<blockquote>Lan Zhan is a man. Like, a red-blooded, Michelangelo-sculpted man. One time, maybe a couple weeks into their newly instated regular workout sessions, Wei Ying had been struggling to do an overheard press, and Lan Zhan had come right up behind him, chest to back, and steadied Wei Ying’s hips with his enormous hands.
Wei Ying had looked down to see the fucking size of Lan Zhan’s thighs next to his, rippling and boy oh boy, how do thighs have veins? That are visible? And talk about a solid pelvis. Wei Ying’s never felt a more solid pelvis pressed against his ass, like, ever.
Wei Ying meets his new best bro, Lan Zhan, at the gym. Wei Ying is also under the impression that he and his new best bro are very straight.</blockquote>
