Wei Ying moans with mingled pain and pleasure at the quick rough entry, bracing himself with his elbows on the counter. Maybe they should've taken another minute or two to prepare but it's too late for that now. Lan Zhan's dick almost feels too huge inside him and the sensation of it is making his breath come in ragged gasps.

But in no way does Wei Ying want him to pull out either so he focuses on his breathing, trying to steady and focus on his breathing so his passage will relax.

"Lan Zhan... You..."

Whatever words he was going to say are lost as his mind just goes blank. Lan Zhan's arm around him feels really nice, too.