Wei Ying bites his lip hard enough to draw blood to keep quiet. The roughness of it, the potential audience, his husband's relentless thrusting and hand on his cock are all combining in a way to drive him wild. He hands fidget against the wall, pounding on it as the pleasure continues to intensify, little whimpers forcing their way out of him.

Finally, his climax hits him hard, semen spilling out onto the wall, his inner muscles working Lan Zhan's cock as he rides it out, mind completely preoccupied with the suddenly gargantuan task of simply staying on his feet.