A look of surprise crosses Wei Ying's face when Lan Zhan grabs his wrist and pulls his hand away. A beautiful smile spreads across it next, his eyes warm and very much alive. With obedience that would be shocking to anyone else that knew him, Wei Ying complies immediately with the demand, sitting up and sliding off the counter.

Or at least, it seems like he's going to obey right up until Wei Ying looks up, locking eyes deliberately with Lan Zhan before dropping down to his knees. He reaches for the dick now directly in front of his face, gripping it firmly around the base, and plunges his mouth over the head. In the past, he'd take his time with this task, licking, teasing and savoring the texture and taste but right now, he has a very specific purpose in mind. Once Lan Zhan's dick is liberally coated with saliva he pulls his mouth away, he stands up.

Now Wei Ying turns to face the countertop and bends over as Lan Zhan instructed.