[There'd been a time that knowing how much stronger Lan Zhan was than him would be a point of contention, a bit of rivalry and releasing his teenage hormones in the form of combat. Now, the forceful hold against his wrists only makes him gasp and whimper with need. He was already responding to Lan Zhan's hand, but the show of strength and the weight of Lan Zhan's hips pressing down against him- it's enough to have him fully hard, his response obvious with how close together they are. Though he tries to shift beneath his husband's body, to grind up against him, find pleasure in a bit of friction, it's hard to move much at all, and he makes a helpless noise, throat bobbing as he glances up.]

It's- It's absolutely unfair how hot that is, Lan Zhan, fuck.

[The curse comes out as a hiss under his breath, even as he squirms in Lan Zhan's grasp. Is it really this easy to get him worked up?]

I-

[He starts, only a tiny bit self-conscious after his earlier vulnerability.]

Please, Lan Zhan, just a little, I want- want more. It's not enough!