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It started as a joke. Wei Ying had found a silly pillow with a chocolate bunny joke and thought it would be funny to display it at Lan Zhan’s apartment. It was a novelty thing, nos intended as serious home decor. Most likely Wei Ying expected Lan Zhan to object to it, but he really did have no issue with the pillow, despite the fact that he would have not chosen it himself.
Wei Ying was technically a guest in his apartment, but Lan Zhan considered him a fixed part of his life. He gave his best friend a key as soon as he thought about it and was glad when Wei Ying made himself at home there, when he left his things behind, when he appeared out of nowhere to spend time with Lan Zhan, when he made the space livelier with his energy.
He smiled to himself when he saw the pillow. It was one of those small joys that Wei Ying brought to his life.
It was probably his non-reaction that made Wei Ying try again, with another novelty pillow with a silly rabbit pun. But Lan Zhan just did that thing with his face that meant he was mentally rolling his eyes and let it be. And thus, he sealed his fate.
The pillows kept appearing frequently, to the point that Lan Zhan would take the older ones and keep them in his guest room, leaving the spotlight for whatever new surprise Wei Ying would bring next. It became a them thing. It was something that Lan Zhan enjoyed immensely and Wei Ying too, judging by his gleeful face every time he brought another ridiculous pillow. Whether it was something about bunnies, music, Lan Zhan’s sarcastic nature or just some bad pun, the pillows were a treasured connection between them.
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The day things changed, it was mostly accidental.
Lan Zhan had a pillow he reserved for personal use. An utilitarian thing, something he did not associate with any other pillow in his home. Just something for release.
He had realized in his youth that he didn’t always enjoy direct stimulation in his private time. Soon after discovering the pleasures of the flesh, he’d realized that his hand was not always what he needed. He found out that the softness of a pillow was just the thing when he wanted to indulge. He just had to rub against it and let the soothing movement bring him a more subtle pleasure and slow release.
Thus, the pillow.
The one he used for such activities was in the wash that day, but he was in the mood for indulging. Normally, if he faced such a situation he would just use his hand for once, or even a toy, but this time he realized he had a collection of soft extra pillows at his disposal.
So, he made use of them. Enthusiastically.
But in the middle of it, he was assaulted by thoughts of Wei Ying, who brought all these pillows for him. Admittedly, he was a frequent subject of Lan Zhan’s imagination during these activities, but this time there was a special spark, something unnameable that connected Lan Zhan’s usual pleasure to his friend and these objects.
It became a routine. Lan Zhan started indulging himself more frequently, wearing lingerie, softly moaning Wei Ying's name while humping the last pillow in the collection. One day he realized that Wei Ying thought he just discarded the old pillows after a new one appeared, he didn't know he kept them all, which gave Lan Zhan more of a thrill when he eventually gave in to another one. It felt forbidden, somewhat.
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Then, one evening Wei Ying appeared with a serious, elegant, obviously expensive decorative pillow that actually matched Lan Zhan's decor. It was soft and fluffy and had beautiful, velvety cloud appliqués in an ombre blue that fitted Lan Zhan's tastes and personality to a T. Wei Ying dismissed his heartfelt thanks and said it was because Lan Zhan needed one that lasted longer, that was not a prank for once.
Lan Zhan loved it. But then he was so tempted to... use it.
He kept looking at it when he passed by the living room. It was distracting him and even the other pillows started to feel off. He kept thinking about that one, constantly.
Eventually he gave in and took it into his bedroom. He humped it softly and carefully to avoid soiling it, biting his lips and closing his eyes while he moved slowly back and forth to a powerful climax.
After that, seeing it on the sofa brought him memories of what he'd done to it and it was both a thrill and a torture. Seeing Wei Ying next to it made it worse. He kept doing it, no matter how much he tried to resist. Not long after, he ended up masturbating right there on the sofa and his orgasm of that night left him a trembling, shivering mess for long, long minutes.
Of course, he made sure there was no trace of his activities on the pillow, that it was always clean.
But now he trembled inside every time Wei Ying sat on the sofa, bit his lip when Wei Ying touched the pillow and sweated buckets when one day Wei Ying visited while he was tired and fell asleep with his face plastered right there on the blue clouds.
By that weekend he was absolutely horny and gagging for some release, so he prepared himself for a self indulgent treat. He wore a really sinful but elegant set of lingerie in his preferred blue tones, one that trapped his erection just so, that would provide the perfect satiny feeling that worked perfectly with the delicious friction of the pillow. It was one of his favorites; a diaphanous thing that made an intriguing contrast with his strong figure. He put on some makeup to feel really shameless and even lit some candles. He was already hard, ready to hump away and forget about the rest of the world for tonight.
He didn't see the messages or hear the call from Wei Ying, as he was sure that his friend mentioned using the weekend to do some errands.
He didn't think anything of being right there in the living room, wrapped in the tiny pieces of fabric like a particularly erotic gift. He didn’t worry about being loud and wanton when he moaned his best friend's name while desperately humping a perfectly innocent gift from him. It wasn't until he heard the front door close with a snap and the sound of Wei Ying dropping his keys with a surprised yelp that he realized how this looked.
With no idea what to do in such a situation, the panic made him freeze and he didn't even react to cover himself, hide away in his bedroom or even throw himself from the window. Wei Ying was just looking at the scene in front of him with the most bewildered expression Lan Zhan has ever seen in his face while Lan Zhan was still hard, his cock and balls straining against the delicate and thin lingerie, which was already damp from his precome. His thighs were trembling, straddling the soft pillow. Moments passed but Wei Ying was still unmoving, his eyes wide and mouth open in surprise.
They looked into each other's eyes for what felt like a small eternity.
Then Wei Ying breathed out: 'Lan Zhan, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life' with a rasping voice . He took a couple steps towards him, slowly, tremulous. 'Can I touch you?'
Lan Zhan released a breath, maybe the same one he'd been holding since he realized Wei Ying was right there and his mouth croaked 'Yes' before he could consciously think about it. If his brain hadn’t been surrounded by cotton right then he would have said yes anyway.
Wei Ying's touch on his skin was soft and reverent, like he didn't realize that all of Lan Zhan was his for the taking. His caresses left a burning trail on Lan Zhan's body.
The kiss that came next made him feel simultaneously breathless and like he took a real breath of life for the first time. Wei Ying looked like he felt pretty much the same and the desire in his eyes made Lan Zhan ache and burn.
He pushed Wei Ying onto the sofa properly and climbed into his lap to straddle his clothed leg, letting his body move as it was used to, as he had practiced during all his masturbatory fantasies all this time. Only, this time the fantasy was real.
Without bothering to take off his lingerie, he let his hips move on their own, grinding against that firm thigh while Wei Ying devoured his mouth, the movements frantic and desperate. He didn’t even think of making it last, he just moved, guided by the pleasure, making a mess of his underwear. He came with a whine while breathing hard into their kiss and clinging to Wei Ying's shoulders for dear life.
'That was beautiful, Lan Zhan. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Look at you, you look so hot like this', Wei Ying murmured in his ear while his hands traveled slowly all over Lan Zhan's body, stroking over the lingerie reverently and apparently not caring one bit about the fact that the panties were completely covered in come.
Lan Zhan floated for a bit until he could breathe a bit more normally. 'Don't you want to take this off me?', he asked when he could think again.
'Oh, yes!'
So Wei Ying carried him to the bedroom (which, hot, considering that Lan Zhan was broader and surely heavier) and appreciated the soiled lingerie very effusively for a while before tearing it off Lan Zhan's body and making sure to thoroughly show him how much he desired him. He made Lan Zhan scream his throat raw.
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What followed were the best days of Lan Zhan's life.
He was blissfully happy, even if sometimes he felt flabbergasted at how much his boyfriend seemed to want him and how enthusiastically he seemed to appreciate Lan Zhan's favorite bedroom activities, considering he didn't suspect such a thing was even possible before.
They had sex all over the apartment in many creative configurations, but when Lan Zhan got all dolled up and straddled Wei Ying on the couch to hump him while they were surrounded by their big collection of throw pillows, it was a special treat for them both.
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My idea for some of the joke pillows is something like this:
The serious one looks like this:
