When Top/Elite class Lan Heir Lan Wangji finds himself being drawn dangerously close to the new cleaner at his workplace, Low class orphan Wei Wuxian.
Where Lan Wangji is an investment banker with a silver spoon and an open secret. Wei Wuxian is a...
Weiying turned over under his covers. He usually fell straight to sleep when he got home but this time, his mind kept him awake. He thought of how drastically his life had changed over the past few months. He’d left the only family he had, escaped the claws of death and now has a stable job and a small dwelling to call his own. His chest filled with pride and gratitude; gratitude for the kind souls who helped him along the way.
Xu Yang’s slate gray eyes and broad shoulders filled his conscience. Absent-mindedly, his hand traveled south, his fingers rested on the band of his boxers. Oh how devastatingly handsome was he? And a heart of gold- his fingers slid under the waistband. He hesitated. It did not feel right. He shouldn’t harbor such immoral thoughts about such a spotless man. He turned on his side. The hardness wasn’t going away. The loud motion of clock hands filled the space.
He rolled onto his back. Doesn’t he deserve some inane pleasure after all he’s been through? Again, his cold fingers creeped under his boxers, venturing further. But he’ll think about something else- anything else- That time he’d kissed his childhood friend? Maybe... That time he got aroused at the cinema as the actor showered? Definitely...
“Mmmh,” Weiying allowed himself some quiet moans. The walls were thin.
What else? He probed his mind. That time he watched his handsome neighbor painting his house in nothing but flimsy overalls? Perfect... And... Weiying’s breathing became haggard, and his wrist moved quickly and sloppy. He needed urgent relief. But his mind was blank. Anything, anything! His other hand found its way up to his nipple. He rubbed it gently, in perfect sync with his other hand.
“Aaah,” he moaned a little louder than he expected.
He felt himself rocking to a fulfilling climax, but his mind still turned up empty. There must be something! Anything... He felt shivers down his spine, he recalled the brush of fingers across the top of his ear. Warm fingers. And if he’d looked up, he would see a smug wide smile and a pair of fierce yet seductive eyes. Very hazel, so very hazel. He would hear his smooth and low voice whisper:
“Call me Lanzhan“
Weiying came. He sat up straight. All his muscles were tense. After a moment’s reflection, he lifted the covers off himself and headed to the toilet to clean himself. Splashing some water on his face he observed himself in the mirror. He brought his palms to his cheeks and squeezed.
“It’s fine! Just jerking off, it means nothing!” he thought and laughed out loud.
The vivid image of Lan Wangji’s smoldering gaze flashed in his mind. He waved it away and shook his head. That’s quite enough for today.
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Xu Yang sighed heavily. He pushed himself away from his desk and stood to stretch. It was dark outside and there were still a few others still in the office. It was the 4th time this week he had to do overtime.
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