Wild Creatures

Chapter 41

"Speakerphone." Wei Ying mouths to Lan Zhan.

He presses the correct button and now Wei Ying can speak directly to him.

"What's going on, XiChen-Ge?" he asked, smiling because of cute Lans.

"It's a surprise!" XiChen says, cryptically. "Just trust me when I tell you that it concerns you most of all, A-Xian. Alright?"

"Okay, XiChen-Ge. I trust you." Wei Ying says, cheerfully.

Lan Zhan and his brother talk about mutual clients and design changes before they hang up.

"I wonder why he wants us to watch, and what he wants us to watch." Wei Ying taps at his nose, thoughtfully.

"Xiongzhang likes to watch Spanish romance dramas." Lan Zhan confides, suddenly.

"Really?" Wei Ying is baffled and amused. "So you think it's a drama rec?"

"Might be." Lan Zhan smiles.

"On another note, I was thinking about you." Wei Ying says, as usual, his brain sprinting along faster than he can vocalise his thoughts.

"Mn?" Lan Zhan sounds terribly happy about this.

"Well, okay that too, but specifically, about your ability to Compel. I wonder if you can make people do silly stuff?" That gremlin smile is back, sparking a hidden excitement in Lan Zhan's own body.

If Wei Ying is a lit match, then Lan Zhan is dry tinder, yearning to burn.

"Such as?" Lan Zhan cannot help staring at his mouth while Wei Ying talks.

Just the shape of his two lips, how the bottom one sticks out slightly as if beckoning him closer, a little fuller than his top one. And both so lovely a shade of pink, still tenderly swollen because of their enthusiastic greetings.

Wei Ying licks his lips, and that's it for Lan Zhan.

His self control vanishes like it was never there, and he swoops in to cover that delicious mouth with his own. He'll apologise for interrupting Wei Ying later; for now, this is just reiterating his comment earlier that kissing was important.

Since he no longer needed to breathe air, he could confidently say that this worshipping of Wei Ying's mouth was far more important than what others needed to stay alive. It was so soft, and so unbelievably pliant under his own, and the taste!

Simply exquisite.

No words came to mind for Lan Zhan to be able to adequately describe this intensity, this addiction who's name was Wei Ying.

No one else was capable of making all these little tingles spark like live wires across his skin, filling him up with a burning need to possess and care for this benevolent spirit. This man, who in a few short days, had completely taken over all of Lan Zhan's priorities. He and A-Yuan, and now A-Yi, all three of them had kidnapped his mind and now all he could think about was their wellbeing.

And this.

The bliss which pervades each and every one of his pores seems limitless, a joy without barriers. It is all encompassing, and Lan Zhan wonders how he was able to exist without Wei Ying, previously.

It feels unthinkable.

This kiss finishes, and Lan Zhan buries his face against Wei Ying's neck, too overcome by his emotions to speak. The comforting fragrance of lotus flowers and vanilla soothes his frazzled mind.

Wei Ying is similarly affected, because he chokes back a sigh, holding him just as tightly in return.

Who knew that finding Lan Zhan, a stranger then, in an alley on that fateful night, would lead to a mind-blowing relationship, and in that connection, finding the other half of his soul? That's what this feels like.