ying like a toy.
Wei Ying can barely keep herself upright anymore, sagging down against Lan Zhan's chest, her limbs loose and floppy as Lan Zhan continues to bounce her up and down on her cock. So Lan Zhan bucks up and flips them, Wei Ying squeaking with the movement, and thrusts into her with a slow curving twist. She grinds into the base, feeling a steady rise of pleasure at seeing Wei Ying so undone beneath her, but she's not chasing orgasm herself.
"Is it everything you wanted?" Lan Zhan says, and twists one of Wei Ying's dark nipples. Wei Ying only sobs, her breath catching in her throat. Lan Zhan runs her hand up Wei Ying's jaw in a caress, then pinches her tit again.
Back and forth, back and forth, smooth movements up and down Wei Ying's body alternating with sharp pinches or scratches that will send her nerves sparkling with sensation. And all the while Lan Zhan keeps fucking her, slow rocking motions that will crook against her G spot with every thrust.
Wei Ying is so close, she can tell, her whole body thrumming like a taut bowstring. "Come on, Wei Ying, show me," Lan Zhan says, and yanks her cock free. Wei Ying screams, liquid flying from her as she comes again. Her whole body jerks, her legs jerking up as she tries to curl away from the stimulation. Lan Zhan looks down at her, chest heaving, come shining fresh on her legs, her eyes wet and red. One more, she thinks.
It is the work of a few moments to rub Wei Ying's sore pussy to one last shuddering orgasm. Her limbs twitch feebly as she comes almost silently, just an exhalation of gasping breaths. Beautiful.
-
wei ying 9:03 pm
jiejie can i come over 🥺🥺 it's been such a long day i just want to see you
Lan Zhan 9:04 pm
Of course.
By the time the buzzer rings, Lan Zhan is wearing her harness. She leaves the door unlocked, so that Wei Ying can come in and find her sitting on the couch, her arms spread over the back of the seat, her legs spread. She's wearing a white tank top and the strap and nothing else.
"Oh," says Wei Ying, toeing off her shoes by the door, with a nervous little giggle. "Why hello, Lan Zhan. Did you get started without me, gege?"
"Come here," Lan Zhan says. She points at the ground in front of her, between her spread legs.
Wei Ying falls to her knees easily. The rug is going to dig into her skin, but she doesn't seem to notice. She'll complain later, and Lan Zhan will rub some lotion into her chafed skin. Right now, though, she's staring at Lan Zhan's dick.
"Well?" Lan Zhan says, a gesture of lazy nonchalance. She feels hot, tingly all over, like she's waiting for Wei Ying to suck her real cock. Her nipples pebble under her tank top.
Wei Ying bends forward and wraps her lips around the head. She's gazing up at Lan Zhan through her eyelashes, straight and dark, like she's waiting for direction. Her mouth is a round red O around Lan Zhan's cock. She looks like a picture from an old porn magazine.
"Good girl," Lan Zhan says. "You can take more, can't you?" She slides her hand through Wei Ying's short hair, prickly where she's buzzed it recently at the back of her neck, and feeds Wei Ying her cock. She's wrapped her hand around the base so Wei Ying can't go too deep, but the cock is long and slender, with a round bulbous head. When it hits the back of Wei Ying's throat she chokes and tries to pull off, but Lan Zhan won't let her.
"Come on. You took my blue cock like a pro. You're telling me you can't suck this little cock?"
Tears are forming at the corners of Wei Ying's eyes, threatening to spill over. Her throat is working as she struggles not to choke on the cock, as she keeps trying to ease herself down. Lan Zhan pulls her hand from Wei Ying's hair to run her fingertips down the column of Wei Ying's throat. She doesn't need to hold Wei Ying down anymore; Wei Ying's eyes are blown wide and black. She'll go wherever Lan Zhan puts her.
Wei Ying shudders at the soft touch, a ripple running down her spine. Lan Zhan wonders if she's wet, just from this, just from being put on her knees and fed cock. She hopes so.
Wei Ying pulls off with a gasp, a thread of spit trailing from her bruised lips to the head of Lan Zhan's cock. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she's panting, but Lan Zhan stokes her head, soothes her until her breath has evened out a bit.
"That's all right," she says. "Try again." And she pushes Wei Ying back down, slow and inexorable, until Wei Ying's lips meet her fist at the base of her cock.
"Good girl," she says, and Wei Ying whimpers. "Again," she says, and drags Wei Ying almost all the way off, then thrusts her hips forward. She can feel the moment where Wei Ying almost chokes and visibly relaxes her throat. The tears are spilling out in earnest now, Wei Ying's eyes gone glassy and red, but she's fisted her hands on her thighs in the way that means she's trying not to touch herself.
"I'm going to fuck your face now," Lan Zhan says. "Can you take my cock?"
Wei Ying nods.
"I can't hear you," Lan Zhan says, and pulls the cock out of Wei Ying's mouth. She taps it on Wei Ying's cheek, a light slap that leaves a wet smear on her lovely face. Wei Ying moans, but as she opens her mouth to answer Lan Zhan grabs her chin and forces her cock back inside. "Can you take it?"
Lan Zhan can see the moment where Wei Ying realizes what Lan Zhan wants from her. Her eyes widen, and she answers with a garbled half-sentence muffled by Lan Zhan's cock.
"That's it," Lan Zhan says. "Such a fast learner." She pulls back, grabbing Wei Ying by the back of the head, fisting her hair in her hands, and slams forward. Wei Ying's lips meet the leather of the harness, and she's crying in earnest now, tears rolling freely down her cheeks, but she doesn't choke. Lan Zhan can hear the click of her throat as she swallows around her cock. She pulls back, then forward again, settling into a brutal rhythm. Wei Ying is whimpering, whether in pleasure or pain or some measure of the two Lan Zhan can't tell.
"You're taking me so well," Lan Zhan says, stroking a thumb along Wei Ying's cheek to wipe her tears away. "You're so good at this, I can fuck your mouth just like a pussy. I don't even need to bother with your cunt."
Wei Ying sobs around her, her hips bucking, clenching around nothing.
"No? You want something inside you?"
Wei Ying whimpers and nods. Lan Zhan runs her thumb over her cheekbone, wet with tears and spit. "I don't know if you've earned my cock in your cunt," she says, idly. "You can have a cock, if you're so desperate, but it won't be mine. I want to keep fucking your mouth."
Wei Ying pulls off and leans her forehead against Lan Zhan's thigh, panting. "Please," she says. "Please fuck me, Lan Zhan, please, I need it."
"I am fucking you," Lan Zhan says, and moves Wei Ying's head back towards her cock. Wei Ying puts a hand on her thigh, pushing back, and Lan Zhan doesn't force her yet.
"I need you in my- in my pussy," Wei Ying says, her cheeks flushing. "Lan Zhan, please. Do you want me to beg? I'll beg. Gege, put your cock in my cunt. I'm so empty, I need you, Lan Zhan please."
Lan Zhan taps the head of her cock against Wei Ying's lips, considering, and Wei Ying opens obediently, but not before saying a final "please."
Lan Zhan taps her knees apart with her toes, and Wei Ying shuffles obligingly so that Lan Zhan can see the dark spot of wetness spreading from the crotch of her athletic shorts. She really wasn't kidding about needing something in her, was she. Lan Zhan is feeling generous, but not that generous, and she wants to see Wei Ying writhe. She pulls her off again and taps Wei Ying's thigh. "Get these off," she says, gesturing to Wei Ying's ruined shorts. "I'm going to give you a cock, but it won't be mine, and if you prove yourself on that, maybe I'll fuck you."
Wei Ying lets out a long low breath against Lan Zhan's knee. "Okay, gege," she says. "Thank you."
When Lan Zhan comes back with her second largest cock, black and wickedly curved, Wei Ying's eyes widen. "If you can't take this, you certainly can't take my cock," she says.
Wei Ying makes grabby hands for it, but her movements are slow. She's gone under a bit, sweet and pliable. Lan Zhan hands her the cock and watches her settle herself onto it, slowly sinking down without any prep at all.
"Oh, look at you," Lan Zhan says. "Take off your shirt. I want to see your tits bounce when you fuck yourself."
Wei Ying is open mouthed and panting, bent nearly double with the effort of sinking onto the cock. Her thighs are trembling. She reaches with uncoordinated limbs to pull her tshirt over her head, but each movement grinds her swollen clit against the textured base of the dildo and she has to pause with her shirt rucked up above her tits.
"Come on," Lan Zhan says, mocking impatience, and yanks the shirt over Wei Ying's head in a way that leaves her sightless and muffled for a few seconds. The bra comes next, unhooked with sharp motions that snap the elastic against Wei Ying's skin. She yelps, and Lan Zhan digs her thumb over the marks in a mockery of care.
"There you are," Lan Zhan says. Wei Ying's chest is dotted with old hickeys, her stomach rising and falling with the effort of keeping herself upright. She has her hands planted on the floor for support, and her tits are hanging down a bit, dark nipples pointed towards the ground. "Now I can fuck you," Lan Zhan says, "but I want to see you work for it. Show me how you'll treat my cock."
Wei Ying whimpers, and pushes herself up on the dildo. She falls back down almost immediately, her breath punched out of her. "You can do better than that," Lan Zhan says, supercilious. "Do you want my cock in your cunt or not?"
Wei Ying shudders. She pushes herself up again, then sinks back down, trying to control her descent. When she's established a halting rhythm, Lan Zhan hauls her up by the hair. "I'm not done fucking you yet," she says, and stuffs her cock back into Wei Ying's mouth. In order to reach Lan Zhan's cock, Wei Ying can't use her hands to support herself; she has to use her thighs alone to control her rise and fall. Her legs are shaking with the effort; between her thighs Lan Zhan can see her dark curls shining and slick. She moans around Lan Zhan's dick as Lan Zhan begins to rock into her mouth again. More gently this time, since she knows that Wei Ying won't be able to focus on not choking, but inexorable, setting a faster pace than Wei Ying's rise and fall on the dildo.
Wei Ying is barely able to even keep her teeth covered; at one point her mouth falls open and she pants, a little ah ah ah around Lan Zhan's cock that says she's close. Lan Zhan wants to see how far she can take it. She leans in, shoves Wei Ying all the way down onto her cock, and tells her, "come" as she holds her there.
Wei Ying does, shuddering and jerking on the two cocks filling her up. Lan Zhan tugs her cock gently from Wei Ying's mouth and Wei Ying sags against her, her forehead sticky on Lan Zhan's thigh. She's still sitting on the dildo, and when Lan Zhan reaches down to run her finger around the wet rim of her pussy Wei Ying shudders with her whole body.
"Now you're ready for my cock," Lan Zhan says, and Wei Ying heaves in a breath that becomes a sob when Lan Zhan pushes her onto her back. She wants to see Wei Ying's face, the way her whole body goes slack with pleasure.
It doesn't take long, with Wei Ying so worked up. Wei Ying is half choking on her own spit, her mouth wet and red. She can't even push back anymore, and every time Lan Zhan thrusts she slides a little further up the bed, her arms and legs sprawled open. Lan Zhan lets herself focus on the grind of friction the base of the dildo gives her instead of her stroke rhythm. She speeds up, thrusting furiously into Wei Ying, whose soft little moans rise into a steady wail. Lan Zhan feels herself rising, needs just a little more, so she slips her hand into the strap on and rubs at her clit until she comes, shuddering, against Wei Ying.
-
After sex, and after cuddling, and after a brief wipe down and a whole bottle of water, Wei Ying sits on the edge of the bed and fidgets. She’s biting at the edge of her thumbnail, her brow furrowed. Lan Zhan wants to kiss it, but Wei Ying seems antsier than she usually does after three orgasms. She refrains. Is this how Wei Ying drops?
“So is this, like, a thing for you?” Wei Ying finally says, gesturing at the dick jutting out from Lan Zhan’s pelvis.
Lan Zhan looks down at her strap, which she hasn’t taken off yet. She’d felt lazy, holding Wei Ying in the aftermath of Wei Ying’s explosive last orgasm. “What kind of thing.” Obviously, she finds wearing the strap sexually pleasurable, or she wouldn’t be doing it. But Wei Ying seems to mean something else.
“You know,” Wei Ying says. “Is it like.” She jiggles her foot, and visibly gives up on the sentence as a bad job. “You know I’m bi, right? If you wanted. If– anything you want, it’s fine with me.”
“Do you think I’m wearing the strap to mitigate gender dysphoria?” The sentence comes out more frustrated than she meant it to. She wishes Wei Ying had just asked, instead of dancing on eggshells for several minutes.
But Wei Ying just looks at her. “I mean, are you?”
Lan Zhan has to pause. Is she? She likes the strap, likes the way it makes her feel, likes the way it looks right now, still wet with lube and Wei Ying. It feels like an extension of herself, a piece of her that she removes at the end of the night and washes and oils carefully and puts away.
She thinks about the way it would feel to wear the strap all the time, to be ready to take Wei Ying apart at any moment, and feels a bolt of heat shoot down her core. That’s something to investigate, certainly. To wear it around the house, peeking out from her jeans, or from a pair of loose pants. To feel Wei Ying’s eyes on her, waiting, anticipating the moment Lan Zhan decided to come over and fuck her.
“I think I just find it arousing,” she says.
“It can be both,” Wei Ying says, with all the gentleness of the woman who calls Wen Ning her didi.
“Mm,” Lan Zhan says. “I don’t think it is, but I’ll let you know.”
Wei Ying smiles at her, bright and easy. “I love you,” she says. “Kiss me?”
Lan Zhan does, and if some time during the proceedings she finds herself inside Wei Ying again, well.