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"Wei Ying." The name was panted out even though the woman being called wasn't present. Lan Zhan was probably for the thirtieth time that day lamenting the conference that had taken her away from Wei Ying. She'd much rather be with her wife, in bed, at their house, with Wei Ying's hand tugging at her nipples and rhythmically ramming the neon pink dildo into her cunt.
Lan Qiren just had to get a cold and that meant Lan Zhan had to take his place at the conference for traditional instruments. Lan Xichen was lucky he was already visiting his husband's hometown and was unable to step in as replacement.
The bed was shitty, the room smelled exactly the opposite of home, the angle she was able to get was good, but not even close to the mind-blowing feeling of Wei Ying thrusting something inside her. Lan Zhan continued for a few more minutes. Desperately trying to keep her head in the right space to enjoy it, but then the loud air conditioning unit started up. Blowing freezing air on Lan Zhan even though it was the end of February and snow was still falling. Lan Zhan sighed loudly, debating if it was worth getting under the covers and continuing. She hated having sheets and blankets on her when she was masturbating. Lube always got on something, the blankets were in the way, it was too much stimulation, and it was overall not worth it. Right as she was able to give up and dedicate herself to being in both a bad mood and sexually frustrated her phone started ringing.
It was late enough that Lan Zhan should be asleep, but the city the conference was in was two hours behind and she was completely awake. She grabbed the phone and swiped to answer the call. Immediately after hearing the excited tone filtering over the speaker the tenseness in her shoulders relaxed.
"Lan Zhan! The cdrama we were wanting to watch got released! I won't watch it with you, I'll wait, don't worry, but I missed you, so, I called, I know that it's close to your bedtime." Wei Ying let the words out without a breath in-between.
"I appreciate you waiting to watch it." She replied. Wei Ying hummed quietly, going quiet.
"Lan Zhan, the conference hasn't even started yet. You sound like you want to become a plant and never talk again." She wasn't far off. The flight and travel, along with a sour and unwanted conversation with stuffy musicians two minutes after getting to the hotel lobby had Lan Zhan ready to take anyone up on the offer to become a voiceless, earless being. Wei Ying would have to join because Lan Zhan wanted to be plants. Together. Then again, Wei Ying was a creature of noise and excitement, a plant would likely not suit her. She could be a fox and curl up next to Lan Zhan in the sun.
She moved on from her plant thoughts and replied instead, "the trip was tiresome." Her voice conveying more exhaustion than she had intended.
Wei Ying laughed, "Nie Huisang sent me a picture of your face in the lobby. The judgment of the Lan family is beautiful to behold. I don't know how someone could keep trying to talk to you when you had that expression on your face."
"You kept talking to me when I looked at you like that." Lan Zhan replied fondly. Early college was a time for a lot of repression and unsurprisingly unfettered scorn for the loud, confident, woman dressed in wine red and black who, without thinking, would refute professors on just about anything. Wei Ying's laughter made the connection cut out for a moment.
"I'm me, it's different. I saw it and just didn't care. I wasn't so full of myself that I was delusional enough to believe your face had nothing to do with me."
"Noble of you."
"Are you doing okay, outside of the travel shit?" Her voice was softer. Lan Zhan knew that if she could see see her face there would be a tiny scrunch between her eyebrows. It would make her immediately want to kiss it.
"I'm fine, I just need to sleep and accept that the next two days will use large amounts of energy." Her statement didn't warrant more explanation. They both knew how much a disruption of her routine and copious amounts of social interaction wore on her.
She got a hum in reply. "What are you doing? Are you relaxing. You brought that new book you bought, right? It's long enough you couldn't have finished it on the plane already."
"I was masturbating." She let her tone indicate how well that had been going.
"Sounds like that was not the tits." Lan Zhan huffed out a laugh.
"It was not going well. Everything here is, wrong. I want you in our bed." She confessed quietly, willing herself to not cry in frustration. Traveling always did this to her. It made her overwhelmed and drained and prone to crying to try to stabilize herself in whatever way her body could. She knew Wei Ying could hear the almost there tears in her voice.
"Oh baby, two days and then I'll be picking you up from the airport. Then I'll fuck you into the mattress with the new strap that arrived in the mail earlier today." Her voice got hot near the end. It made Lan Zhan's pussy throb. It was an immediate reaction, knowing exactly what followed that tone. She became aware of the dildo that was still inside of her, held in place by her thighs.
She moaned out as she flexed her thighs together to press the dildo into her deeper. She heard Wei Ying's breath hitch.
"Hey, babe, what sex toys did you bring with you?"
"The neon pink dildo and the purple vibrator."
"You want me to help? Did you come before I called you?" Her voice was lower. Lan Zhan knew that there would be pink covering the bridge of her nose and Wei Ying's hand was probably absently running up and down her thigh.
"No, it was not going well, please." She begged out. Wei Ying moaned and Lan Zhan heard fabric rustling.
"Okay, fuck, what were you using?"
"The dildo, that's it."
"Is it still inside you?" Lan Zhan was already hot and noticeably wetter than she was two minutes ago. She would really never get tired of how little of Wei Ying it took for her to feel hazy and turned on to the point she could easily get off in under five minutes. She made a noise of confirmation. "Take it out and go to the bathroom. I want you to suction it to the floor. Lay down a towel so you don't hurt your knees on the tile and then I want you to sit on the dick and imagine it's mine. Don't move once it's inside of you until I tell you too.
"Do you want me to tell you when I've done all of that?"
"Oh baby, I'll know. Do as I told you." Lan Zhan's heart picked up at the sound of Wei Ying using her dom voice. It was the perfect amount of cocky and cold. She'd perfected it to never go up as if she were questioning her own commands. Even her questions were phrased like a statement. It made Lan Zhan drip onto the dildo. She pulled the pink cock out of her and got everything situated before reached down to hold the dildo in place and let her body fall onto it. She'd put the phone on speaker on the counter and knew that even if the phone was across the room Wei Ying would have still been able to hear the moan the Lan Zhan let out.
"Fuck yourself, fast, I want those gorgeous thighs burning. I want to watch you fuck yourself in front of me. You know you're not good enough for me to fuck myself, but I'll be nice and let you get off. You can even look at me as you do it. You can see my legs, the same ones you rubbed yourself raw on last night.
Lan Zhan was gone, already moving at a pace that would have her back screaming tomorrow. She felt dirty, fucking herself on the floor, the wet slap of the fake balls hitting her flesh. She knew she should be more quiet, not knowing how thin the walls were, but as Wei Ying kept talking she couldn't remember to close her mouth. Quick pants were mixed with moans as Lan Zhan felt the cock hit the spot inside of her that had the pleasure run down her thighs and had her clenching down on the silicone.
She barely had to think to imagine the scene Wei Ying's voice described. Her tall wife, standing in front of her, eyes cold and lips stretched in a smile as she looked down on Lan Zhan. She'd have one hand mindlessly playing with herself, but her attention would only be on Lan Zhan. She'd taunt her by being so close, but untouchable. It helped that this scene was one that'd they'd played out multiple times over their years of being together.
Lan Zhan knew she would be happy to be on her knees in front of Wei Ying, she just didn't know how turned on it would make her to bounce on a cock as her wife watched. Wei Ying had once made her do it in front of a mirror so she could see how her expression melted into red cheeks and glassy eyes, how when she was getting close she couldn't keep her mouth closed. Her tits would bounce and she would beg Wei Ying to touch them. Wei Ying would keep her fucking herself through at least two orgasms and then she finally either offer up her leg for Lan Zhan to hump against as she kept riding the cock or she'd bring one of her hands down to her clit and rub her until she was unable to think.
"Lan Zhan are you close? You're voice is whiny just like when you're about to come." She didn't have the working brain cells to mention that Wei Ying's voice was also rough and breathy and that she was also clearly close to coming. "Keep going, be good for me, touch your clit for me." Lan Zhan brought one of hands to her clit and rubbed it in fast circles.
"Wei Ying, I'm gonna come, please, god, I-! Ahh!, FUCK, Wei Ying!" She felt her hips grind down as her hand kept going. Through the buzz in her ears she heard Wei Ying's accompanying moans and the sound of slick fingers fucking into her cunt.
"Jesus, baby." They both took a minute to catch their breath. Now, not turned on within an inch of her life, Lan Zhan was becoming very aware of how uncomfortable her knees were and that there was so much lube and come on her, it didn't make sense to do anything except shower again. "You okay?"
"Mm, need to shower and sleep."
"Okay, I won't keep you. I'm sorry the trip is stressful. I love you. Call me if you need anything." Wei Ying murmured. Lan Zhan didn't know how her chest could be this warm even after this many years, but it still held this feeling she couldn't really describe at hearing the causal words from Wei Ying to call if she needed anything. She knew she could call with anything in the world, at any time, and she'd hear the voice she loved so much pick up.
"Love you." She whispered back and smiled before ending the call and counting down the hours until she was back home.