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He sits on the edge of the bed as the other men gather slowly around him. Wei Wuxian stands right at the front, as he always does, expression simultaneously pitying and comforting. Behind him, his husband stands at his shoulder, looking equal parts unhappy and apprehensive. The others lurk shiftily towards the back of the room. Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao are smiling their usual, overly pleasant smiles. Nie Mingjue stands against the far wall, arms crossed and scowling.
“So,” Jiang Cheng begins flatly, “how are we going to do this?”
Inside, he can feel the same unbearable itch that has been crawling away in his most private of areas for the last three days. For the umpteenth time, he curses the name of the woman who had hexed him. He’s always been clumsy with words. He hadn’t meant to insult her modesty. The words had just... slipped out, in an innuendo he hadn’t intended. He hadn’t even fully comprehended the second meaning of what he had said until she had hopped up, furious, and landed the curse.
It was in such a way that his last and most disastrous matchmaking attempt had ended.
That brings him to where he is now, sitting on the edge of his bed, surrounded by five men, all of whom would be fucking him, coming in him, before the night is over. He’s not sure how he will ever look any of them in the eye again after all is said and done, but there’s no turning back now.
Delicately, Wei Wuxian clears his throat, stepping forward. Jiang Cheng has to tip his chin up to look at the man now.
“Is this your first time?” he asks mildly.
Jiang Cheng glares.
His silence is answer enough in itself, and although it hadn’t seemed possible, Wei Wuxian’s expression turns even more pitying.
“Oh, Jiang Cheng,” he sighs.
“Does it matter?!” Jiang Cheng demands. “I don’t care about that! Can we just get this over with? Hurry up! Who’s going first?!”
He squirms a little, reminded of the itch raging inside him. According to all the books they had read, the cumulative yang energy from the semen of at least five men, all suitably high in cultivation, was needed to extinguish the yin-induced fire within. However, the cruelty of the curse lay in the fact that the semen could not be topically applied. He would have to be… inseminated , over three full days.
Jiang Cheng coughs, embarrassed at the very thought of it.
He had flat out refused the remedy when it had first been presented to him, resolving to just put up with the itch — forever, if necessary. Three days of unrelenting torture, however, had slowly whittled him down. By the end of the first day, the thought of his own fingers had begun to seem appealing. Only his masculine pride had stopped from engaging in the shameful act. Over the course of the second day, the unbearable itch had sapped away slowly at his pride. His shixiong had walked in on him fingering himself frantically on the second night, having come all the way from Gusu after hearing rumors of his mysterious affliction.
Jiang Cheng had caved then, disclosing the true nature of the curse to his brother, and agreeing to the prescribed remedy. The damned man had then proceeded to laugh himself off into the sunset, before taking it upon himself to select the participants, contact them, and make all the other necessary arrangements. Jiang Cheng is still not sure what to feel about the oddly festive cheer with which Wei Wuxian had gone about the task, carrying the air of one in the midst of wedding preparations for a daughter or sister.
Jiang Cheng sighs. At least he’d been efficient about it. By the third night, he had finished recruiting the men and had arranged for everything to begin. And now—
Here they are.
The rest of the cultivators have been trading inscrutable looks amongst themselves since his angry outburst. Jiang Cheng really doesn’t get what the deal is. He’s not a woman. He’s not going to demand that the first man marry him or anything like that. This doesn’t have to be so difficult. Finally, however, Lan Xichen takes it upon himself to speak for the others, stepping forward with an apologetic smile.
“First times are important, Sect Leader Jiang,” he reasons gently. “Even if you do not share the sentiment, we still think that you should choose who you’ll be giving your first time to.”
Jiang Cheng closes his eyes. They are really making him do this, aren’t they?
“Wei Wuxian,” he chooses defeatedly.
He opens his eyes to see Wei Wuxian startle, and barely refrains from rolling his eyes. Like he could have chosen anyone else amongst the men in this room. Wei Wuxian immediately turns to his husband, clearly asking for permission, his dark eyes large and pleading. Lan Wangji’s expression is blank as always, but there is something displeased in the corners of his pursed lips.
“Please, Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian wheedles. “He’s my baby brother. I want to be his first.”
“We’re not related!” Jiang Cheng snaps. “Can you please stop making this weirder than this already is?! For heaven's sake...”
Lan Wangji closes his eyes and breathes slowly through his nose. He nods once to Wei Wuxian, the nod so imperceptible that Jiang Cheng almost misses it. Wei Wuxian lights up immediately, skipping over to press a kiss to the man’s cheek.
“You’re the best, Lan Zhan!” he cheers.
Jiang Cheng is nearly bowled over as Wei Wuxian skips over to him next, throwing himself bodily on top of him.
Their lips meet squarely between them.
Jiang Cheng lets out a muffled noise of shock and outrage as Wei Wuxian cups a hand under his jaw, tilting his face up into the kiss. As Wei Wuxian draws back momentarily to rearrange their bodies into a more comfortable position, Jiang Cheng begins to splutter incredulously.
“Wei Wuxian!” he shouts. “What do you think you’re doing?!”
“Kissing you?” Wei Wuxian answers, shoving him so that he’s lying along the bed instead of across it. “I’m not letting you lose your virginity without having ever been kissed! That’s a terrible way to lose your virginity! Now, relax. Part your lips a little…”
Jiang Cheng lets out a complaining sound as Wei Wuxian dips his head again, but does as he’s told, sinking back into the bed and opening his mouth. This bed is much larger than the one in his own room, situated in a spacious hall in one of Lotus Pier’s more remote wings. There’s a table a slight distance from the bed with several stools around it, on which the rest of the men have begun to settle, a pot of tea set out on the bedside table, and a long cushioned divan pushed against the wall. The sheets are incredibly soft, and the sheets hanging around the beds translucent and tasteful. Jiang Cheng can’t fault his brother for his attention to detail. Wei Wuxian swipes his tongue over their joint lips, moistening them, and draws slightly back.
“Shh,” Wei Wuxian murmurs. “Stop thinking so loudly. I’m going to kiss you properly now. Ready?”
That wasn’t a proper kiss?
Before he can reply, Wei Wuxian dips his head again, lips sliding against Jiang Cheng’s with a soft, slick sound. Jiang Cheng’s body begins to squirm of it’s own accord, arms tightening around Wei Wuxian’s waist as the kiss deepens. Wei Wuxian is a good kisser — warm, gentle, and sensual. He kisses like a wave washing up onto the beach in the summer, slow and soothing, and Jiang Cheng can’t help loop his arms loosely around Wei Wuxian’s neck in response. His lips start to feel swollen and numb after a while, but the sensation is undeniably pleasant, almost akin to the mellow buzz of good alcohol.
Intermittently, Wei Wuxian will break the kiss to nuzzle their noses together, or rub his cheek affectionately against Jiang Cheng, the overgrown puppy that he is. Too late, however, Jiang Cheng realizes that the contented purring he’s been hearing for the past few minutes is not coming from Wei Wuxian, as he had previously thought. It’s coming from him.
He quickly puts an end to the purring. Wei Wuxian, however, continues to produce happy little noises as he drops kisses on Jiang Cheng’s nose, lids, and brow. He licks sensually into Jiang Cheng’s mouth between those innocent kisses, pushing Jiang Cheng’s hair out of his face with a tender touch. Truthfully, however, Jiang Cheng is beginning to feel a little lulled to sleep by the kissing. It’s a nice feeling, of course, but it seems completely counterproductive to what they are supposed to be doing. They are supposed to be fucking , not sleeping. Still, he yawns, unable to bring himself to complain. Wei Wuxian pulls back completely at that.
“Did you like that?” he asks.
“Mm,” Jiang Cheng answers, not opening his eyes.
“Are you falling asleep?” Wei Wuxian asks.
“Mm,” he answers again.
Wei Wuxian leans down, pecking him once on the lips, and then slides his mouth down and to the side. Tilting his face up against the underside of Jiang Cheng’s jaw, he begins to mouth wetly along his jugular, up towards his ear. The breath comes suddenly out of Jiang Cheng in a whoosh, his eyes flying open as he arches upward at the sudden, unexpected sensation.
“Oh,” he gasps. “Wei— Wei Wuxian.”
“Do you like that?” Wei Wuxian asks, sounding unbearably smug, and then nibbles at Jiang Cheng’s ear. The sensation wipes Jiang Cheng’s mind clear of any curses he had been about to utter in response to Wei Wuxian’s smug tone. His stomach begins to churn strangely, warming at the wet feeling of Wei Wuxian’s mouth sliding all over the most sensitive parts of his neck. His next breath comes out in something approaching a whine. He does not answer Wei Wuxian’s question, but the damnable man takes the whine as the answer that it is, giggling quietly.
“Alright then,” he whispers, and dives back down.
Again, the curses are wiped from Jiang Cheng’s mind as those lips begin to move at a faster tempo, nipping, and sucking now. A hard thigh slides between his legs, grinding down, and Jiang Cheng throws his head back with a gasp.
“Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian,” he pants, overwhelmed. It is only at Wei Wuxian’s pleased chuckle that he realizes that he is rutting down into the thigh between his legs. When had he started doing that? He stops his rutting at once, heat rushing up to his face and neck.
“What?” he grumbles rudely.
Wei Wuxian’s eyes crinkle at the corners. This new face is still unfamiliar to him, but the smile is anything but. The sight of that familiar smile brings a strange warmth to Jiang Cheng’s chest.
“Jiang Cheng...” Wei Wuxian begins.
“What?” Jiang Cheng snaps. “What do you want?!”
“You’re so needy!” Wei Wuxian crows gleefully.
Jiang Cheng didn’t think it was possible for his face to get any redder, but here they are anyway.
“Oh, shut up,” he grouses. “I’m a virgin. What’s your excuse for being so loud all the time?”
Wei Wuxian sits up, beginning to undo his collar.
“Having a husband who’s good in bed?” he offers nonchalantly. “You’ll see later. Lan Zhan has a really nice cock.”
Oh gods, he didn’t mean that kind of loud. He feels the sudden urge to burn his own ears off.
“Wei Ying,” comes an equally disapproving mutter from behind them.
Wei Wuxian laughs. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop.”
As Wei Wuxian finishes undoing his collar and starts on his robes, Jiang Cheng closes his eyes, going slowly red at the implication, the thought that— god, he’s really about to get fucked by Lan Wangji in a bit. While it’s true that they’ve been on slightly better terms since Wei Wuxian came back, Jiang Cheng would still much rather be doing the fucking. The thought of the compromising position Lan Wangji will be having him in…
He’s really not looking forward to that.
Astride his hips, Wei Wuxian produces a large bottle of oil from his sleeve, before shrugging out of his robes, leaving him only in his pants. He drapes his robe over the bed frame and sets the bottle down beside the pillow, before reaching down to undo the sash around Jiang Cheng’s waist. Draping that over the bed frame too, he finally sits up, rubbing his hands together.
“Alright,” he says. “Time for these to come off.”
Jiang Cheng lets out an unflattering shriek as Wei Wuxian puts his hands down his collar.
“Why are your hands always so cold?!” he demands.
“I warmed them!” Wei Wuxian protests. He finishes pulling open the top of Jiang Cheng’s robes, and extracts his hands to rub them together again, this time for much longer than before. “You’re just a baby.”
“You’re the baby,” Jiang Cheng responds automatically, even as he lifts his hips so that Wei Wuxian can reach into his parted robes to push his pants down. He flushes as he hears gentle laughter, either from Lan Xichen or Jin Guangyao. He’d forgotten that they had an audience. Bantering with Wei Wuxian in front of them like a pair of teenaged boys— what exactly is he doing?
“Stop thinking so much,” Wei Wuxian tells him. “Just feel.”
Then, he reaches down, and takes hold of Jiang Cheng’s cock.
“Wei Wuxian,” Jiang Cheng complains, hands flying up to curl around the man’s biceps.
Wei Wuxian chuckles, bringing his hand up, and then down again, pausing there to rub the soft pad of his thumb over the sensitive place where head meets shaft. Jiang Cheng’s hips twitch up at the sensation, an embarrassingly loud moan bursting from his lips, but still, Wei Wuxian does not let up, resuming the up and down moment, faster, tighter. It is suddenly more than Jiang Cheng can handle.
“Uhn, wait,” he somehow manages. “I think— I’m gonna—“
Wei Wuxian lets go at once, and Jiang Cheng slumps back into the sheets with a groan. He lies there with his eyes closed until he hears a pop right beside his ear. He opens his eyes to see Wei Wuxian holding the bottle, tipping out a copious amount of oil into his hand.
“You might want to hold off for as long as you can,” he says matter-of-factly. “You’ve still got a long way to go, and it can be a little much to be touched once you’ve come.”
Jiang Cheng does not answer, unsure of what to say, but Wei Wuxian does not seem to need a reply. Rubbing his fingertips together, he seems satisfied with the consistency of the oil, because he recorks the bottle and reaches down between Jiang Cheng’s legs.
“Open?”
Jiang Cheng hesitates for a moment, before sliding his legs apart on the bed. Wei Wuxian bends down to plant a kiss on his nose before straightening again.
“Alright,” he whispers. “Are you ready?”
This time, he actually waits for an answer before touching his fingers to the delicate place between Jiang Cheng’s legs. For a few long moments, all he does is caress his oiled fingers gently over the furl. Jiang Cheng squirms, but before he can begin to feel too weird at the thought of just where he’s being touched, Wei Wuxian slides a finger in.
He looks up as Jiang Cheng sucks in a sharp breath. “Okay? Does it hurt?”
“No,” Jiang Cheng answers. “Feels weird.”
“It usually feels a little weird at first. Give it a second.”
He curls his finger up slightly. Jiang Cheng lets out a surprised sound. Wei Wuxian had touched something strange inside him then, something that had Jiang Cheng jerking his hips up instinctively.
“Did that feel good?” Wei Wuxian asks.
“I— I don’t know,” Jiang Cheng answers. It had been over too quickly for him to truly form an opinion.
Wei Wuxian curls his fingers again, this time thrusting his finger in and out in small, quick motions. A moan slips out of Jiang Cheng’s mouth as he arches back against the pillow. It’s an unfamiliar feeling, but— he closes his eyes, panting.
By the heavens, it feels— feels—
With his free hand, Wei Wuxian flips Jiang Cheng’s robe open, baring Jiang Cheng’s body completely to him. Jiang Cheng can’t help the way his knees jerk closed at the unexpected motion, one hand flying down to grab Wei Wuxian’s wrist.
“Wei Wuxian,” he manages breathlessly.
Wei Wuxian’s hand on his shoulder stops him from sitting up fully.
“Will you lie down and stop being so skittish?” Wei Wuxian chides. “My heavens, it’s like you think I’m about to rob you or something.”
“Shut up,” Jiang Cheng responds automatically, still panting, but does not let go of Wei Wuxian’s wrist.
After a moment, Wei Wuxian brows draw together, sensing that something isn’t quite right.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
Jiang Cheng hesitates, stopping to consider that question for a moment. He pushes Wei Wuxian’s wrist away with a click of his tongue in the meantime, and Wei Wuxian immediately removes his finger. Slowly, Jiang Cheng closes his legs, taking stock of the emotions whirling wildly through him. There’s apprehension, definitely, and even something like fear. Below it all, however, humiliation churns inside of him, sour and discomforting. It’s definitely not the first time he’s had a finger up his ass. Just two days ago, driven to desperation, he had touched himself there for the first time. Back then, however, he hadn’t been chasing pleasure. He had just been seeking a way to sate the itch inside. Most of all, he had most certainly been the one in control in that moment.
Now, it feels like control is spiraling slowly but surely from him, and—
And he’s finding that he actually likes it.
Wei Wuxian’s face eases into a gentler expression, and Jiang Cheng turns his face away, embarrassed. His sibling has always possessed the uncanny ability to read him like a book. He wonders what the demonic cultivator had seen on his face just then. Wei Wuxian shifts, lying down on top of Jiang Cheng’s body, and turning his face into the side of Jiang Cheng’s neck. His eyelashes flutter against Jiang Cheng’s skin as he closes his eyes.
“Jiang Cheng,” he murmurs. “I love you.”
Jiang Cheng closes his eyes against the tidal wave that begins in his chest. He does not answer— cannot answer.
“I know that to you, this is just a means to an end,” Wei Wuxian continues. “But, you know, no one is going to think any less of you for enjoying yourself along the way.”
Jiang Cheng’s stomach begins to churn with renewed humiliation. But that’s the crux of the issue, isn’t it? He doesn’t want to be seen enjoying this. He’s ashamed of enjoying this, ashamed that something in him could actually want to be fucked, to be seeded, to have control wrestled from him, to lie down and to let someone else take charge for once. He’s been floundering in the dark for so long now, not sure how to do anything, but having to figure it out all on his own. It’s nice to have someone telling him what to do for a change. It’s nice to have someone else taking the reins.
It’s also, well— humiliating .
Him, the Sandu-Shengshou, a notable sect leader and man of repute, equal parts feared and revered… needing his hand held in bed?
It’s ludicrous. It’s absurd.
Sensing the turn his thoughts have taken, Wei Wuxian tilts his face up, pressing a kiss to the side of Jiang Cheng’s neck in comfort. Jiang Cheng can’t help but sigh at that. Trust Wei Wuxian to know better than he does what the problem is.
“Here,” Wei Wuxian mutters, pulling the blankets up over his shoulders, and moving up slightly so that he’s hovering above Jiang Cheng, arms braced on either side of his head. It has the effect of surrounding Jiang Cheng completely, hiding him, and that— that is strangely comforting. “Is this better?”
“Yeah,” Jiang Cheng admits, surprised.
Trust Wei Wuxian to know better than he does what would make him feel better.
Wei Wuxian bends his head, kissing Jiang Cheng squarely on the lips, and then shifts his hips to the side so that he can reach down and grab Jiang Cheng’s cock.
“Open your legs, will you?” he murmurs against Jiang Cheng’s lips.
Jiang Cheng obligingly slides his legs further apart on the bed, and Wei Wuxian huffs.
“Not like that. Knees up.”
After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Cheng raises his knees on either side of Wei Wuxian’s waist, planting his heels apart. The position feels a little obscene, but the blanket stretches over them like a tent, hiding him. Wei Wuxian slowly wiggles Jiang Cheng’s pants the rest of the way down one leg, and then the other, before dropping the garment off the side of the bed. He keeps one arm braced by Jiang Cheng’s head the whole time, blocking his face from the others in the room.
“Let’s try again, okay? Can you pour some of that oil out for me?” Jiang Cheng blindly feels around above his head until he locates the bottle, pops it open, and pours out a copious amount into Wei Wuxian’s outstretched palm. “Thanks.”
Wei Wuxian reaches down surely and slides a finger into Jiang Cheng. He chuckles as Jiang Cheng’s breath catches at the first searching curl of his finger.
“Is that the spot?” he asks, probing again at that strange, electric place inside of Jiang Cheng.
“I don’t know,” Jiang Cheng mutters, taciturn.
Taking that as affirmative, Wei Wuxian begins to thrust his fingers. After a moment or two, he puts a second finger in, curling and scissoring at even intervals, the motion of his arm getting progressively faster. Embarrassingly, Jiang Cheng’s body has begun to produce a soft slick noise with each thrust of those curled fingers, and he grabs onto both of Wei Wuxian’s arms, panting, as Wei Wuxian slides a third finger in with another slick sound.
“Oh god,” he gasps. He can feel himself stretching around those fingers, and the feeling is a strange one.
After a few more thrusts, Wei Wuxian pulls his fingers out completely and wipes his oiled palm down Jiang Cheng’s taint, coating him in slick. Then, he fumbles with something under the sheets. A few seconds later, Jiang Cheng realizes that he must have been loosening his pants, because something large and blunt is pushing against his wet hole.
“Oh gods!” he cries out, as that blunt head pushes right through his opening, bottoming out in one swift thrust before he can even clench at the initial contact.
“Don’t tense!” Wei Wuxian orders.
It’s a forgone warning.
“Oh gods,” Jiang Cheng pantsp hoarsely. “Oh, gods. Couldn’t you— have given me— a warning first?”
Wei Wuxian leans down, kissing him long and deep. Jiang Cheng sags into the bed, arms sliding up around Wei Wuxian’s neck, needing the comfort. The rim of his hole feels tight where it’s stretched around the base of Wei Wuxian’s cock. Truthfully, however, it does not hurt like he’d expected it to. It just feels mildly uncomfortable.
Wei Wuxian draws slowly out, and thrusts back in, just as slowly. The ridge along the head of his cock drags deliciously across that electric place inside of Jiang Cheng, and he finds himself crying out again.
“Do you need more oil?” Wei Wuxian asks.
“I— I don’t know,” Jiang Cheng somehow manages.
Wei Wuxian gives another thrust, forcing another cry from Jiang Cheng’s lips.
“Does it burn when I move?”
“No,” Jiang Cheng whimpers.
Wei Wuxian bends his head, mouthing up along the side of Jiang Cheng’s neck, and begins to move in quick, shallow thrusts. Jiang Cheng is immediately overwhelmed, hands flying to Wei Wuxian’s back, grabbing and sliding frantically over his skin. Each thrust sends a shock of pleasure up his spine, and the wet mouth at his neck is sending little tingling zaps down to his cock. Their stomachs slide wetly together, eased by the precum dribbling steadily from where he’s being rubbed between their bellies. Then, Wei Wuxian slides his mouth down further, and Jiang Cheng arches hard at the feeling of his hot tongue curling around his nipple. Wei Wuxian laves at it until it pebbles, and then he sucks, nipping lightly at it.
Jiang Cheng shoves his head away.
“Gonna—“ he chokes.
Wei Wuxian stops moving, but it’s too late. Jiang Cheng’s orgasm crashes uncontrollably over him, come spurting between them as he writhes and groans, hands scrabbling desperately over Wei Wuxian’s shoulders and back. Immediately, Wei Wuxian curls over him, kissing his gasping mouth and rutting rhythmically up into him, drawing him patiently through the last ebbing waves of his orgasm. Jiang Cheng slumps back into the bed then, eyes closed and spent. Wei Wuxian chuckles against his slack lips.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” he whispers, “but you’re not going to make it through the night like this, let alone three full days.”
Jiang Cheng feels too freshly wrung out to retort.
Lowering his head further, Wei Wuxian begins to nose up against his neck, mouthing gently at his jugular. “I haven’t finished yet,” he murmurs. “Do you think you can go again?”
Irritation flashes through Jiang Cheng at that.
“Of course I can go again,” he snaps. “Now hurry up and continue. I haven’t got all day! I’m a busy person, you know?!”
Wei Wuxian chuckles. “Jiang Cheng,” he begins, amused. “Your schedule has been cleared for the next three days. You absolutely have all day.”
“Shut up, shut— ohh.”
Jiang Cheng throws his head back, face contorting as Wei Wuxian begins to thrust again. It feels— more— just more now. Every drag against that spot inside of him feels like lightning. Every slide of his cock between their bellies is overwhelming. He can feel the muscles of his stomach and inner thighs beginning to tremble, his hips jerking with each thrust, and his cock leaking like a broken pipe between them. It takes him a moment to realize that he is crying Wei Wuxian’s name with each thrust, voice high and desperate. Wei Wuxian’s rutting quickens, his breath coming fast against Jiang Cheng’s throat, where he muffles a whine.
A burst of satisfaction fills Jiang Cheng at the sound. He did that. He wraps his arms and legs around the man on top of him, kissing his ear and whispering fervently, “You like that, don’t you? Does it feel good? Are you gonna come?”
The pace of his hips quicken between Jiang Cheng’s thighs, and Jiang Cheng’s breath catches as the pleasure intensifies.
“Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian whines. “Gods, Jiang Cheng.”
The bed creaks. Jiang Cheng looks up to see that Lan Wangji has seated himself on the side of the bed. A moment later, Jiang Cheng lets out a protesting cry as calloused fingertips find his taint beneath the blankets. Jiang Cheng unwinds his legs, putting one foot against Lan Wangji’s thigh and pushing as the man’s fingers skitter over the place where Wei Wuxian’s cock is disappearing into him. He can’t close his legs. Wei Wuxian is in the way. He can’t reach around to stop the man either. Those fingers slide firmly around his stretched rim—
“No!” Jiang Cheng cries, panicked. “Don’t—“
— and then immediately withdraw.
“Quiet,” Lan Wangji commands. “Needed oil.”
Suddenly, Wei Wuxian buries his face in Jiang Cheng’s shoulder with a loud moan, hips stuttering.
“Yes,” he pants. “Oh gods, yes. Please.”
“Wei Wuxian?” Jiang Cheng calls, hating the way his voice lilts up anxiously at the end.
Wei Wuxian huffs against his neck, and then shifts up to kiss him again.
“Shh,” he whispers against Jiang Cheng’s lips. “It’s okay. Do you know what he’s doing to me?”
Jiang Cheng calms a little, surrounded again by Wei Wuxian on all sides.
“What?” he asks breathlessly.
Wei Wuxian chuckles.
“He’s got his fingers in me,” he whispers. “He’s thrusting them at the same pace as me, at the same pace I’m fucking you.”
He lowers his face into Jiang Cheng’s shoulder then, gasping, and Jiang Cheng meets Lan Wangji’s gaze over his undulating back. The man’s expression has barely changed, but something about his expression looks vaguely apologetic now.
“Sorry,” he says. “Shouldn’t have touched without asking.”
“Don’t do it again,” Jiang Cheng snaps, then gasps as Wei Wuxian begins rolling his hips in a way that grinds the head of his cock against that spot with every thrust.
“No fighting,” Wei Wuxian chides. “Lan Zhan, that goes for you too. Be nice.”
Jiang Cheng curls his legs back around Wei Wuxian’s waist, shooting Lan Wangji a warning glare. Lan Wangji tilts his head slightly, raising an eyebrow, and Jiang Cheng growls.
“Stop it, you two,” Wei Wuxian snaps, and sighs. “How are you two supposed to do this together after I’m done?”
Jiang Cheng tightens his arms around Wei Wuxian’s neck, burying his face into the man’s shoulder. He’s going to be fucked by Lan Wangji in a bit, and he doesn’t know how he’s going to deal with the indignity of it.
Behind them, Lan Wangji remains quiet for a long moment. Then, he touches his other hand to the inside of Jiang Cheng’s thigh, tentative. Jiang Cheng looks up at him at once, glaring.
“Can I touch you?” Lan Wangji asks.
Jiang Cheng bites down on the urge to snap no , recognizing it as the olive branch that it is. After a moment, he nods, still glaring warningly. The hand on his thigh slides down to cup the curve of his ass, thumb settling on Jiang Cheng’s stretched rim.
“Lan Wangji!” Jiang Cheng bursts out furiously, “I’m warning you! Don’t put that finger in if you want to keep it!”
“Won’t,” Lan Wangji says.
Using his thumb, he begins to rub around the edges of Jiang Cheng’s hole instead, fingers pressing down on his perineum as he does. The nerves around Jiang Cheng’s entrance seem to light up at the touch, sending little sparks of pleasure up his spine and down to his curling toes. A moment later, Wei Wuxian groans, hips stuttering. Lan Wangji must have started fingering him again.
Meanwhile, Jiang Cheng slides his hands desperately up and down the man’s back, grasping and grabbing, whining confusedly as his hole is simultaneously stimulated from the inside and outside. It feels strange. It also feels good. A moan slips from his mouth. Lan Wangji’s thumb speeds up in response, stroking and pressing more rapidly, and as Wei Wuxian grabs his cock, beginning to pump in time with his thrusts, Jiang Cheng is suddenly done.
“Wei Wuxian—” he whines. “I can’t— I’m gonna—“
Before he can finish his sentence, pleasure crests upon him in a wave so strong that his back arches straight up off the bed, his head thrown back against the pillow. Strangled sounds force their way from his throat, desperate and wrecked.
“Wei Wuxian,” he cries, “Wei Wuxian, Wei Wu—“
Wei Wuxian’s hips begin to jackrabbit, the man burying his face in Jiang Cheng’s shoulder. Jiang Cheng’s fingers scrabble desperately at Wei Wuxian’s damp back as Wei Wuxian lets out a rumbling moan against the side of his neck.
“Gods, you’re— you feel so good coming around me like that— goddamn, fuck—“
A last, deep groan— then a soft squelching noise.
Jiang Cheng’s eyes widen at the odd feeling of wetness spreading inside of him. Wei Wuxian whimpers, rutting harder into him as his orgasm peaks. Embarrassingly, loud squelching sounds issue from the place they are joined with each thrust. Lan Wangji’s thumb is still sliding slowly around his fluttering entrance, and Jiang Cheng clenches his eyes shut, tightening his legs around Wei Wuxian’s waist as he feels the first trickle escape from his plugged-up hole, dripping down his ass crack and wetting Lan Wangji’s fingers.
Wei Wuxian sucks in a breath, still panting, before he sits up, the blankets falling from his shoulders and leaving them both bare. Jiang Cheng gasps as he pulls out in one fast movement. His hole flutters uncomfortably at the sudden emptiness, pushing out another trickle of cum.
Before he can really register what’s happening, however, Lan Wangji is sliding forward between his raised knees, taking Wei Wuxian’s place in a swift, silent motion. The fingers at his entrance slide into him with an audible squelch. After the fucking he’d just received, it offers little to no resistance against the new intrusion. Lan Wangji slides in a fourth finger, and Jiang Cheng grabs his wrist, feeling a little humiliated at how easily it fits.
“H— Hey,” he snaps. “Stop playing around and just— just get to it.”
Wei Wuxian drapes himself over his husband’s back, resting his chin on the man’s shoulder.
“He’s not playing,” he comments idly. “He’s just big.”
Jiang Cheng’s eyes drop automatically to Lan Wangji’s crotch, only noticing now that his robes have already been opened. He is rock-hard, the head a dark, pretty pink, and leaking clear trails of fluid. He is also, as Wei Wuxian had said, big.
Jiang Cheng turns to look at Wei Wuxian.
“Were you planning to kill me from the very start of all this?” he asks flatly.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” Wei Wuxian says innocently.
“You knew about this , and you still picked him out for me!” Jiang Cheng splutters, betrayed. “This is an assassination attempt!”
Wei Wuxian snorts.
“Oh, stop being such a melodramatic baby,” he scoffs, reaching down to pat Lan Wangji’s thigh, like one would a prized stallion. “I take this bad boy everyday, and you don’t see me complaining. Quite the opposite, actually, so maybe you should be thanking me for guaranteeing you a good time.”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji intones warningly, and Wei Wuxian subsides with a chuckle. “Alright, I’ll refrain from offending my poor husband’s modest sensibilities any further. He absolutely does not have a really big cock, and his not-at-all big cock absolutely doesn’t feel divine when it’s fucking into you. But please, carry on.”
The tips of Lan Wangji’s ears redden.
“Shameless,” he chides, but his lips are twitching fondly upwards.
“You like it~” Wei Wuxian croons.
Jiang Cheng throws an arm over his face.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” he hollers. “Can you two stop flirting with your fingers— with your fingers where they are, and get a room!”
Lan Wangji looks down at the reminder of just where his fingers are, and curls them— the asshole! He rubs the pad of his index finger right over Jiang Cheng’s spot, again, and again, the touch insistent, and unbearably intense so soon after Jiang Cheng’s second orgasm. Jiang Cheng reaches down, grabbing onto the man’s sleeve with a choked gasp. Wei Wuxian perks up from where he’s draped over his husband’s back.
“Hey!" he chirps. “And it looks like you’re stretched enough now! See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Lan Wangji,” Jiang Cheng begins, dazedly fisting his hands against the man’s shoulders as he slides his arms under Jiang Cheng’s knees.
He pushes forward, bringing Jiang Cheng’s legs up off the bed, and plants his palms on either side of Jiang Cheng’s waist. His cock nudges up against Jiang Cheng’s loosened hole— and bottoms out with a wet slap!
The force of it fucks a loud, guttural sound from Jiang Cheng, his body rocking up into the headboard with the motion. Immediately, without giving him even a moment to collect himself, Lan Wangji begins to thrust in and out, every snap of his hips enough to shove him up the bed. A yowling noise issues from Jiang Cheng’s throat, his hands flying from Lan Wangji’s robes to scrabble desperately at the headboard, instinctively trying to pull himself up and away. Lan Wangji’s hands grip bruisingly at his hips, stopping him from advancing further, hips not pausing for even a moment.
“Slower!” Jiang Cheng shouts. “Oh gods, slow! Slower!”
“This stallion only runs at one speed!” Wei Wuxian calls cheerfully from the foot of the bed.
Jiang Cheng just sobs, blinking dazedly. Loud slapping fills the room. Finally, he lets his whole body go slack, his head lolling against the pillow and his eyes starting to roll back slightly from the relentless pleasure assaulting his senses.
“I can’t—“ he chokes. “Too much—“
A gasp comes from somewhere beside the bed, accompanied by the rustling of silk robes. A moment later, someone moans.
Above him, Lan Wangji straightens, hands moving to cup the back of Jiang Cheng’s knees. Wei Wuxian is hugging his husband from behind now, whispering in his ear, eyes dark and fixed on Jiang Cheng.
“Doesn’t he look good like this?” he whispers, just loud enough for Jiang Cheng to hear. “Doesn’t he sound like a wet dream? God, the way he clenches around you, and the sloppy sounds his body makes when you’re slapping against his wet little taint—“
With a guttural groan, Lan Wangji curls over Jiang Cheng. His cock bottoms out again with a squelch, and Jiang Cheng whimpers at the feeling of being seeded once more. He whimpers again as Lan Wangji snaps his hips forward, once, and then twice, spurting inside him with each bone-rattling thrust.
Then, he pulls out in one merciless motion, sagging back against his husband with a groan. Jiang Cheng spasms, legs snapping shut, toes curling down into the sheets as he arches, writhes, gasps at being so abruptly emptied. He brings his shivering thighs up against his belly, face contorting, but before he can even attempt to collect himself, a large hand grabs him by the ankle, yanking him down until his hips are positioned at the edge of the bed.
He yelps as his legs are folded up against his sides, knees held to his shoulders, and his hips slightly off the bed with how widely he’s being spread. His eyes nearly pop out of his head as he looks down at the person standing by the side of the bed.
Nie Mingjue’s cock stands proudly against his defined abs, thick and veiny and long. The mushroom head is massive , the shaft as wide around as a child’s wrist, glistening intimidatingly in the lamplight, seemingly already oiled.
Gods.
Gods, that’s going to destroy him.
At Nie Mingjue’s chuckle, he realizes that he must have spoken aloud. The man reaches down to touch him firmly between the legs, and Jiang Cheng feels his hole flutter under the man’s touch, contracting at the thought of being stretched around that huge tool. Nie Mingjue chuckles again.
“That’s going to feel so good squeezing around my cock,” he rumbles.
Jiang Cheng squirms a little, face heating, and Nie Mingjue laughs, reaching out with his free hand to tweak the tip of Jiang Cheng’s nose.
“You’re so quiet like this.”
Jiang Cheng jerks his head away, scowling. Before he can snap at the man, however, Nie Mingjue draws a finger up the underside of Jiang Cheng’s spent cock, lying wet and soft against his belly. Jiang Cheng’s hips recoil violently. The touch, so soon after getting fucked almost inside out by Lan Wangji, feels like lightning shooting through oversensitive nerve endings. A whine bursts out of him before he can stop it, a little dribble of cum spurting from the tip of his cock. White liquid slides down the side of his shaft, the spurt too weak this time to arch like the times before, joining the mess at the base.
“Sensitive too.”
Nie Mingjue slides two fingers home and hooks them upwards. Jiang Cheng’s hands fly down, gripping the man’s wrist tightly, and Nie Mingjue chuckles, hooking his fingers again.
“Pretty boy,” he whispers. “Look at you. I’m going to make you cry.”
A burst of humiliation fills him, and Jiang Cheng is snapping back before he can help himself.
“Don’t be so sure of that,” he growls.
Nie Mingjue removes his fingers, raising an eyebrow.
“Is that a challenge?” he asks coolly.
This time, Jiang Cheng hesitates. He knows Nie Mingjue and his famous stubbornness, his famous competitiveness. Nie Mingjue never backs down from a challenge.
Unfortunately, neither does Jiang Cheng.
“Fuck you,” he spits.
Nie Mingjue sucks in a breath, before grinning, the curl of his lip a wicked thing. Leaning down, he plants his hands on either side of Jiang Cheng’s head.
“I believe you’re mistaken,” Nie Mingjue whispers. "I'm the one who's going to be fucking you.”