"Lan Zhan! Let's masturbuate in front of each other, the one who comes first has to do the dishes," he snickers, comfortably sitting down on the couch butt naked.

Lan Zhan has to blink a several times, then he sighs and sits down too. He knows that even if he says no, Wei Ying

would do it either way. "For the entire week," Lan Zhan adds, pulling down his sweat pants just enough to reveal his cock.

"Hehe~ you think I'm gonna lose you?" Wei Ying is actually confident that Lan Zhan is the one to lose, you see, he has a grand plan.

He starts with sensually swallowing his slender fingers down his throat, purposely drooling a bit and making a sound of gagging. He knows Lan Zhan has a thing for his gag reflex. "Mnn..." He moans, dragging the slick finders over the tip of his cock, teasing it gently.

"Lan Zhan...keep your eyes on me as you touch yourself...nnh..."

Lan Zhan sucks in his breath, okay, Wei Ying does things to him. But he's is not going to lose either, his eyes are locked on his boyfriend's arousal, occasionally going back to his lustful face expression.

Wei Ying strokes himself slowly, cock growing harder and harder by each following second, twitching when he presses on the sensitive shaft a bit too roughly, "Nhh... Lan Zhan are you watching properly...?" It's not quite a moan, but his voice has become a bit heavy.

Lan Zhan wets his lips, hand moving up and down his own erection, he sure is watching, how can he not? Wei Ying's half lidded eyes, his red parted lips and chest heaving up and down as he touches himself – Lan Zhan sees it all.

Wei Ying's legs parts some more as he lays down on the couch, he wants his boyfriend to have the best view on everything, including his little, twitchy hole which so wants to be fingered. "Lan Zhan... Say something...do you like what you see...?" He almost whines, using

his other hand to tease at the small entrance.

Lan Zhan sucks in another deep breath, the grip around his cock tightening. He don't really care about the dish washing if he can have a good show of his boyfriend fingering himself.

Wei Ying has slipped a finger inside already, shyly moving it around, he avoids his sweet spot because that would mean he will lose. But he won't! "Hehe...you like that? Nhh... I bet you want to raw me with those fingers, don't you, Lan Zhan...?"

Lan Zhan's hand moves up and down his length, but he's going easy on himself, he knows what Wei Ying is doing. "I would like that, because a crying Wei Ying is pretty," he comments, pressing the back of his thumb against his slick cockhead, dragging the fluids obscenely

around it.

"...fuck–," Wei Ying moans out, that's not fair, who said Lan Zhan could tease him? He's the one supposed to tease HIM! In his daze, Wei Ying adds one more finger, his toes curling up on the couch, gods, he really wants to be rawed now.

He bucks his hips a bit, but not too sharply, he avoids his prostate like plague, buuuut....maybe if he touches it just a tiny little bit, nothing would happen... With that confidence, Wei Ying throws his leg over the backrest and with his fingers going in deeper, he

brushes them past his sweet spot. "Fuck...ah—," it already feels too intense and with how satisfied Lan Zhan looks, he starts to fear that he might lose his own damn game!

I will finish it tomorrow so help me decide who's gonna lose and come first

With a shaky breath, Wei Ying fingers himself while his other hand works on his cock, more and more sweet moans spilling his parted lips. He is embarrassed how good it feels being watched by Lan Zhan as he touches himself.

"Mnn.... Lan Zhan...you are cheating...you are

barely even touching yourself..." He whines, his tone slightly nasal.

"Seeing you touching yourself is enough," he says and, oh, Lan Zhan's voice is actually a bit heavy, he /is/feeling it.

It encourages Wei Ying to do mischief, he pushes one of his legs against Lan Zhan's cock, stroking the hot shaft teasingly.

"...Wei Ying," he rasps, that...little foot feels good, it's cold and in the contrast of his burning erection, sends shudders down his spine.

"Tehee~, Lan Zhan, oh, Lan Zhan, you're so hot, I can feel you throbbing against my foot–," he rubs the tip with his toes, coating them with precome to drag the slick substance over his boyfriend's shaft.

Lan Zhan grabs Wei Ying's ankle, squeezing it lightly, "Stop fooling

around, that's cheating."

"How is that cheating? I'm already fingering myself as a bonus, it's only fair...!" He whines, accidentally pressing down onto his sweet spot again, his hips jerking in anticipation.

"I didn't say you have to do it–," Lan Zhan tightens the grip on Wei Ying's ankle when those playful toes don't stop in their teasing.

"Nhh! Lan Zhan...!" even if his foot is held, he can still move his toes, he won't lose!

Or...he believes so. Wei Ying's cock is throbbing

against his touch, his balls tight, ass desperately wanting for more so he adds the third digit, eagerly finger fucking himself. "Nh... Lan Zhan... Imagine... Your dick...inside me...ahh..." He moans through his nose, that way his voice is more tempting.

Lan Zhan closes his eyes, sighing, his hips unconsciously moving in attempt to grind against Wei Ying's foot. He doesn't really care about the dishes, but seeing Wei Ying loosing and coming hard is what encourages him to win this bet.

He thrusts his hips up and down, allowing

Wei Ying to do with his cock whatever he wants, he even lets out more sounds than usually. He knows that Wei Ying is weak against his moans.

Just as expected, the moment when Lan Zhan pants out "Wei Ying–", said Wei Ying throws his head back, sobbing as he nearly comes.

"Haah... L-Lan Zhan...not fair...this is not fair..." He abandons his cock, hand sliding under his tee to tease his nipples, fingers angrily plunging into his stretched hole. Who cares about the dishes? He just wants to come and to come hard. "Lan Zhan– look what you've done

to me....hahaha...nnh....fuck..." Wei Ying moves his ass up and down, riding his fingers, his body shaking in pleasure. "Lan Zhan Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan— nnn...."

"Come for me," he grips Wei Ying's ankle again, dark citrine eyes locked on his boyfriend's face and his bitten lips.

"Oh, God— fuck...!" Wei Ying mewls, trying to squeeze his legs together as he comes, cum spilling over his belly and the couch, leaving wet patches on the fabric. But even then it's not enough, his hips are still moving as he fucks himself through his orgasm, moaning

whatever nonsense he can think of.

It takes him a while to recover, his body twitching in ovetsensitivity, only then he realises that he lost the bet and has to wash the dishes for an entire week.

He sobs, wanting to pull away his leg from Lan Zhan's cock but his boyfriend

refuses to let it go. "Lan Zhannn... I already lost... What else do you want from me...?"

Lan Zhan's eyes drops on Wei Ying's delicate foot, lips slightly curving up, "If you make me come with your feet, I will do the dishes."