Chapter 1: The Awhorekening
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Chapter Text
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.”
Notes:
Warnings for dubcon! When Lan Wangji first starts fucking Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng asks him to slow down, but Lan Wangji does not slow down. Wei Wuxian explains that he is only capable of fucking at one speed (fast).
Anyways, not much of the second chapter is written even tho I have SOME ideas floating around. If anyone has any horneh ideas they want to share, please do! I definitely need more ideas to populate chapter 2. I'm hoping that chapter 2 is when the REAL filth will begin hehehe *rubbing hands*. You can comment down below, @ me on twitter, or if you're shy, you can also Curious Cat me. I'm also not very well integrated into the fandom and am always looking for horny JC stans to follow, so if you have a twitter, please talk to me!
EDIT: There is now NSFW art by chengszidian for this fic!!
Chapter 2: The Three Slutketeers
Notes:
Please see end notes for warnings. I've also been asked if I could warn for pairings. As such, there's a full list of pairings, kinks, as well as warnings at the end. Pairing list is written in top/bottom format as there'll be a lot of switching involved in the coming chapters.
Spanish translation now available here on Wattpad!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
In a practiced motion, he reaches down to hold himself around the base, positions the head of his cock against Jiang Cheng’s hole, and fucks all the way in.
The blunt head punches right in with a loud, wet sound, but Jiang Cheng can barely register the noise enough to be embarrassed. He turns his head, gasping, hands fisting in the open lapels of Nie Mingjue’s robes as he waits for the pain, but it never hits. He’s apparently stretched out enough that it doesn’t even burn. He’s just acutely aware of the stretch, of the inescapable sensation of that cock inside his body, rearranging his insides around its massive girth.
Then, the man begins to move. A gutted sound issues from somewhere deep in him. When Jiang Cheng next opens his eyes, he finds himself looking at the headboard, head thrown back and mouth open. Each drag of the massive cock out of his body feels like it’s taking his insides along with it, hollowing him out. Sensitive as he is after the last bout of fucking and the last few orgasms, the sensation is almost unbearable.
He scrabbles blindly over Nie Mingjue’s shoulders, eventually grabbing onto the pillow beneath his head. And the worst thing is that Nie Mingjue isn’t even going particularly hard, or particularly fast. Still, every thrust of that gargantuan cock cores him like a fucking apple. It punches into sensitive places deep inside that have never been touched before, forcing little wrung out noises from him with each thrust. Each inexorable drag just takes a little more of his sanity with it, and his head lolls slightly as he feels the tell-tale contraction of his lower abdominal muscles.
“Uuhn,” he manages, “I—“
Nie Mingjue shushes him.
“You’re okay,” he soothes. “Just tell me if it hurts.”
Jiang Cheng shakes.
“Gonna—“ is all he manages, before he’s coming, cock untouched and completely flaccid, hole struggling to squeeze around that massive tool. He’s making sounds that barely sound human, grabbing at his face and hair and sheets, body twisting against the bed. When it’s finally done, he lets out a wretched sob, and slumps. He feels like he’s been wrung out and hung up to dry.
“Came again, boy?” Nie Mingjue rumbles.
Jiang Cheng’s cock twitches in interest, but he has not a drop left in him. He stays soft. Nie Mingjue seems to have noticed, however, because he smirks, leaning down.
“Did you like that, boy?”
Jiang Cheng does not answer, nor does he have any strength left to protest. When it becomes apparent that he will not answer, Nie Mingjue shrugs amicably. He reaches down, large hands wrapping around each of Jiang Cheng’s calves, and then brings Jiang Cheng’s legs over his shoulders. Then, he leans down again, cock sliding in even deeper than before.
Jiang Cheng whimpers.
“We’ll see if I can make you cry yet,” Nie Mingjue says jovially.
“You have a very high opinion of your own skills,” Jiang Cheng weakly retorts.
“Still have that snark, I see,” Nie Mingjue observes. “I’ll take it as a sign that you’re ready for a proper fucking.”
The next thrust lifts his hips several inches off the bed.
If Nie Mingjue had been holding back before, which, it is quickly becoming clear that he had, then he certainly isn’t holding back now. Jiang Cheng’s moans stick in his throat, eyes screwed shut, mouth open in a silent scream. He can’t even speak, oversensitized and left with no space to think in between thrusts. Each thrust pulls almost all the way out, and then punches right into his fucking soul. Nie Mingjue’s cock is so big that it doesn’t even hit the good spots, just presses maddeningly along every sensitive inch of him as it bores him insistently open.
Then, Nie Mingjue gets down on his elbows, and Jiang Cheng’s hands come up, scrabbling at the man’s hips from around his legs.
“Big,” Jiang Cheng sobs. “Ah, Nie Mingjue. Big.”
Nie Mingjue kisses him on the lips, and resumes his brutal pace.
Folded completely in half, Jiang Cheng doesn’t have the leverage to squirm, let alone push Nie Mingjue away. He’s going impossibly deeper like this, stretching Jiang Cheng around the wide base of his cock. Jiang Cheng thrashes his head as his thighs begin to twitch, his pelvic floor slowly beginning to squeeze, and then relax, and squeeze, and relax. The contractions slowly increase in intensity, in frequency, but with Nie Mingjue bearing down on him, he can only screw up his face and clutch weakly at the sheets.
“Nie Mingjue,” he whimpers. “Nie Mingjue, I— I think I’m about to—“
Nie Mingjue laughs, and leans down until they are chest to chest, mouthing along Jiang Cheng’s neck. Jiang Cheng shudders, clenching harder in confused arousal as his toes brush the bed above his head. Nie Mingjue chuckles.
“Yeah?” he growls against Jiang Cheng’s ear. “Gonna come for me, baby? Look at you squeezing my cock so pretty. How many times have you come? Cockslut.”
Jiang Cheng jerks, gut tightening strangely.
“How— How dare you,” he utters, numb with shock. “I— I dare you to call me that again. I fucking dare you!”
Nie Mingjue sits up, holding Jiang Cheng’s legs against his chest with a shushing noise. Jiang Cheng falls silent, glaring, as Nie Mingjue turns his face to kiss the inside of his thigh, then reaches out to stroke Jiang Cheng’s hair back. His eyes roam lazily over Jiang Cheng’s sprawled out body, appreciative, before they stop abruptly at navel level.
After a moment, he chuckles again.
His hand tightens suddenly in Jiang Cheng’s hair, pulling his head up, and Jiang Cheng cries out in outrage.
”You’re covered in your own come,” Nie Mingjue tells him.
Jiang Cheng’s eyes flick down automatically. His cock lays flaccid against his own belly, leaking a small stream of clear fluid. Beyond that, he can Nie Mingjue’s pelvis pressed against his bottom, streaked in oil and traces of come. Still, the mess is nothing compared to what’s on him.
He’s covered in white from thighs to sternum, and he knows for a fact that none of that belongs to the others. He can still feel their release leaking from around Nie Mingjue’s cock.
Unable to bear the lewd sight for a moment longer, Jiang Cheng averts his eyes. Nie Mingjue chuckles.
“How many times have you come now, slut?” he asks.
Jiang Cheng’s brow furrows at the insult, but he says nothing. Truthfully, he’s lost count. With another chuckle, Nie Mingjue presses forward suddenly, bending him in half and thrusting in to the hilt. Jiang Cheng lets out a punched-out cry, grabbing his pillow.
“Let’s see how many more times you can come,” Nie Mingjue says smugly.
Jiang Cheng doesn’t have any time to respond before Nie Mingjue is hammering into him, driving him up the bed with every thrust until he feels the top of his head meet the headboard. He’s yowling like an alley cat, grasping desperately at the sheets, the pillow, the headboard. Still not letting up in his thrusts, Nie Mingjue grabs him roughly by the hair again, forcing his head up until he’s peering down at his mess of a stomach. He screws his eyes shut against the sight, only to let out an indignant shriek as Nie Mingjue shakes him by the hair.
“Don’t you fucking dare close your eyes,” Nie Mingjue snarls in his face, and Jiang Cheng whimpers, clenching in confused arousal. “Watch how I’m fucking you.”
Jiang Cheng sobs, thighs trembling as he looks down between his legs. His hips are lifted off the bed with the position he’s bent in, cock soft and bouncing a little against his stomach. In stark contrast, he can faintly see the glistening length of Nie Mingjue’s rock-hard cock pistoning in and out behind his thighs. He tightens involuntarily. Nie Mingjue catches his ankles, pressing them down and nudging his hips even higher. All of a sudden, he can see where Nie Mingjue’s cock is disappearing into him, almost as thick around as a wrist, and almost as long as a forearm.
The sight arouses him more than he could possibly have anticipated. He immediately begins to come. Nie Mingjue shakes his neck again as his eyelids begin to flutter.
“Keep your eyes open,” he growls. “I want you to watch yourself coming.”
With some difficulty, Jiang Cheng manages to keep his eyes open. A thin stream of clear liquid is leaking from his softened cock, like a broken faucet, steady and unabating. He’s never come like this before, his orgasm drawing out impossibly long, somehow not as intense as his usual orgasms, but radiating throughout his entire body and deep into the core of him. The prominent ridge of that fist-like cockhead rubs ceaselessly along his sweet spot, driving the orgasm on and on and on. Finally, the stream stops, and Jiang Cheng’s eyes roll back, wrung completely dry. Nie Mingjue gently lowers his head back to the bed. But he still does not let up, still continues to fuck deep and hard and insistent.
Tears begin to leak out from the corners of Jiang Cheng’s eyes.
“There we go, beautiful,” Nie Mingjue sighs. “There we go.”
He lowers Jiang Cheng’s legs off his shoulders, letting Jiang Cheng wrap them around his waist, and holds Jiang Cheng against his chest. Even with nothing left to give, Jiang Cheng’s pelvis continues to contract rhythmically, squeezing weakly down on the cock inside him. Nie Mingjue kisses the tears off his cheeks, the tenderness of the gesture at odds to the harsh pace of his hips.
“Still coming?” he murmurs. “Gods, you’re so tight when you come.”
Jiang Cheng can’t help the thought that flits across his mind — Will I still be tight after this?
He also knows the answer is probably not.
His eyes roll back again, tears still leaking steadily as Nie Mingjue continues to pound him. Gods, this man is determined to squeeze every last drop from his every orifice, isn’t he? He hits his fist weakly against Nie Mingjue’s chest.
“You’re a beast,” he rasps. “You’re insatiable.”
Nie Mingjue laughs, hips slowing.
“Can you take more?” he asks.
Jiang Cheng takes a moment to collect himself, as Nie Mingjue’s hand cards gently through his hair, brushing it away from his sweaty, tear-streaked face.
“I can take whatever you give me,” he responds acidly, after a moment. “Are you ever going to finish or are you simply incapable of ejaculating?”
Nie Mingjue raises his eyebrows.
“You have a real mouth on you, don’t you?” he observes mildly. “Every time I think you’ve finally gotten the attitude fucked out of you, you just come back swinging.”
He pulls out sharply, and Jiang Cheng cries out, curling onto his side.
“What’s wrong with you all!” he explodes angrily . “Are all of you physically incapable of pulling out gently?! Do you think your cock is going to get left behind if you don’t pull out as fast as you can?! I’m not a pitcher plant, you know, I’m not going to clamp shut and stop you from getting out!”
“Okay, fine. Let’s try this again, okay?”
“Fuck!” Jiang Cheng howls as Nie Mingjue thrusts all the way back in. He begins to knock his knees furiously against Nie Mingjue’s sides, slapping his palms against his chest. “You’re a brute and an asshole! Who said you were honorable?! Who said you were just?!”
Nie Mingjue rolls his eyes, still in the midst of drawing slowly back out. “You said you wanted me to pull out gently. I’m just doing what you asked for.”
“Fuck you!”
“Oh, believe me, I was getting back to that.”
With that, Nie Mingjue flips him over onto his front.
“Hands and knees.”
Before Jiang Cheng can even think to comply, Nie Mingjue is grabbing him by the hips, yanking him up until his knees fall into place beneath him, and then slapping him hard across the ass. Jiang Cheng shrieks, shooting forward on the bed, but Nie Mingjue catches him again by the hips, and yanks him back. Then, he fists one hand at the back of Jiang Cheng’s head and forces it down into the bed.
“Head down, boy. Now lift your ass.”
“It’s already fucking lifted, you dumb brute. Or are you expecting it to float all the way up into the sky? Ow! Ow! Fuck you! Ow!”
Nie Mingjue has begun to slap his upturned ass, alternating from one cheek to the other. Suddenly, however, the blows stop. The room goes suddenly quiet.
Jiang Cheng turns his face to see Lan Wangji standing by the bed, gripping Nie Mingjue’s wrist. He can’t see Nie Mingjue’s expression from this angle, but Lan Wangji’s face is perfectly stoic. After a moment, he turns to look at Jiang Cheng.
“Is this really okay?” he asks tonelessly.
Jiang Cheng is too surprised to stop the honest answer from leaving him.
“Yeah,” he breathes.
Lan Wangji nods once, and then lets go, returning to Wei Wuxian’s side across the room. Wei Wuxian murmurs quietly to him. After a moment, Nie Mingjue smooths a hand over his smarting ass. It’s only then that Jiang Cheng realizes that he’s basically given Nie Mingjue permission to continue spanking him like a child.
The hand lifts off — and then comes back down with a vengeance.
“Ah, ow, gods, fuck,” Jiang Cheng pants, closing his eyes as the slaps continue. He’s abruptly reminded that he’s seen this arm cleave a man in half, through chain-mail and bone, in a single swing of a saber. Nie Mingjue is strong, and each hard smack threatens to send him careening ass over shoulders.
He widens his stance for better support, only to groan as the blows begin to land on the inner curve of his sore cheeks, where they had previously been unable to reach. He quickly shuffles his legs back together, but Nie Mingjue shoves a thigh between them and kicks them back open.
“Keep them spread,” Nie Mingjue murmurs.
Panting, face turning slowly as red as his ass, Jiang Cheng complies. Nie Mingjue’s hands are big enough that they curl over the entire underside of his ass with each blow. Jiang Cheng finds himself quieting despite himself, burrowing his face into the sheets silently.
After a few long minutes, the blows finally stop. That large hand begins to caress gently over the curve of his ass, sword callouses rough against the chastised skin. Jiang Cheng lies there quietly, allowing the proprietary touch, feeling strangely docile. A calloused thumb rubs casually over the loose rim of his hole, pressing slightly in, before Nie Mingjue rears up and mounts him.
Jiang Cheng lets out a choked out moan as the head of Nie Mingjue’s cock punches through his rim, bottoming out in him with a loud smack. The rough entry rocks him forward, ass over shoulders, before Nie Mingjue stops, balls-deep. He pauses there for a few seconds, before he roughly yanks his cock out. Jiang Cheng shudders at the sloppy sound his body makes at being so suddenly emptied.
“Nie Ming— uuhn!”
The groan gets fucked out of him as Nie Mingjue forces his cock back into Jiang Cheng’s fluttering hole. After a moment, he pulls out again, and then fucks all the way back in.
Jiang Cheng begins to cry for real as he realizes what Nie Mingjue is intending to do to him. He cries quietly into the sheets as Nie Mingjue ruins his hole, pulling out between thrusts until Jiang Cheng’s hole no longer resists his entry, until it no longer closes when he pulls out, until Jiang Cheng is letting out raw, shuddering sobs. Then, he slides a hand under Jiang Cheng’s belly, and pulls him back onto his cock. Jiang Cheng sits there dazedly, head tilted limply back against Nie Mingjue’s shoulder as the man arranges his legs, folding them open with his feet planted on the bed. Then, Nie Mingjue slaps him once on the ass.
“Ride.”
Jiang Cheng sits there for a moment, legs trembling. This man cannot be serious.
Nie Mingjue slaps his ass again.
“I said ride.”
Gods. He is.
With a tortured groan, Jiang Cheng gathers his feet beneath him, plants his palms behind him, and, screwing his eyes shut, weakly begins to drag his sore hole up and down that unabating erection. His thighs tremble violently with every effortful pump of his body. After about five minutes of this, his legs drop him unceremoniously down onto Nie Mingjue’s cock, and refuse to carry him back up.
He just sits there for a moment, eyes still closed, leaned back against Nie Mingjue’s broad chest with his legs spread wide. When he finally opens his eyes, though, he notices two pairs of eyes staring back at him. He startles, immediately trying to close his legs, but Nie Mingjue grabs his knee, making a shushing noise.
“It’s okay,” he whispers. “Keep them open. They’re enjoying the view.”
At that, Jiang Cheng notices how Lan Xichen’s robes are rucked up messily around him, and how Jin Guangyao is only in his inner robes, one slim wrist disappearing into Lan Xichen’s robes.
The honorable Zewu-jun does not appear to be wearing pants.
Nie Mingjue strokes his thigh, coaxing it back open. His other hand is still cupped large and warm over Jiang Cheng’s lower abdomen. Looking down at that hand, Jiang Cheng suddenly notices a strange curve to his stomach, nearly imperceptible, but Jiang Cheng knows his own body, and he knows that his stomach has always been flat. He stares for a moment longer at Nie Mingjue’s hand, curving possessively over the bump, and shudders hard as he realizes just what it is.
It’s Nie Mingjue’s cock, poking at his belly from inside him.
He turns his head, whimpering helplessly against the side of Nie Mingjue’s neck. Nie Mingjue chuckles, kissing his shoulder gently as he rubs his thumb over the bump.
“C’mon,” he whispers. “Keep riding.”
Gods. Jiang Cheng whines a little, stomping his feet weakly. May the heavens smite him. This man is relentless.
“I can’t,” he snaps.
“Can’t, or won’t?”
“Can’t,” Jiang Cheng confirms.
Nie Mingjue smooths his hand again along the curve of Jiang Cheng’s stomach, before sliding back to hold his waist. His hands are so large that his fingers touch over the bump. Jiang Cheng shudders, gut tightening weirdly at the sight.
“Alright then.”
Then, Nie Mingjue lifts him up, and yanks him roughly back down. Yelping, Jiang Cheng jerks forward, trying to get his knees under him for better stability, but Nie Mingjue jerks him back.
“No,” he pants, pulling Jiang Cheng back against him. “Like this. Tip your body back a little more. Yeah, like that. Fuck, yes.”
Seemingly satisfied with their position, Nie Mingjue continues fucking him roughly on his cock. Jiang Cheng looks up at a muffled moan. Jin Guangyao’s hand is moving rapidly under the hem of Lan Xichen’s robe. Both their eyes are fixed darkly on him as Nie Mingjue uses him like a sleeve. On the far side of the room, he can see Wei Wuxian grinding down into his husband’s lap, gasping, both of them watching him.
“You did this to them,” Nie Mingjue whispers breathlessly in his ear. “Wanton little thing. Look at you. You like this, don’t you? You like being seen. Don’t think I didn’t see you spreading your legs when you noticed them jerking off to you. C‘mon, baby. Spread ‘em wider.”
“Fuck you,” Jiang Cheng spits, and then screams as Nie Mingjue slams him down on his cock.
Nie Mingjue moans along with him, then begins to rut up into him. As his hands cup Jiang Cheng’s stomach again, Jiang Cheng comes to an appalling realization.
“Sick bastard,” he accuses. “You goddamn son of a bitch. Pervert!”
“Wanna feel it?” Nie Mingjue manages breathlessly.
“You don’t get to invite me to touch my own goddamn stomach,” he snaps.
“Just hurry up and give me your hand.”
“Sick motherfucker. You must have been born in a pigsty, you filthy— oh.”
Nie Mingjue chuckles. “Feel it?”
Jiang Cheng lets out a strangled sound, slumping weakly back against the man’s broad chest. He can feel it, the bump moving faintly under his skin as Nie Mingjue ruts up into him. He lets his hand drop from his stomach as Nie Mingjue lets go of it, large hands curling back around Jiang Cheng’s waist. After a moment, he begins fucking Jiang Cheng on his cock again, stretching the skin of his belly taut with his fingers.
“Look at your stomach.”
Despite his better judgement, Jiang Cheng looks down, then screws his eyes shut, twitching uncontrollably.
“Oh, fuck,” he sobs. “Sick bastard. Oh, oh.”
His stomach clenches in the beginnings of an orgasm. He somehow manages to peel his eyes open again, sobbing as Nie Mingjue uses him like a toy, fingers still holding his belly taunt. A now prominent bulge appears each time he’s yanked down onto that monstrous cock, and something primal deep inside of him is loving it. He twitches, coming dry now, ruined asshole making a good effort at tightening even as his cock stays soft. Nie Mingjue groans, and begins to rapidly fuck Jiang Cheng onto his cock, grinding up with every thrust. He tilts Jiang Cheng back further as he does so, and Jiang Cheng cries out as his cock begins to poke even more insistently through his stomach. Nie Mingjue lets out a punched-out moan.
“Gods, look at you,” he whispers. “Fuck, that’s hot. Mm.”
Breath hitching, he buries his face in Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, and finally begins to come.
He comes in long spurts, flooding Jiang Cheng’s insides with the sensation of warmth. When he’s done, he ruts all the way in, and stays there, balls to ass. They sit together for a long moment afterwards, just catching their breaths, until Nie Mingjue’s softening cock eventually slips from him. Come immediately begins to spill from his loosened hole. Nie Mingjue nuzzles him affectionately with a contented hum, kissing his ear, his jaw, his neck, his shoulder.
Then, there are unfamiliar fingers against his hole. He opens his eyes to see that Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao have come forward. Lan Xichen is cupping his right cheek, rubbing his thumb in the loose mess of his hole, eyes wide and fascinated.
“Here, take him.”
Nie Mingjue lifts him like he weighs nothing, and passes him into Lan Xichen’s arms. He wraps his legs around Lan Xichen’s waist, clinging to his neck as Lan Xichen props him up with a foot on the bed, and then reaches underneath him to position his cock. The cock sinks into him with a little squelch.
“You really did a number on him, Da-ge,” Lan Xichen observes. “I’m not feeling any friction.”
There’s another quiet squelch as Lan Xichen lifts him off his cock, and then sits on the bed, positioning Jiang Cheng in his lap, back to his chest. His cock goes back in without resistance.
“No big deal, Er-ge,” Jin Guangyao begins mildly. “Here, lie back. I’ll help.”
Nie Mingjue shifts forward, allowing Lan Xichen to rest his head on his thigh, as Jin Guangyao comes to stand between his legs. Small fingers press against Jiang Cheng’s filled opening, slipping in easily.
“He really is loose,” he observes.
“So strong,” Lan Xichen whispers in Jiang Cheng’s ear. “I’ve never seen anyone take so much.”
Jin Guangyao pulls his cock out, and pushes beside Lan Xichen. Jiang Cheng whimpers, spreading his legs at the slight stretch, as Jin Guangyao raises an eyebrow.
“He took it,” he comments.
“Beautiful,” Lan Xichen murmurs, and reaches for Jiang Cheng’s cock.
Jiang Cheng bats his hand away.
“No coming!” he snaps. “Out of stock. Shop’s closed. Run dry. No more left. Understand?!”
There’s a round of laughter.
“What do you think, Er-ge?” Jin Guangyao asks Lan Xichen teasingly. “Think we can make him beg for release?”
“Absolutely not!” Jiang Cheng shrieks.
“I think you can,” Nie Mingjue says lazily.
Lan Xichen just kisses his cheek, humming contentedly and brushing his hands slowly up and down his sides, as Jin Guangyao begins to thrust. It feels a little weird, one cock still and the other thrusting. Their cocks are rubbing every single inch of him, and at different times and different paces. His legs begin to twitch from the overstimulation of it.
Jin Guangyao laughs. “Does that feel good?”
“Taking it so good,” Lan Xichen murmurs, kissing his ear.
Laughing again, Jin Guangyao begins to tease his fingers over his cock, his nipples, his balls, just fleeting touches. Every few thrusts, he’ll grab, and squeeze. Jiang Cheng’s hips begin to twitch up, eyes closing and brows furrowing, but right before he can come, Jin Guangyao presses in all the way, and stops there.
He smiles at Jiang Cheng’s confused whine.
“Hmm?” he hums questioningly. “You said you didn’t want to come any more. Have you changed your mind?”
Jiang Cheng glares, and doesn’t reply.
“Alright then.”
He resumes thrusting, continuing to tease Jiang Cheng’s nipples and cock. Having not come down completely from the previous denied orgasm, he’s very quickly straddling the edge again. By some preternatural knowledge, Jin Guangyao draws his hands back, hips halting. Jiang Cheng groans.
“You need to ask,” Jin Guangyao tells him.
Jiang Cheng keeps pointedly silent. After a moment, Jin Guangyao’s hands resume their lazy movements, hips starting up once more.
Jiang Cheng loses count of the number of times he’s brought to the edge and denied. Throughout it all, Lan Xichen continues murmur praise into his ear, brushing his hair, and caressing his sides. By the third time, Jiang Cheng is nearly blind with need. By the sixth time, he’s writhing and moaning. But still, it goes on and on and on. Below him, Lan Xichen seems to be getting just as desperate, hands gripping at Jiang Cheng’s waist and hips now. Jin Guangyao, however, has a bored look on his face. He looks like he’s just getting started.
“I can go on like this forever,” he confirms. “Are you going to beg?”
His bored, arrogant expression is what tips Jiang Cheng over into annoyance.
“Fuck you,” he says, and lets Zidian’s power rip through his body.
He faintly registers the twin screams as Lan Xichen thrashes under him, and as Jin Guangyao hunches over him, spasming. He feels the telltale wetness of come spreading inside of him. Then, he feels Jin Guangyao’s cock begin to soften, before it slips out of him.
“Bad boy,” Jin Guangyao says, and brings his palm down over Jiang Cheng’s soft cock.
“Ah!” he screams, arching.
Jin Guangyao slaps his cock again, and then his balls, then back to his cock. The pain radiates through his entire pelvis, his toes curling and his body twisting with it. Jiang Cheng twitches his hips away from the abuse, crying out and squirming, but does not close his legs. Finally, Jin Guangyao pulls his hand away, and shoves four fingers into Jiang Cheng’s hole alongside Lan Xichen’s cock.
“Loose little bitch,” he comments. “Like a bitch in heat, so wet and ready.”
He curls his fingers and begins to fuck them roughly in and out, even hooking them around the rim and pulling Jiang Cheng open at one point, unheeding of Jiang Cheng’s screams. With an unnatural precision, he stops before every orgasm, seeming to know just when Jiang Cheng is about to come, and when he can continue without tipping Jiang Cheng over the edge.
Just when Jiang Cheng thinks he might break, whimpering and driven half out of his mind, Lan Xichen seems to break first.
“Please, please. A-Yao, please,” he begs, hips rutting desperately up against Jiang Cheng’s bottom. “Wanna come. Please, can I come?”
Lan Xichen lets out a little overwrought sob, and Jin Guangyao’s eyes soften.
“Of course, Er-ge,” he murmurs.
He reaches down with his other hand. There’s a squelch, and then Lan Xichen arches up against Jiang Cheng’s back, moaning.
“Right there,” he breathes, spreading his legs. “Oh, yes, oh, please, oh—“
He continues to babble and plead in Jiang Cheng’s ear, sending shivers down Jiang Cheng’s spine, as Jin Guangyao fingers him. His hips begin to rut up absently into Jiang Cheng. After a few minutes of this, he grabs onto Jiang Cheng, moaning, and comes.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes—“
Jin Guangyao fingers him through it. To Jiang Cheng’s surprise however, even after Lan Xichen slumps down, orgasm seemingly over, his cock does not soften in the least. Seeing Jiang Cheng’s shocked expression, and apparently guessing his thoughts, Jin Guangyao laughs.
“Er-ge has always had amazing stamina.”
This is not their first time, Jiang Cheng realizes then, and then kicks himself. It’s been evident for awhile that they’ve probably been sleeping together regularly.
Drawing his fingers out, Jin Guangyao wipes it on Lan Xichen’s thigh, and starts caressing Jiang Cheng’s body with it, other hand beginning to finger him again. This time, trails of pleasure swirl in the wake of his hands, energy flowing through his meridians and lighting his whole body up in pleasure. Jiang Cheng begins to moan loudly and squirm, clenching his eyes tight and fisting his hands in the sheets.
He had no idea cultivation could be used in this way, for sex and pleasure and not just for blood.
“Are you doing that thing again?” Nie Mingjue asks, speaking for the first time since he had passed Jiang Cheng to his sworn brothers.
“Mmhm,” Jin Guangyao hums, fingers still trailing fire over Jiang Cheng’s hips and sides.
Nie Mingjue snorts.
“You’re such a tease,” he complains.
With that, he reaches out, and grabs Jiang Cheng by the balls. Jiang Cheng screams as he lights up in a blinding, all-consuming pleasure, a pleasure almost too great to bear. It immediately forces him violently over the edge, but somehow, Nie Mingjue catches the flow of energy and forcefully redirects it, killing Jiang Cheng‘s orgasm before it can happen.
Jiang Cheng collapses over Lan Xichen’s body, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Da-ge always goes straight for the kill,” Jin Guangyao notes mildly. “Da-ge never has patience in bed.”
“And you have too much patience in bed,” Nie Mingjue counters. “You’re always such a goddamn tease.”
“So the three of you are that way, huh?” Jiang Cheng pants.
Nie Mingjue laughs, and makes him scream again.
As he slumps down in the aftermath, he vaguely registers Lan Xichen’s hands beginning to join in. Two pairs of hands map sharp lines of pleasure across his body, making him shudder and twitch uncontrollably, hopelessly overstimulated, before the pleasure crests again. He screams, thrashing desperately, and Nie Mingjue forces him to peak, and then kills his orgasm before it can happen. Then, without pause, he does it again, and again, and again.
Screaming and thrashing and throwing his head desperately from side to side, Jiang Cheng loses himself completely, unable to think over the pleasure and agony. He spreads his legs as wide as he can, tipping his hips up in offering.
“Little cockslut,” Nie Mingjue murmurs.
“Just look at you,” Jin Guangyao agrees.
“I’ve never seen anything spread like you, not even a bitch in heat.”
“Not even a whore,” Jin Guangyao whispers. “And so loose inside. What a whore. All used up.”
“Look at the face you’re making. You love this. You love cock.”
Jiang Cheng finally breaks.
“Mercy!” he scream-sobs. “Please! I beg! Wanna come! Please! Mercy!”
“Move your hand, da-ge? I want to fuck him.”
Nie Mingjue removes his hand, and climbing on top of him, Jin Guangyao sinks down onto Jiang Cheng’s hard cock. He’s already slick and open on the inside, and Jiang Cheng suddenly recalls how Nie Mingjue’s cock had already been oiled when he had first fucked Jiang Cheng. Had they been… while Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had...
Atop him, Jin Guangyao groans.
“Gods,” he breathes. “You’re as big as Er-ge.”
He eases himself up and down Jiang Cheng’s cock once, and then begins to fuck himself more enthusiastically. Meanwhile, Nie Mingjue comes around to the side of the bed, and spreads Jiang Cheng’s legs. Jiang Cheng whimpers as he feels the massive blunt head of Nie Mingjue’s cock nudge up against his already filled hole. He begins to shake his head frantically.
“No,” he pleads. “No, please, no.”
Nie Mingjue shushes him.
“I know,” he soothes. “Don’t worry. You’re not ready for that yet. Er-di, pull out for a moment. I’m not lubed enough.”
Lan Xichen shifts a little beneath him, and his cock slips out. Jiang Cheng’s breath leaves him in a whoosh as Nie Mingjue roughly thrusts in to the hilt, shallowing fucking him, before pulling out. Lan Xichen reaches down to guide himself back in. Lan Xichen’s thighs nudge up against the underside of his own, pushing them apart, and Jiang Cheng looks down to see Nie Mingjue spreading Lan Xichen’s legs.
Lan Xichen moans as he sheathes himself in a single thrust. He doesn’t seem to be in pain, but Jiang Cheng can’t help but be slightly appalled.
“Can’t you be a little more gentle with him?!” he scolds furiously.
“He’s already stretched and oiled from taking me just now,” Nie Mingjue explains.
Jiang Cheng doesn’t have much time to think after that. When Nie Mingjue starts thrusting, it rocks Lan Xichen up harshly into him. Combined with Jin Guangyao around his cock, it’s not long until he finds himself cresting. This time, no one stops him from tipping over the edge.
He screams throughout the orgasm, clawing at his face and his sheets until Lan Xichen has to restrain him. The orgasm stretches on for so long, so intense, that he almost thinks he might die like this, still pierced on Lan Xichen’s cock, with Jin Guangyao astride his hips.
When the orgasm finally ends, he slumps down on the bed, completely exhausted. The wet, warm friction of Jin Guangyao’s body sliding up and down his cock begins to feel too much. He’s endlessly relieved when he feels his cock softening, beginning to slip out.
Then Jin Guangyao reaches behind, grabs his balls, and redirects the dissipating energy, ruthlessly bringing his cock back up.
“I haven’t come yet,” Jin Guangyao says mildly. “You can stay hard just a little longer, can’t you?”
Without waiting for an answer, he begins to ride again, closing his eyes, using Jiang Cheng like a toy. Whining and whimpering, Jiang Cheng begins to cry, clutching at his face and grabbing the sheets. Each drag of Jin Guangyao’s body up and down feels like sandpaper over his oversensitive cock, the pleasure too sharp to be anything but painful.
Below him, Lan Xichen is moaning and whimpering, body rocking under Nie Mingjue’s thrusts.
“Da-ge,” he whimpers. “Harder.”
Nie Mingjue changes his angle slightly, and drives back in with renewed force.
“Da-ge! Yes! Right there!”
Jin Guangyao groans, arching, shoving his hips down faster, grinding Jiang Cheng’s cock against his sweet spot. Then, Lan Xichen moves Jiang Cheng’s hands to his own nipples, directing him to touch himself. Jin Guangyao and Nie Mingjue let out twin groans, and then Jin Guangyao kneels up.
“Da-ge,” he whines. “Da-ge, move back. I need— ah!”
Nie Mingjue seems to have lifted him off of Jiang Cheng. A moment later, Jiang Cheng feels Jin Guangyao’s cock shoving in along Lan Xichen, and then Jin Guangyao is rabbiting in, groaning, and coming.
After a moment, he bends down, still panting, and kisses Lan Xichen over Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, kisses Jiang Cheng too, before pulling out. Lan Xichen shifts, letting his cock slip out. Jiang Cheng whimpers as Nie Mingjue prods the blunt head of his massive cock against Jiang Cheng’s sore hole. He’s loose enough that he can already feel the head against his insides.
“No more,” he sobs.
Nie Mingjue hesitates, then looks over his shoulder.
“Can he take a break?”
There’s a pause, then Wei Wuxian’s voice replies.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to ask.”
“He just needs semen, right?” Nie Mingjue asks.
”Yeah.”
Nie Mingjue turns back to him.
“Okay, we got this.”
There’s a squelch, and then Lan Xichen lets out a high-pitched moan against Jiang Cheng’s ear. Across the room, Wei Wuxian murmurs to someone. A door opens, and then closes.
“Ah, ah, Da-ge, Da-ge…”
Jiang Cheng can hear the sloppy sounds of Lan Xichen getting fucked by something big. He remembers what it felt like to be destroyed by that cock, remembers how it had felt to be stretched around the widest part of that massive cockhead. He spreads his legs wider, whimpering in arousal. His cock and hole still too sensitive to be touched, he begins to rub his nipples instead. Lan Xichen gasps.
“Wanna suck your nipples so bad,” he murmurs in Jiang Cheng’s ear.
Jiang Cheng lets out a full-body shudder.
“Yeah, keep touching them,” Nie Mingjue growls. “Gods, that’s hot. Pinch them.”
Wei Wuxian appears over Nie Mingjue’s shoulder as Jiang Cheng complies, reaching around him to press one of Jiang Cheng’s thighs up.
“Come on, baby brother,” he murmurs. “Up and open.”
Jiang Cheng allows Wei Wuxian to push his thigh up, pressing it to the side, and then opening the other. He can feel his hole spreading open with the position, can feel the air cool against his insides. Nie Mingjue curses, speeding up, as Wei Wuxian whistles.
“Oh, wow, they did a real number on you, baby bro.”
Lan Xichen reaches down, feeling frantically for his own dick, before popping the head into the mess of Jiang Cheng’s hole, and beginning to come. Nie Mingjue’s groans go high and desperate, his hands fisting in the sheets.
“Keep fucking me,” Lan Xichen sobs. “Da-ge, please, please.”
When he’s done, he quickly pulls out, allowing Nie Mingjue to shove right in, Jiang Cheng’s hole not even resisting as the blunt head punches into him with a wet splurt. Nie Mingjue groans, cursing, rutting in roughly as he comes into Jiang Cheng’s ass. He yanks his cock out halfway, stroking himself frantically, before shoving back in. Jiang Cheng whimpers, tears beginning to run down his cheeks.
Groaning, panting, Nie Mingjue ruts a few more times— and then finally pulls out with another wet splurt . Jiang Cheng spasms a little, his hole twitching weakly. A rush of cool air floods his insides. Jiang Cheng cries out weakly, reaching down to cover his hole with both hands. His hole feels wet and open under his fingers. He can feel where the flesh inside is exposed to the air.
As Nie Mingjue backs away, Wei Wuxian steps between his legs.
“Shh, can you move your hands? Let me see.”
Jiang Cheng whimpers, but allows Wei Wuxian to pull his hands away from his hole. Wei Wuxian winces a little.
“No tears,” he observes. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” Jiang Cheng whispers, “but I feel… open.”
“Yeah, well, you’re certainly gaping a little.”
As Wei Wuxian touches his rim gingerly, pressing it slightly open, Jiang Cheng finally closes his legs, knocking Wei Wuxian’s hand away. He feels… strange, vulnerable and off-kilter and disoriented and so— so open . He sniffles. A moment later, his face screws up, and tears begin to stream down his face, little heartbroken sobs rising uncontrollably from his chest.
“Don’t cry!” Wei Wuxian yelps, panicked, and begins to stroke his thigh. “It’s okay! You’ll tighten back up! You’ve got a strong cultivation base. I’m sure you’ll be tight as a virgin again in an hour.”
The others begin to crowd in beside Wei Wuxian, Lan Xichen stroking his sides in concern, as they murmur worriedly.
“It’s okay even if you don’t,” Nie Mingjue says helplessly. “It’s hot when you’re open like this.”
“Not that you won’t!” Jin Guangyao adds quickly. “You’ll definitely tighten back up.”
“Da-ge and I took A-Yao at the same time once,” Lan Xichen confirms. “He’s still tight, isn’t he?”
Jiang Cheng keens.
“I don’t care about that,” he sobs. “I just…”
He takes a moment to collect himself, trying to take stock of his own emotions. He’s naked and feels open in a bad way, like his insides are spilling out of him and into the cold room for everyone to see. He can feel the cum leaking out of him and his tears have dried on his face. His skin feels tight and crusty. With an overwrought sob, he begins to cry again.
“I don’t like feeling so open,” he cries, “and I don’t like the feeling of these fluids all on me. I don’t like it.”
Jin Guangyao vanishes as he begins to sob again and comes trotting back with a bucket and some rags. They begin to wipe him down, Lan Xichen brushing his hair out of his face where they’ve stuck to the tears and saliva. Jin Guangyao presses a warm rag against his hole.
“How does this feel?” he asks.
Jiang Cheng hiccups.
“Nice,” he answers, surprised.
Unfortunately, the comforting warmth of the rag seeps quickly away in the chilly night. The dampness left by the rags on his skin cools, and Jiang Cheng begins to shiver.
“Why is he shivering?!” Wei Wuxian demands, voice a little shrill in panic. “With his cultivation level, he shouldn’t be shivering!”
“It happens sometimes after very intense sex,” Jin Guangyao answers, pulling on his inner robe. “I’ll ask a servant to bring a burner in.”
He scurries off, tying his robe closed, as Wei Wuxian and Nie Mingjue take the bed curtains down. Meanwhile, Lan Xichen strokes his sides, getting up onto his elbows.
“Come up here and sit on me, darling,” he whispers.
Jiang Cheng obediently tries to sit up, but groans, finding that he hurts all over. His hamstrings hurt from being spread so wide. His buttocks are sore, probably bright red from getting spanked. His abs hurt. His cock hurts. His balls hurt. His hole is so sore and open and swollen between his legs, he can barely close his legs comfortably.
“Alright, baby. It’s okay. I’ll help you.”
Lan Xichen holds him by the waist, and lifts. Jiang Cheng can’t help but be amazed as Lan Xichen moves him, still lying prone under Jiang Cheng, but somehow able to lift six feet of solidly muscled man from that position. Nie Mingjue rushes in to assist, helping Lan Xichen to position Jiang Cheng so that he’s kneeling over Lan Xichen’s face.
“Lan Xichen,” Jiang Cheng begins hoarsely. “What— What are you trying to do?”
In lieu of an answer, Lan Xichen just guides his hips down, and begins to rim him gently. Jiang Cheng lets out a high-pitched sound, trying to lift up off Lan Xichen’s mouth, but Lan Xichen wraps his arms around Jiang Cheng’s thighs.
“Dirty,” Jiang Cheng moans. “Don’t— Lan Xichen— It’s not clean.”
Chuckling, Lan Xichen just kisses his hole, and continues.
“Lan Xichen,” Jiang Cheng murmurs again, but when Lan Xichen still does not let him up, he settles reluctantly over his face.
It’s… surprisingly comforting. He’s not really moving his tongue, not pleasuring Jiang Cheng, just pressing it gently against him and kissing with soft lips. His tongue and lips are warm and soft and soothing where Jiang Cheng feels too cold and too open. Jiang Cheng still feels slightly overstimulated, but somehow, it makes him feel warm and a little less empty inside, the warm pressure holding him together where he feels like he’s spilling out of himself.
He moans, thighs beginning to shake. After a few moments, Lan Xichen unwraps one arm from around Jiang Cheng’s thigh, and feels for his hand. Jiang Cheng blindly laces their fingers together, kneeling, head lowered and hands clutching desperately at Lan Xichen’s, while Lan Xichen licks him gently out.
Wei Wuxian gets on the bed then, pulling Jiang Cheng’s face into the side of his neck. After a few minutes, Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao come back with a bronze heater, which they set down, before moving the divan over to set it right by the bed. It’s warm and cosy, Lan Xichen stroking his thigh, and Wei Wuxian humming against the top of his head. On the other side of the bed, Nie Mingjue pulls Jin Guangyao into his lap for a kiss.
Jiang Cheng closes his eyes, and drifts.
Sometime later, he hears the door open.
“Are you licking the semen out of him?!” comes Wen Qing’s scandalized voice.
Lan Wangji has returned, and it appears that he has brought Wen Qing back with him.
“Why did you get a female doctor?!” Nie Mingjue cries, aghast, shrugging on an inner robe (it is several sizes too small for him) and throwing a blanket over Jin Guangyao’s naked body.
“She’s the best doctor in the cultivation world!” Wei Wuxian yelps. “How would I know she would come in without knocking?”
“This is not the sort of sordid thing a woman should see—“ Nie Mingjue rumbles angrily, draping a blanket delicately over Lan Xichen’s bare lower half, sticking out from under Jiang Cheng body.
“Oh, for the love of the gods, will you all move over?!” Wen Qing cries, shoving him aside. “Sect Leader Lan, kindly stop that and let me see the damage you’ve wrought on my patient. You’re supposed to be putting the semen in, not licking it out! ”
A moment later, Lan Xichen’s muffled voice issues from underneath Jiang Cheng.
“Sorry.”
Lan Xichen gets out from under him. Wei Wuxian helps Jiang Cheng to rise onto his knees, still holding him with his head in the crook of his neck, and murmuring, moving him until he’s leaning forward with his buttocks lifted. When Jiang Cheng feels an unfamiliar hand pressing one ass cheek aside, he realizes that Wen Qing must be examining his—
Before he can feel too strange about it, Wen Qing lets go and straightens up.
“No tearing, just a little bruising.”
She sighs.
“It’s only been three hours! You beasts did this in three hours?!”
There’s a long moment of guilty silence. Wei Wuxian clears his throat.
“How long can he rest before he must go again?” he asks.
Wen Qing sighs, before producing something from her sleeve. It is a jade something, unadorned and shaped with a tapered tip, a round, bulbous body, and a flared, flat base.
“I don’t know how much Sect Leader Lan licked out of him,” Wen Qing continues, with a sharp glare to said sect leader, “but if there’s still anything left, you can use this to keep it in, and let him sleep for about four hours. After that, if he still isn’t ready, the semen can also be administered orally.”
Wei Wuxian takes the… the…
It’s an anal plug, Jiang Cheng realizes, turning his blushing face back into Wei Wuxian’s neck. She’s given him an anal plug. To stop the come from leaking out.
“Ah, well,” Wei Wuxian begins, with a little cough, awkwardly buffing the jade plug on his sleeve, “who’s ready to go again?”
There’s a moment’s pause.
“I just went twice,” Nie Mingjue says sheepishly.
“Ah,” Jin Guangyao begins delicately. “Same for me. It’s going to be awhile.”
Wei Wuxian clears his throat.
“Well, Lan Zhan did me a few times while you four were… busy, so... I don’t think either of us are ready.”
In unison, they all turn to Lan Xichen. Somehow, he is still rock hard despite having just come, twice.
“Is this a Lan family trait?” Wei Wuxian wonders aloud, and turns to grin at his blushing husband.
He moves over as Lan Xichen gets back onto the bed, bundling Jiang Cheng up into his arms.
“I’ll do the honors then,” he murmurs, and kisses the top of Jiang Cheng’s head.
“And I’ll leave you to it,” Wen Qing says, beginning to back out of the room. “I’ll also prepare a charm for you to use once Jiang Wanyin is rested. It will have an aphrodisiac effect and also help with semen production. Hopefully that will resolve the… stamina issues.”
She leaves.
Nie Mingjue looks a little offended at the implication of him having stamina issues, but before he can say anything, Lan Xichen speaks up first.
“I think we need to be a little more strategic going forward,” he notes mildly, pulling the blankets off the bed with one arm, and impossibly managing to carry Jiang Cheng against his front with the other. “Although he’s held up admirably so far, we can now see that Jiang Wanyin also has a refractory period, much like the rest of us do, and can only take so much before he can no longer continue.”
Everyone clears their throat, looking vaguely chastised.
Lan Xichen arranges the blankets in a messy nest on the floor, along with whatever discarded robes he can reach. Then, he sets Jiang Cheng down on it, arranging him until he’s kneeling, torso draped over the bed.
“Wanyin— May I call you that, by the way?”
“You just had your tongue in my ass,” Jiang Cheng responds tiredly, without raising his head, as Lan Xichen slathers oil over the inside of his thighs. “I think we’re past that. You can call me whatever the hell you like.”
“Whatever I like?”
“Yeah, I don’t give a crap at this point.”
Lan Xichen chuckles.
“Alright then, lotus cakes, why don’t you squeeze your thighs together real tight for me?”
Jiang Cheng closes his eyes.
“No lotus cake,” he grits out, even as he complies with Lan Xichen’s request.
“No? Then what about plum blossom?”
“No.”
“Sweetling.”
“No.”
“My little red bean.“
“I would never have thought that the respected Zewu-jun would have the vocabulary of a three-year-old.”
Lan Xichen laughs. The others chuckle.
“I see the snark is slowly coming back,” Wei Wuxian comments. “For a moment, I thought you three had permanently fucked the personality out of him.”
Lan Xichen finally finishes slicking himself up, and slides his cock between Jiang Cheng’s thighs.
“Tighten up, baobei.”
Jiang Cheng opens his mouth to protest the endearment, but just lets out a squeak as he‘s rocked forward by the first thrust. When Lan Xichen begins to move, the whole bed creaks alarmingly with every thrust. Jiang Cheng scrambles to grip the sheets under him, alarmed. Are all Lans like this when they are fucking? Lan Xichen had been so meek when he’d been on his back just now. Now, Jiang Cheng can’t help but think what that cock will do to his sore hole once he’s rested and ready to be fucked again.
“Wei Wuxian!” he howls, slapping his palms angrily against the bed. “How did you pick them?! Why are they all like this?! This is an assassination attempt! I’m never trusting you again!”
Lan Xichen lets out a strained chuckle, and pulls back. Jiang Cheng sobs as he pops the head of his cock into Jiang Cheng’s overused hole, working rapidly over the rest of it with his hand.
“You’re too tired for it right now, but when you’re awake again, Jiang Wanyin—“ He shoves in all the way, the bed groaning, as Jiang Cheng sobs. “—I promise that you won’t be calling another man’s name with my cock inside you.”
Then, with a chuckle, he hunches over Jiang Cheng’s back, and begins to come. He pulls back a little so that he can jerk his shaft, head inside Jiang Cheng’s hole. Jiang Cheng just lays docilely under him, eyes closed and shivering, for what feels like forever. God, there’s so much of it. It’s just filling him up, spilling out from around Lan Xichen’s cock.
At last, when the man is finally done coming, he pulls out, and pops the buttplug in.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs.
It’s the last thing Jiang Cheng hears before he passes out.
Notes:
Pairings: Existing 3zun polyamory. It is mentioned that they were fucking in the previously chapter while watching Wangxian fucking JC.
- Mentioned: NMJ/LXC, NMJ/JGY, LXC/JGY
- In chapter, in order of appearance: NMJ/JC, LXC/JC, JGY/JC, JC/JGY, NMJ/LXCKinks: Size kink. Crying during sex. Overstimulation. Humiliation. Hair pulling. Prostrate orgasm. Praise kink. Dry orgasms. Verbal humiliation. Praise kink. Spanking. Riding. Belly bulge due to improbably large cock. Anal gape. Double penetration (xiyao dp jc). Mentioned switching. Edging and orgasm denial. Electrostimulation (JC zaps JGY and LXC once with Zidian for sexual purposes and because he's annoyed). Power bottoming (JGY rides JC). Cultivation used to induce and deny orgasms. Begging. Cultivation used to force JC to stay erect. Bottom!LXC (NMJ fucks him while he's fucking JC). Anal gape. Aftercare. Face-sitting. Rimming/felching. Intercrural sex.
Warnings: Dub-con due to unnegotiated BDSM and lack of safeword. the sex gets pretty intense, and some kinks (spanking, edging, humiliation, overstimulation) are introduced without prior consent from JC and without a safeword, even though JC enjoys it and even though they back off when JC says no and means it.
Dub-con due to curse. JC is unable to continue after 3zun jointly wreck him, but due to concerns about the curse and having to continue inseminating him, they have to continue while trying not to sexually stimulate him (NMJ fucks LXC instead, and only enters JC to come inside. LXC fucks his thighs.)
JC also drops really hard near the end and they have to cuddle him before they can continue.
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EDIT: There is now NSFW art by chengszidian for this fic!!
Chapter 3: Who Let The Sluts Out
Notes:
This just keeps getting filthier and filthier and I don't really know how to face the world anymore. Anyway, if anyone asks, I didn't write this. Also, I realize I've begun to use cum and come interchangeably starting from this chapter. In case anyone's wondering, it's because I've written come so many times that the word has begun to look strange so I use cum sometimes to change it up.
Pairings, kinks, and warnings at the end for anyone wants to avoid a pairing, or a kink. PLEASE read the warnings if you have triggers, particularly for dub-con.
Spanish translation now available here on Wattpad!
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Chapter Text
He wakes to the slow stroke of calloused fingers down his back, and the soothing pet of a soft palm on his hip. Opening his eyes, he notices at once that he has his head pillowed on someone’s chest. It’s a very pillowy chest, which means that it’s probably…
He looks up.
Nie Mingjue blinks back down at him.
Yep. He is sleeping on Nie Mingjue’s chest, curled up against his side, and he does not know how to feel about that. He raises his head a little. Beyond Nie Mingjue’s very pillowy chest, he can see Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao sitting on the divan drinking tea. Wei Wuxian is sitting in Lan Wangji’s lap at the foot of the bed, patting Jiang Cheng’s rump as if soothing a child to sleep.
He slaps that hand away and sits up, drawing the room’s attention.
“Ah! Just in time!” Wei Wuxian cries. “Your four hours are just about up. How are you feeling?”
“Better,” Jiang Cheng admits, and accepts a cup of tea from Jin Guangyao.
As he drinks it, and returns it to the table, Wei Wuxian gets off Lan Wangji’s lap and bounces to his feet with his hands on his hips.
“Ready to go again?” he chirps. “The Venerated Idiots went a little too hard last time, so I was thinking Lan Zhan and I would go first. What do you think of that?”
Jiang Cheng stretches, cat-like, feeling each vertebrae of his spine realign with a series of cracks.
“Sure,” he agrees lightly. “But first—”
He turns and snaps his hand down lightning-fast, pressing Nie Mingjue to the bed by the throat. Nie Mingjue twitches ever-so-slightly in surprise, brown eyes flicking up to him.
“I think,” Jiang Cheng says pleasantly, eyes never once leaving Nie Mingjue’s, “a little payback is due, don’t you think? Sect Leader Nie?”
There’s what feels like a collective intake of breath.
He rises to his knees, letting the blankets fall slowly from his shoulders, before he swings a leg over Nie Mingjue’s hips. After a short moment, someone holds out a jar of oil, which he takes wordlessly, still pressing Nie Mingjue down with the other. His cock is rising fast under Jiang Cheng, but still not fast enough for Jiang Cheng’s liking.
He grabs ahold of Nie Mingjue’s cock and begins jerking it roughly, simultaneously bringing it to full mast, and oiling the full length of it. Nie Mingjue looks up at him, eyes half-lidded, from under his lashes, as Jiang Cheng swipes his oiled hand between his own cheeks, and presses his fingers into himself.
He’s tighter than before, as Wei Wuxian had predicted, but still loose enough that he does not need to stretch himself more. He runs his oiled fingers briefly around the inside, before pulling them out, and positioning Nie Mingjue’s cock at his entrance. Then, he presses down, taking the head with a little pained hiss. When Nie Mingjue tries to hold him by the hips, however, Jiang Cheng lets Zidian’s power rip through his body. Nie Mingjue cries out, whole body jerking away from Jiang Cheng.
“No,” Jiang Cheng snaps. “I’m the one in charge here. Keep your filthy hands to yourself.”
Nie Mingjue tilts his head back, eyes half lidded, breath coming a little harder. His cock twitches noticeably inside, and Jiang Cheng raises an eyebrow.
“You like that.”
He zaps Nie Mingjue again. Nie Mingjue jerks.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” he moans, hands flying up instinctively to Jiang Cheng‘s hips again.
“Hands off!”
He immediately puts his hands down, fisting them in the sheets. Jiang Cheng laughs.
“So that’s how it is,” he muses. “Which one do you like? Being dominated or being hurt?”
“Both,” Jin Guangyao answers from the divan.
“I’m not asking you,” Jiang Cheng snarls. “I’m asking him.”
He shakes Nie Mingjue by the neck.
“Answer me.”
“Both,” Nie Mingjue confirms breathlessly.
Jiang Cheng strikes him hard across the face. Someone lets out a small sound, somewhere off the bed. Nie Mingjue’s hips rise slightly.
“Hips down.”
Nie Mingjue lets out a little whine, but complies.
“Good.”
And with that, Jiang Cheng takes a deep breath, and presses himself down. He sinks all the way down until he’s sitting on Nie Mingjue’s pelvis, and stays there for a moment, just getting used to the size of it again, before rising up. He begins to ride Nie Mingjue slowly, each rise and fall measured and deliberate.
After a short moment, he zaps Nie Mingjue for good measure, laughing as Nie Mingjue bucks. Despite his leisurely pace, there’s something unraveling inside Nie Mingjue’s eyes, his breath coming faster and shorter, until they are issuing from him in little huffs. He’s pressing up a little against Jiang Cheng’s hand, closing his eyes. Jiang Cheng frowns, about to tell him to stop it, when Jin Guangyao speaks up from the divan.
“Choke him,” he says. “He likes that.”
“Don’t you fucking try to take control,” Jiang Cheng snarls. “You’re next.”
He doesn’t turn to see Jin Guangyao’s reaction, just pressing forward so that the weight of his body is pressing down into Nie Mingjue’s neck. The little huffing breaths stop, choked abruptly off. Nie Mingjue’s expression goes slack.
Jiang Cheng laughs, cruelly.
“Oh, you really like this.”
He lets a little shock of lightning travel down his hand, causing Nie Mingjue to buck up, before he begins to ride more roughly, forcing his hips down hard. Something is stirring in his belly now, tightening low in his stomach. The head of Nie Mingjue’s cock is rubbing up against his sweet spot, so big that it’s not so much hitting it as pressing all along it, and gods, it feels divine.
“Yeah,” he groans, and fucks down harder, fucking that cock where it feels best. “Yes.”
Two taps. He looks up to see Nie Mingjue rapping his knuckles against the headboard. His eyes are still closed, mouth open, face so red it’s going a little purple.
Jiang Cheng lets go immediately.
Nie Mingjue draws in a deep, heaving breath, chest rising slightly off the bed with it. In between the desperate inhales, he’s moaning, almost sobbing.
“Can I—“ he manages. “Can I come? Please?”
Jiang Cheng tilts his head, curling his fingers back around Nie Mingjue’s throat, but not pressing down. Nie Mingjue moans, collapsing limply down on the bed. So permissive.
“I don’t know,” he says smoothly. “Should I let you?”
Nie Mingjue closes his eyes tight, hips bucking up under Jiang Cheng.
“Please,” he whispers. “I can’t— can’t hold it.”
“When a man comes,” Jin Guangyao speaks up, “there’s usually a large outflow of Yang energy. To stop an orgasm, you can suppress the flow of energy.”
“Is that so?” Jiang Cheng asks.
He closes his eyes, concentrating. Nie Mingjue jackknifes off the bed with a guttural groan, sobbing as Jiang Cheng does the reverse, tearing the orgasm violently from his body.
Jin Guangyao chuckles.
“You’re a fast learner,” he praises. “I suppose you would have guessed by now: if you want to keep a man hard after orgasm, stop the Yang energy from dissipating.”
“Unn,” Nie Mingjue moans, grabbing Jiang Cheng’s wrist.
Jiang Cheng caresses his cheek, and then pulls himself off Nie Mingjue’s quickly softening cock.
“Thanks for the lesson.”
Allowing Nie Mingjue’s cum to drip freely from him, he saunters over to the table, pouring himself a cup of tea. He stands there drinking it, naked, cum trailing slowly down his legs, while the others watch. When he’s done, he puts it down, transfers the tea tray to Lan Xichen’s lap—
And picks Jin Guangyao up, throwing him on the table.
“But I think I’ll use your teachings on you instead.”
Lan Xichen chuckles, pouring himself another cup of tea, as Wei Wuxian whistles.
“Where’s the oil?”
“He’s already oiled,” Lan Xichen pipes up cheerfully. “Da-ge had him just now. You can probably just go right ahead.”
“Wait,” Lan Wangji speaks up. “The plug.”
Jiang Cheng turns around, taking the plug that Lan Wangji is holding out to him. Putting his knee up against the table, he slips the plug easily into his loosened hole, and then flips the hem of Jin Guangyao’s robe up. He’s not wearing anything underneath that thin robe, and as Lan Xichen had said, he’s already wet, already open. Jiang Cheng positions his cock against that wet hole.
“Jiang Wanyin,” Jin Guangyao begins breathlessly. “You— ah!”
He’s loose enough that Jiang Cheng slips easily in, bottoming out in one thrust. He’s also wet on the inside, the texture more than just oil.
“Did you let him come in you?” Jiang Cheng asks.
“I—“ Jin Guangyao begins.
The table screeches slightly with Jiang Cheng’s next thrust, cutting Jin Guangyao off before he can finish.
“That was a rhetorical question,” Jiang Cheng says casually. “Don’t answer it.”
He can feel the cum leaking out around his cock as he begins to thrust. It squelches loudly with each thrust, lewd, and unexpectedly arousing. Jin Guangyao is moaning under him, all half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. Jiang Cheng is abruptly filled with the urge to find out how far down that blush goes.
He grabs Jin Guangyao’s lapel with one hand, and yanks. The force of it lifts Jin Guangyao slightly off the table. Jin Guangyao whimpers as Jiang Cheng begins to forcefully undress him, each rough yank of his robes pulling him off the table, jerking him around like a doll.
Jiang Cheng finally lets the robe drop to the floor. He grabs Jin Guangyao behind the knees, spreading him open.
“Messy,” he chides.
Strands of precum stretch from the head of his cock to his belly and thighs. It looks like Nie Mingjue had fucked him while he had still been in his robe. It looks like his cock hasn’t been touched at all. It jerks pitifully against his stomach with each thrust.
Jin Guangyao, Jiang Cheng realizes then, has a sex flush. He’s pink all over, starting from his face, flushing all the way down to his belly button.
Jiang Cheng wants to deepen that flush.
“Ah, ah, ah!” Jin Guangyao cries, as Jiang Cheng tilts his hips up a little, remembering the spots that had felt good instead of him.
“Yeah, you like that?” he murmurs.
Jin Guangyao turns his face to the side, charmingly shy. Between his thighs, his cock twitches, and Jiang Cheng can no longer resist the urge to take Jin Guangyao in hand, beginning to jerk it. His cock is a nice size, proportionate. It’s neither too big to fit into his hand, nor too small. The thickness is just right. He suddenly wants to get that cock in his mouth.
The urge surprises him.
“Ah! Wait!” Jin Guangyao cries. “I’m going to— It needs to go inside you. Wait— Ah!”
His face contorts, his thighs closing to squeeze around Jiang Cheng’s waist as he apparently fights to hold back his orgasm. Jiang Cheng quickens his pace, fucking more roughly, stroking more intently.
“I’m coming!” Jin Guangyao tells him desperately. “Jiang Wanyin, I’m coming!”
He throws his head back, and with a sobbing ah, ah, ah, begins to come over his own stomach. Jiang Cheng fucks him through his orgasm, watching his cock soften between his legs. When Jin Guangyao whimpers, pushing weakly at his hip, he finally stops, pulling out.
Jin Guangyao looks up dazedly at him as he takes a step back. The smaller man’s legs are still sprawled open, his hole wet and smeared with cum between them, and his cock lying soft and messy on his belly.
Jiang Cheng bends slowly at the waist, and begins to lick his stomach and cock clean. Salty and musky, he finds that he does not at all mind the taste. Jin Guangyao whimpers as he licks around his over-sensitive cock, eventually taking the soft cock into his mouth and sucking. He lets a faint current pass through him.
Jin Guangyao screams, spasming against the table.
“Too much,” he whimpers, once Jiang Cheng lets the current fade.
“Can’t get it up again?” Jiang Cheng asks.
“No,” Jin Guangyao confirms.
“Don’t worry,” Jiang Cheng says. “I’ll help you.”
Taking that flaccid cock in hand, he catches the dissipating energy, and redirects it, forcing Jin Guangyao erect again. Jin Guangyao sobs, attempting to roll onto his side, but Jiang Cheng shoves his thigh back open, pushing him back onto his back.
“Where are you going?” Jiang Cheng asks. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Then, bending down, he takes Jin Guangyao’s cock into his mouth. As he had thought, it fits perfectly, neither too big nor too small. The thickness is perfect. With a satisfied hum, Jiang Cheng sinks to his knees, sucking contentedly around it. Jin Guangyao’s thighs begin to twitch.
But, Jiang Cheng realizes suddenly, he isn’t entirely sure what he’s supposed to do next.
“Move your head up and down,” Lan Xichen directs gently, seeming to guess his conundrum. “Let his cock fuck your mouth.”
Jiang Cheng complies. Above him, Jin Guangyao drapes his wrist over his eyes, moaning.
“Use your tongue,” Lan Xichen continues. “Rub your tongue right under the head of his cock. He’s sensitive there. Pull down the foreskin and suck on the head.”
Jiang Cheng does so, rubbing the flat of his tongue against the underside, and then pressing the tip against the slit. Jiang Cheng pulls off for a moment, curling his fingers around the shaft and pushing down, until the pink head of Jin Guangyao’s cock is fully exposed. He sucks it, hard. Jin Guangyao bucks up into his mouth with a cry. Jiang Cheng fucks his mouth over the length of it a few times, and then slides a few fingers inside Jin Guangyao’s ass.
“Yes. Curl your fingers up,” Lan Xichen instructs. “You should be able to feel a little knot inside of him. Rub it.”
He curls them upwards. He can feel a small bundle under his fingers, and judging from the way Jin Guangyao’s cock had twitched in his mouth, that’s probably the right spot. He begins to rub it gently. Jin Guangyao is moaning now, panting into his arm. He’s looking a little too comfortable for Jiang Cheng’s liking, so after a moment, he pulls out his fingers, and grabs the man’s balls in his palm.
Jin Guangyao cries out as he channels a short burst of electricity.
“Oh,” he sobs. “Oh, gods. Please.”
He pulls his mouth off Jin Guangyao’s cock, and zaps that too. Jin Guangyao twitches, sobbing. After a moment, Jiang Cheng pulls the foreskin down, and zaps the exposed head of his cock. Jin Guangyao shrieks, knees jerking together. Jiang Cheng zaps his balls again, harder this time.
“Keep them spread,” he hisses.
Jin Guangyao whimpers, but opens his legs.
“I think,” he whispers. “I think I’m going to come.”
“No, you’re not,” Jiang Cheng says.
The next time he zaps Jin Guangyao’s quickly reddening cock, he catches the surge of energy, and pushes it down. Jin Guangyao’s head falls back as he sobs openly. Jiang Cheng slides his fingers back in, curling them upwards until he finds that little bundle of nerves. Then, he lets out a small burst of electricity.
Jin Guangyao screams.
He quickly catches the orgasm, and forces it back down. Then, he zaps Jin Guangyao’s spot again, harder this time. Jin Guangyao screams even louder, limbs spasming as his body tries again to come, only to be blocked again.
As Jiang Cheng begins to let out steady pulses of electricity against that spot, Jin Guangyao begins to thrash so hard that Jiang Cheng has to stand up, has to hold him down with his other hand, while he screams and wails and claws at his own face.
“Don’t scratch,” Jiang Cheng commands, but Jin Guangyao doesn’t seem to hear him.
Lan Xichen stands up, grabbing onto his wrists and holding them down.
“Okay to continue?” Jiang Cheng asks.
“Unnn,” Jin Guangyao groans.
“If you want to stop, then you better close your goddamn legs,” Jiang Cheng says.
“Unnn…”
Jiang Cheng hesitates for a moment, unsure if Jin Guangyao even heard him. Then, those quivering legs slide ever-so-slightly wider. Jiang Cheng chuckles.
“So you really do like this, huh?”
He lets Zidian’s power rip down his arm, stronger than any of the previous times, and longer. He quickly catches the orgasm, forcing it down as Jin Guangyao’s back snaps up off the table, his eyes going wide and unseeing. This time, he doesn’t even scream.
Jiang Cheng lets out an even stronger burst, maintaining it until the screaming resumes, Jin Guangyao thrashing so hard under him that Lan Xichen has to scramble to get a better grip on his wrists. He maintains the charge. He can feel Jin Guangyao’s orgasm swelling, so intense that he can barely keep it at bay. He is just about to let go, when Jin Guangyao’s thighs suddenly clamp shut around his waist.
“No more! Please! No more! Let me come!”
Jiang Cheng bends, takes Jin Guangyao into his mouth, and immediately releases the built up energy. Jin Guangyao’s thighs spasm once against his shoulders, and then, his cock begins to spurt inside Jiang Cheng’s mouth. He can feel the energies cresting inside Jin Guangyao’s body, and somewhat curiously, he catches that energy. This time, instead of forcing it down, he pushes it up.
Jin Guangyao begins to scream like he’s never heard anyone scream before. He’s babbling, but Jiang Cheng can’t make out any words. He presses Jin Guangyao’s hips down, continuing to suck, while maintaining that energy at its peak. As he feels it begin to fade, he adds his own spiritual energy to maintain the high. Inside his mouth, the flow of come trickles slowly out, until it appears that Jin Guangyao is coming dry.
The wordless screaming solidifies into words for a brief moment.
“Please! Please! Let it end! Please! No more! Please!”
He finally lets go of the energy, allowing Jin Guangyao to come down. Jin Guangyao goes slack against the table, moaning brokenly, as Jiang Cheng gentles the power still coursing through his hand, zapping in short, gentle bursts now to guide Jin Guangyao through the rest of his orgasm. He keeps Jin Guangyao in his mouth, not sucking, but just holding him, until he finally goes soft. Then, he plants a gentle kiss on it, and stands. Lan Xichen steps away as well.
Jin Guangyao immediately curls onto his side, shaking and shuddering, still moaning a little. Wei Wuxian appears at Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, eyebrows all but disappearing into his hair.
“Damn,” he mutters, peering over at the shivering Jin Guangyao. “What did you do to him?”
“What he taught me,” Jiang Cheng answers. “Though maybe I added my own little twist. Hand me the blankets.”
A moment later, Nie Mingjue comes over with the blankets. Jiang Cheng takes them from him, pulls Jin Guangyao gently up against his chest, and wraps him carefully in the blankets. Jin Guangyao turns his face and begins to kiss him desperately, shuddering against him.
Surprised, Jiang Cheng begins to kiss back after a moment. He suddenly recalls how he had felt after he’d been fucked the last time, the vulnerability and the strange onset of irrational tears. He recalls how they’d all held him.
He scoops Jin Guangyao up and sits down on the divan, holding him in his lap and rubbing his hip. Lan Xichen holds his small feet in his large hands, stooping down to kiss the pale arches, while Nie Mingjue comes over and sits next to them.
“Tell him he did good,” he says.
“You did so good,” Jiang Cheng says immediately.
“What a good boy,” Lan Xichen murmurs.
“You took it so well,” Nie Mingjue adds.
“Did you have fun?” Lan Xichen asks.
Jin Guangyao nods his head.
They continue to murmur to him, until eventually, he stops shaking. Eyes closed, he turns his head, and begins mouthing at the side of Jiang Cheng’s neck, whining a little.
“Please,” he whispers. “I want…”
“He usually likes to be made love to afterwards,” Nie Mingjue explains. “Here, I’ll take him. You shouldn’t stay inactive for too long.”
He passes Jin Guangyao into Nie Mingjue’s arms, then suddenly recalls how he’d immediately climbed off and left Nie Mingjue on the bed after their session. He leans over, pulling Nie Mingjue into a deep, searching kiss. Nie Mingjue stiffens at first, surprised, then sinks into it, kissing back with warm lips.
It’s their first proper kiss, Jiang Cheng realizes then. They’ve only had pecks before this. It’s a good kiss, the kind he can lose himself in, comfortable and slow and warm. After a few moments, Nie Mingjue sighs against him, and Jiang Cheng draws back, kissing his jaw, before standing.
“Take care of him.”
Nie Mingjue lays Jin Guangyao out on the divan with his head in Lan Xichen’s lap, then climbs on top of him, loosening his own robes. A few seconds later, there’s a slick, wet sound, and Jin Guangyao begins to moan.
“Da-ge,” he whimpers.
Jiang Cheng plants one leg on the table, and adjusts the plug inside of him, feeling a little awkward about the crass gesture. The plug had tilted a little oddly while he had been sitting on it, however, and it’s not a particularly comfortable feeling. That done, he goes back towards the bed.
Wei Wuxian stands to meet him. Jiang Cheng can’t help but pull him into a kiss. Wei Wuxian sighs against him, smiling, and pulling him close. They stand there for a long while, making out slowly. It’s as warm, comfortable, and comforting as their first time. After a few moments, he pulls back, smiling as Wei Wuxian kisses his forehead.
When they draw apart, however, he sees Lan Wangji watching. Somehow, he doesn’t look very happy. Acting on impulse, Jiang Cheng leans over, and kisses him chastely on the lips.
Lan Wangji jerks violently away from him.
“No,” he says forcefully. “No!”
He seems like he’s actually upset now.
“I should have asked first,” Jiang Cheng says immediately. “I apologize.”
Wei Wuxian steps in, waving his hands.
“It’s okay, it’s okay!” he placates. “Sorry, no offense meant, Jiang Cheng. He just really doesn’t like other people touching him.”
He holds out his arms.
“Lan Zhan, come here. It’s okay.”
Lan Wangji steps forward, kissing him fiercely. Wei Wuxian murmurs to him for a moment, smoothing his hands through his hair, stroking his shoulders. Then, Lan Wangji turns back, brow furrowed slightly, and kisses Jiang Cheng clumsily, as if in apology.
“It’s alright,” Jiang Cheng whispers. “You don’t have to.”
“On the bed,” Lan Wangji says firmly.
Jiang Cheng gets on the bed. After a moment, he reorientates himself so that he’s lying sideways, and Lan Wangji can fuck him from a standing position. That way, they will be in less contact.
Lan Wangji steps between his spread legs, loosening his robes until he can take his cock out. He is the only person in the room who is still fully dressed. He reaches down, pulling the plug out of Jiang Cheng, and sets it aside somewhere. Then, he puts his cock against Jiang Cheng’s entrance, and thrusts fiercely in. Jiang Cheng’s breath leaves him in a whoosh as he immediately begins a harsh pace.
Runs at one speed, he recalls Wei Wuxian saying.
“Does he always fuck like this?” he manages.
Wei Wuxian’s arms slip around his husband’s waist. He presses up against Lan Wangji’s back, kissing his shoulders and neck.
“Yes,” he sighs happily. “And he goes forever and ever and ever.”
Jiang Cheng lets his head fall back, panting. Lan Wangji’s cock has a slight upward curve to it, and it’s driving him crazy. The head is battering his sweet spot, grinding over it again and again, so hard, and so goddamn fast.
“I’m gonna cum,” he mumbles.
He clenches his eyes shut, and begins to come all over his own stomach, untouched. Lan Wangji fucks him right through it, and doesn’t stop. Jiang Cheng can’t help the sob, feeling a little sensitive after his orgasm.
Slim fingers swipe over the cum on his stomach.
“Lemme show you a trick that will save your asshole from certain destruction,” Wei Wuxian says casually. “But first, open up.”
“You’re not feeding me my own cum,” Jiang Cheng tells him crossly, but opens his mouth anyway when Wei Wuxian presses his fingers to his lips.
“You’re not feeding me my own cum,” Wei Wuxian mocks. “Yeah, yeah, don’t waste it. Lick it all up.”
He slowly cleans up the rest of the cum, swipe by swipe, pressing his fingers into Jiang Cheng’s mouth until his stomach is mostly clean. Then, he wipes up the last few streaks, and reaches down between Lan Wangji’s legs.
There’s a soft, slick noise, and then Lan Wangji moans, hips stuttering. A moment later, he resumes his pace, even rougher, even harder than before. Jiang Cheng cries out, grabbing the sheets above his head to try and stop himself from being fucked upwards. The bed is creaking now from the force of Lan Wangji’s frantic fucking. Jiang Cheng’s whole body is being ruthlessly bounced against the sheets, and he finds himself scrabbling for any kind of hold. Gods, he’s being fucked like a doll.
“I thought,” he grits out, “you said— this would— help—“
“I am helping,” Wei Wuxian complains. “Or would you rather be fucked at his previous pace for the next two hours? He’ll be done in five minutes like this. Just give me a second to stretch him out.”
He reaches around Lan Wangji, wiping his palm against Jiang Cheng’s stomach, getting every last drop that was left, and then withdraws his hand. Jiang Cheng can see his elbow moving like he’s jerking himself, and a moment later, he grabs hold of Lan Wangji’s shoulder with his clean hand, and positions himself.
“Uhhn!”
Lan Wangji rocks forward into Jiang Cheng with a punched-out moan.
“There we go,” Wei Wuxian whispers. “Gods, you’re always so tight around me.”
Lan Wangji’s pace is stuttering now, until he eventually draws to a complete stop, palms flat on the bed and panting. He bites down on his lip, muffling a moan, as Wei Wuxian begins to thrust. After a moment, Wei Wuxian pushes him down slightly.
“Bend over, Lan Zhan,” he whispers. “I can’t get in all the way from this angle.”
Lan Wangji bends down further, eyes slightly hazy now. He lets out a choked off moan as Wei Wuxian begins thrusting harder. Each thrust drives a stifled gasp from him. He’s biting down hard on his lip to muffle them, so hard that it looks like his lip is actually bleeding a little. His face is contorting as he is fucked, his expression dazed, before finally, he whines, averting his eyes from Jiang Cheng. He tilts his chin down, as if trying to hide, and Jiang Cheng abruptly feels like he’s seeing a deeply private part of Lan Wangji, one that he’s not necessarily willing to share with Jiang Cheng.
He gets up onto his elbows.
“Come here,” he whispers, not thinking too much about it.
He guides Lan Wangji down so that his forehead is pressed against his shoulder, face hidden, but not touching him anywhere else. Pliant from being fucked, Lan Wangji does not resist. He rubs his forehead a little into Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, whining quietly. Wei Wuxian soothes his hand over the curve of Lan Wangji’s ass.
“You’re fine, baby,” he murmurs. “Do you want to stop?”
“No,” Lan Wangji says immediately.
“Alright.”
He continues to thrust. After a few moments, Lan Wangji’s body loosens, and he sinks a little into Jiang Cheng’s shoulder. He’s breathing; short, damp breaths into Jiang Cheng’s skin. The harsh breathing quickly breaks into hitching moans.
“Harder, Wei Ying,” he whispers into Jiang Cheng’s shoulder. “Harder.”
Taking ahold of his hips, Wei Wuxian begins to fuck him harder. Lan Wangji immediately begins to gasp and whimper. He’s rolling his hips into the thrusts now, and Jiang Cheng lets his head fall back, panting on his elbows as each thrust nudges Lan Wangji’s cock into him.
He opens his eyes. Over on the divan, he can see Nie Mingjue still rocking gently back and forth, a pair of pale legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and a pair of pale arms wrapped around his neck. He can hear Jin Guangyao’s voice, his quiet moans of da-ge, da-ge faintly audible. From the motion of his arm, Lan Xichen seems to be combing his hand through Jin Guangyao’s hair, looking down at them both with gentle eyes.
Wei Wuxian turns his chin back towards him and Lan Wangji, kissing him over Lan Wangji’s shoulder.
“The flow of Yang energy in your body is dropping again,” he notes. “You need more cum.”
And then suddenly, Zidian crackles, and both he and Lan Wangji are screaming. Before he can collect himself, it comes again, and again, and again. On the third one, Lan Wangji’s teeth sink into his shoulder, and Jiang Cheng sobs.
“Fuck me. Please, gods. Fuck me,” Jiang Cheng whispers.
Wei Wuxian laughs.
“Your wish is my command,” he says cheerfully.
He begins fucking Lan Wangji even more roughly, fucking him into Jiang Cheng. As Jiang Cheng moans, tipping his head back, he recalls that he’d given Wei Wuxian permission to control Zidian a long time ago. All these years, however, he’s never had cause to hand Zidian over to Wei Wuxian, and Wei Wuxian has never had cause to command it. The fact that Wei Wuxian could control Zidian had slowly slipped to the back of his mind over the long years.
“I never knew you were so creative in bed, shidi,” Wei Wuxian pipes up, breathlessly. “I have to admit I’m drawing more and more inspiration from you.”
Another crackle, and a zap!
Jiang Cheng screams again, Lan Wangji biting more firmly into his shoulder. It feels— intense. A heady mix of pain, but also pleasure. Jiang Cheng quickly decides to take control, reaching around Lan Wangji to touch Wei Wuxian’s hip, and letting electricity surge through his entire body, from where he’s holding Lan Wangji in him, to where he’s touching Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji jerks hard against him, and then his hips begin to rabbit. From the way he’s moaning, and the wetness spreading inside of Jiang Cheng, he’s probably coming.
Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian is cursing hard against his back, rutting and moaning. The moment Lan Wangji is done, slumping against Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, Wei Wuxian yanks him away.
“Sorry, Lanzhan,” he grits out. “I need to— ah!”
Shoving hard into Jiang Cheng, he immediately begins to come. He’s bent down low over Jiang Cheng’s body, kissing Jiang Cheng furiously. Jiang Cheng can’t get a hand between their hips.
The moment he pulls out, Jiang Cheng grabs his own cock and begins to stroke it furiously.
Gods. He needs. He needs.
Someone growls, and then he’s being snatched up. A moment later, someone is unceremoniously sheathing themselves deep inside of Jiang Cheng, bottoming out in a single, hard thrust. Blindly, Jiang Cheng tries to push up, tries to turn them over to sit on his partner’s hips, but whoever it is pins him down by the chest.
“No,” comes an unfamiliar snarl, but in a familiar voice.
It’s Lan Xichen.
In their tussle, a blanket has fallen over Jiang Cheng’s head. He throws it off, blinking furiously up at his new bedmate. Lan Xichen bends down low over him, expression pleasant, but eyes intense.
“I’m going to hold you down,” he says, “and I’m going to fuck you. You can struggle and scream, but if you really want to stop…”
He pauses for a moment, seemingly thinking about it, then chuckles, somewhat mischievously.
“Then call Gege,” he teases, “and I’ll stop.”
“Fuck you, Lan Xichen,” Jiang Cheng spits.
Lan Xichen laughs.
“I’m going to steal Da-ge’s line,” he says good-naturedly. “You’re deeply mistaken, Wanyin. I’m the one who’s fucking you.”
His eyes drop meaningfully down to where he’s sheathed inside Jiang Cheng. With a snarl, Jiang Cheng surges up against his grip.
They wrestle for a long moment, biting and scratching and growling, but Lan Xichen is strong, stronger than Jiang Cheng had expected. It feels like with every one of his pushes, Lan Xichen manages to turn that to his advantage, manhandling him until he has Jiang Cheng pretty much upside down, hips up, and his knees pressed into the bed on either side of his head.
Jiang Cheng struggles for a few moments, before finally giving up on his dignity. Lan Xichen has managed to gather a wrist to each ankle, and is holding his ankles and wrists down to the bed. He’s not going anywhere, and struggling just has the effect of— wiggling his upturned ass up at Lan Xichen.
“I hate you,” he seethes.
Lan Xichen laughs, and lays his elbow flat across Jiang Cheng’s wrists, reaching down with his freed hand to position himself against Jiang Cheng’s entrance again. He had slipped out somewhere during their tussle. His first, forceful thrust forces a strained gasp out of Jiang Cheng’s throat, the whole bed rocking with it.
“Is this the kind of behavior the honorable Zewu-Jun exhibits behind closed doors?” he gasps.
The second thrust is so hard that the bed groans.
“Who knew the honorable Zewu-Jun would be this… brutish?” Jiang Cheng grits out, glaring.
“Who knew the fearsome Sandu-Shengshou would be so talkative in bed?” Lan Xichen poses mildly in return. “Do you think we’ll be able to fuck that attitude out of you today?”
“Fuck you, Lan Xichen,” Jiang Cheng snarls. “Fuck you and your— oh!”
He closes his eyes tight, biting down on his moans, as Lan Xichen begins to fuck him. The angle is good. The angle is very good. Lan Xichen’s cock is long, and thick, and curved ever so slightly upwards, rubbing relentlessly over all the best spots. Jiang Cheng is helpless to resist, unable to even rock his hips back against Lan Xichen as he’s fucked. For some strange reason, that only makes his belly tighten.
“I’m coming,” he says.
Lan Xichen releases one hand momentarily, pressing his palm flat on Jiang Cheng’s lower abdomen. A moment later, Jiang Cheng feels himself cresting, the tidal wave rising faster, harder, higher than he’s ever felt. He’s screaming before he can tamp down on his reaction, grabbing onto the sheets with both hands as Lan Xichen rips the orgasm from his body. Just as he begins to slacken, coming down from that high, to his shock, he finds himself cresting again. He begins to struggle, but Lan Xichen just presses his ankles and wrists down more tightly.
His mind goes white as the pleasure heightens further. His knees are twitching by his ears, his whole body spasming as he screams, and comes, and screams. He can’t speak, can’t even think. He can’t come down. He can’t stop coming, can’t stop this too intense, all consuming pleasure.
“Lan Xichen!” he finally manages to scream. “Lan Xichen, please!”
He collapses against the bed, still twitching, as Lan Xichen pulls back. His hole squeezes weakly around the cock inside it, his balls clenching with the last of his orgasm.
“Unngh,” he groans dazedly. “Lan Xichen… you…”
“I learnt it from you!” Lan Xichen chirps. “It looked like a cool trick. I was eager to try it. Did you like it?”
“Unngh.”
Jiang Cheng licks his lips, before realizing that in his current position, the majority of his orgasm had ended up on his own face. He’d closed his eyes somewhere in the middle of that orgasm, so none of it had gotten in his eyes. Unfortunately, it also means that he cannot open his eyes right now. He pulls slightly at the hands caging his ankles and wrists, wanting to wipe his face clean, but Lan Xichen does not let go. After a moment, he stops struggling, sighing.
Lan Xichen chuckles.
“You look good like this,” he says. “Just leave it. It’s fine.”
“Fuck you, Lan Xichen,” Jiang Cheng bites out. “You’re a pervert.”
Lan Xichen just laughs, and after a moment, continues to fuck into Jiang Cheng’s ass. Jiang Cheng grits his teeth as the bed begins to groan again. Is this a Lan thing? Why do they both have to fuck so goddamn hard? His buttocks are beginning to sting from the hard slapping of Lan Xichen’s hips against his ass. His rim feels swollen and abused, rubbed raw by the hard fucking he’s getting.
What he realizes, however, is that aside from that initial bout, Lan Xichen is not particularly cruel, like Jin Guangyao, nor does he keep Jiang Cheng on his toes, tossing him from one position to the next, like Nie Mingjue. He’s just patient, and relentless. He just keeps on going, and going, and going, that brutal pace never slowing, never faltering for even a moment. He fucks Jiang Cheng through his next few orgasms, without even breaking into a pant. When he eventually does come, after what feels like forever, he doesn’t go down, nor does he stop. Jiang Cheng had only been able to tell that he had came from the wetness inside of him, and from the momentary hitch of his breath.
He fucks Jiang Cheng again and again and again, until Jiang Cheng is coming dry, until his orgasms don’t even feel like orgasms anymore, until it just feels like one long, never-ending orgasm, until his ass is just pulsing weak and slow on Lan Xichen’s cock. Unable to open his eyes, the sensations push him into a strange kind of haze. Lan Xichen fucks him until his asshole feels like one big giant bruise, like a bundle of raw, exposed nerves. He fucks Jiang Cheng until he begins to cry, fucks him some more until he’s babbling, and then fucks him even more until he’s begging weakly.
“No more,” he whispers. “Please, Lan Xichen. Please.”
Finally, Lan Xichen’s hips stop.
“No more?” he asks.
“No more,” Jiang Cheng confirms.
“What do you need to say?” Lan Xichen prods.
Jiang Cheng sobs.
“You bastard,” he grits out. “Gege. Gege.”
Finally, Lan Xichen pulls out. A moment later, Jiang Cheng feels a cloth being wiped over his face. He opens his eyes. Lan Xichen is leaning over him with a gentle smile.
Fuck him .
And fuck his gentle smile too.
His cock hadn’t been gentle at all.
“You’re an asshole,” Jiang Cheng spits, and tries to uncurl from his position.
“No,” Lan Xichen chides, grabbing his ankles in one hand and pushing them back into the bed. “Let’s get the plug in. We don’t want any spillage, do we? Good boy. Hold your ankles and wait for me to come back.”
Jiang Cheng absently grabs onto his ankles, still seething quietly, before he comes to a strange realization. Come to think of it, Lan Xichen had come in him so many times, but none of it has trickled out. When they had fucked him the first number of times, he remembers how the cum had begun to trail down his taint and balls, making a mess of the sheets. He feels wet on the inside, but none of it has spilled. How is that possible!? Is it the position?!?
Before he can think too much about it, Wei Wuxian appears between his legs, grinning.
“Look at you, baby brother,” he teases, “being all flexible and obedient.”
Jiang Cheng finally registers the humiliating position he’s in, and scowls, about to sit up— damn Lan Xichen and his thrice-damned good boy — when Lan Xichen reappears with the plug, and pops it into Jiang Cheng.
“Perfect. Now—“
Jiang Cheng yelps.
“Hey!” he cries indignantly. “You could, you know, ask instead of just manhandling me everywhere!”
Lan Xichen unremorsefully manhandles Jiang Cheng to the floor, until he’s kneeling by the side of the bed. Lan Xichen’s cock stands proud in front of his face, long and hard and covered in come.
“Don’t waste it,” Lan Xichen murmurs. “Suck it clean.”
Jiang Cheng hesitates.
That thing had just been in his...
“Is that a No, gege?”
Jiang Cheng hesitates for a moment longer.
As per Wei Wuxian’s instructions, he’d been practicing inedia for the last few days. When Lan Xichen had licked him out, he had also not complained about the taste.
“No,” he finally decides, and takes the cock into his mouth.
He can immediately taste the cum, of course, salty and musky on his tongue, and a bit of the oil. He can’t taste anything else. He hums, and presses down as far as he can go.
“All the way to the bottom, sweetheart,” Lan Xichen murmurs. “Don’t waste any of it.”
He goes down as low as he can. Lan Xichen is much longer than Jin Guangyao. He hadn’t been able to take all of Jin Guangyao before his cock had been poking into the very back of his mouth. With Lan Xichen, he’s less than halfway down. He turns his head a little, wondering if maybe he could make it fit diagonally? He quickly stops that when Lan Xichen hisses, the sensitive skin catching on Jiang Cheng’s teeth. Jiang Cheng pulls off, confused, and annoyed.
“Your cock is too fucking long,” he scolds. “How the fuck am I supposed to go all the way into the bottom? It just won’t fucking fit!”
Lan Xichen laughs, surprised.
“Take it inside your throat,” he instructs.
“That sounds uncomfortable,” Jiang Cheng says, but tries anyway.
The tapered head of Lan Xichen’s cock lodges into the back of his throat. He pauses there for a moment, wondering if he should just— stab it right in?
“Swallow,” Lan Xichen advises, “then press downwards. I find that helps.”
Jiang Cheng breathes in through his nose, then swallows, and presses down, hard. Lan Xichen's cock slides into his throat, a strange sensation, but not unbearable.
“Fuck,” Lan Xichen grits out, grabbing his hair. “You don’t have a gag reflex, do you?”
“Can he take you all the way?” Nie Mingjue asks, voice rumbling warmly from the divan.
“I don’t know,” Lan Xichen says, and strokes Jiang Cheng’s hair back, out of his face. “Can you, sweetheart?”
Don’t call me sweetheart, Jiang Cheng wants to say, but he doubts he’ll be audible with this fucking thing in his throat. Rolling his eyes, he begins to push his head further down, easing up, and then down, up, and down, until he’s taken most of it. There’s an inch or two at the bottom he can’t really reach. When he tries, it lodges into an extremely uncomfortable spot in his throat. He gives up after a few moments, and stops there, confused. What does he do next?
“Up and down, sweetheart,” Lan Xichen says after a few moments. “Like you were with A-Yao.”
Jiang Cheng puts his palms flat on Lan Xichen’s thighs, widening his stance a little, and begins to raise his head up and down the length of that pale cock.
“Harder,” Lan Xichen pants. “Fuck your face on me— Yes , just like that. Yes. Gods.”
“He’s just this wanton little sex thing, isn’t he?” Nie Mingjue gasps from behind. “Fuck, he’s a fucking natural. Never seen a virgin take cock like he does. Look at him.”
“Took me an hour before I could take the head of Da-ge’s cock inside my ass, our very first time,” Lan Xichen murmurs. “And I chickened out right there, after taking the tip. It took us a few tries until he could start fucking me.”
Jiang Cheng sucks absently, and then pulls off for a moment.
“Did it hurt?” he asks curiously.
“No,” Lan Xichen admits. “The cultivation helps with that. But— it felt so big. It felt like it wouldn’t fit, like it would tear me right open. I was scared.”
“I can’t suck Xichen properly,” Nie Mingjue says from the divan. “He’s too long.”
“I can’t take all of him either, but Da-ge just has an overactive gag reflex,” Jin Guangyao adds. “He gags on me too.”
“You,” Nie Mingjue growls. “Shut up.”
There’s a moan.
“Ahh, da-ge… da-ge...”
From the wet, squelching sounds coming from behind him, Jin Guangyao is probably getting fucked again.
“Blow me,” Lan Xichen says.
Remembering that he had been in the middle of getting Lan Xichen off, he quickly takes the cock back into his mouth, and moves his head up and down, a little faster than before.
“You should—“ Jin Guangyao whimpers quietly. “You should rub his spot, mmn, if you want to make him come faster.”
Spot?
Lan Xichen moans, and immediately goes down on his elbows, bringing his legs up and open. Jiang Cheng makes an intelligent guess, and feels for his hole. It’s already wet, already open. He presses his fingers in, and curves them up, letting a little bit of electricity zap through his fingers, testingly.
Lan Xichen’s hips twitch up.
“Ah! Ah! Jiang Wanyin! Ah!”
He immediately begins to come.
Surprised, Jiang Cheng presses his head lower anyway, and dutifully sucks and fingers Lan Xichen through his orgasm, zapping gently against his sweet spot. Lan Xichen collapses onto his back in the aftermath, moaning quietly. And wonder of all wonders, his cock finally begins to go soft.
Jiang Cheng pulls off, kisses Lan Xichen’s soft cock, and turns around. Jin Guangyao is sitting on Nie Mingjue’s lap on the divan, legs spread wide open, with Nie Mingjue’s cock in his ass. Gods, he’s so small. Nie Mingjue’s cock looks to be half the girth of his pale thighs. But somehow, even with that massive cock vanishing impossibly into that tiny body, he doesn’t seem to be in pain. He’s just sitting there, cock soft over his stomach. They don’t seem to be fucking.
“He’s keeping me warm for you, baby,” Nie Mingjue explains, with a grin. “Come here. I’ve got something for you. On your knees.”
Jiang Cheng shuffles forward obligingly, with just a roll of his eyes, until he’s kneeling between their spread legs. Nie Mingjue shifts his hips, reaching down to pull himself out, and with his other hand, thrusts four fingers into Jin Guangyao’s ass. Then, he grabs himself around the base, angling his cock towards Jiang Cheng.
“Suck me clean,” he murmurs. “Don’t waste it.”
Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes, but opens his mouth. Unfortunately, he can’t seem to get the head in his mouth. He tries for a few seconds, turning his head slightly, trying to find a good angle, jaw aching.
“Mind the teeth,” Jin Guangyao whispers.
Finally, Jiang Cheng draws back.
“This cock is not suckable,” he declares.
They laugh.
“It is,” Jin Guangyao tells him. “I promise you, it is. With some difficulty.”
“We can try again later,” Nie Mingjue says, with a chuckle. “Lick me clean, and then, can you jerk me off into your mouth?”
“Oh, so now you’re asking me, not telling me?” Jiang Cheng asks mildly. “I think this might be the first time. What if I say no?”
“Jerk me the fuck off, you ass,” Nie Mingjue snarls.
“One handjob coming right up,” Jiang Cheng says, “for those incapable of jerking their own goddamn cocks.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake ,” Nie Mingjue groans, exasperated, “I can’t reach, and I’m trying to keep him all nice and plugged up for you. Will you hurry up and bring me off— ow! Fucking zappity bastard!”
“Sorry, handjobs from this lowly one only come with zaps,” Jiang Cheng deadpans, beginning to stroke with both hands. “There is no non-zappity option available for loudmouthed idiots.”
“Will you just shut— oh, oh fuck.”
Jiang Cheng lowers his head, taking as much of the tip into his mouth as he can, allowing electricity to crackle and sizzle weakly over his stroking hands. Nie Mingjue is panting above him, opening his legs to give Jiang Cheng more access.
“Zap his balls,” Jin Guangyao murmurs quietly. “I think he’ll really like that.”
Jiang Cheng does so. Nie Mingjue’s hips rut up, hard, nearly punching Jiang Cheng in the face with his cock. Inconsiderate asshole. He zaps Nie Mingjue a little harder in warning.
“Fuck!”
“Stop shoving your cock in my face!”
“Now rub his perineum,” Jin Guangyao continues. “Use your lightning.”
“Oh gods,” Nie Mingjue mutters fervently, but he’s spreading his legs. “Oh— fuck!”
Jiang Cheng reaches under his balls, rubbing his taint, hard, and letting out a strong burst of electricity. He has to reach up with the other hand, grabbing Nie Mingjue’s cock around the base, as it begins to twitch and spurt. The first spurt ends up across Jiang Cheng’s lips, but he manages to press the head against his open mouth in time for the second spurt. He strokes the rest of Nie Mingjue’s orgasm into his mouth, and then pulls back, licking his lips.
Nie Mingjue sags against the divan.
“Fuck you,” he mumbles grouchily. “Damn zappity bastard.”
“Hurry up and tell me what you wanted me to do to him,” Jiang Cheng grumbles, nodding towards Jin Guangyao.
Nie Mingjue takes out his fingers, and holds them out to Jiang Cheng. They are covered in come.
Right. How fucking predictable.
Jiang Cheng quickly sucks them clean, and then swoops in, licking up the single trickle of cum slipping down Jin Guangyao’s ass crack. Then, he hesitates, pulling back a little.
“He’s clean,” Nie Mingjue speaks up. “He always practices inedia leading up to sex, and then he’ll wash himself out with a bamboo tube right before , not even once, but twice. After that, he’ll slick himself up really nice for you with something fragrant. He’s very, very fussy about these things.”
“I’m being considerate.”
“There’s considerate, and then there’s fussy.”
Jiang Cheng presses Jin Guangyao’s ass cheeks open, sighing, as the two begin to bicker. He’s— a mess of cum and soft pink flesh, the once-tight furl of that hole now laid open. He looks soft, so soft, and Jiang Cheng makes up his mind right then, eagerly pressing his tongue into that mess.
Jin Guangyao lets out a surprised moan.
“Yes,” he whimpers, threading his fingers into Jiang Cheng’s hair.
“Put your fingers in and rub his spot while you’re licking him out,” Nie Mingjue rumbles. “Oh, and he really likes when you spread your fingers open a little and stick your tongue in.”
“I don’t think I need to do that to stick my tongue in,” Jiang Cheng says, pulling back. “He’s not exactly tight.”
Jin Guangyao blushes.
Jiang Cheng chuckles, charmed, and sticks his fingers in anyway, feeling around the inner walls until Jin Guangyao gasps. He feels softer than before on the inside, looser. Even his little bundle feels soft, as if swollen. Jin Guangyao whimpers.
“No zapping,” he murmurs frantically. “Please. I’m so sensitive right now. I’m so sore.”
Unfortunately, Jiang Cheng can more than relate. His hole still feels like one giant bruise from Lan Xichen and his unstoppable cock . He kisses Jin Guangyao’s poor, open hole, and then pulls back.
“What if it’s just a little, like this?”
He lets the faintest bit of electricity sizzle over his fingertips. Jin Guangyao’s face contorts, and the he slumps down against Nie Mingjue’s chest, mouth falling open, legs falling open too. His flaccid cock twitches a little against his belly, but does not rise.
“Is that a yes?”
“Unnh,” Jin Guangyao moans in agreement. “I’m going to come. Keep doing that. Oh. Yes, rub it please. Oh, like that. Yes, yes, I’m— I’m coming!”
He groans, hips twitching up, as he begins to come. He remains soft throughout it all. He doesn’t even leak. Jiang Cheng winces a little in sympathy as Jin Guangyao whimpers through his orgasm, sounding equal parts pleasured and pained. He knows firsthand how it feels to come dry, to come soft.
Jin Guangyao sags, going completely slack.
Jiang Cheng quietly licks out the rest of the cum, as gently as he can, and then, he stands. Lan Xichen appears out of nowhere, eyes bright. Jiang Cheng can almost imagine pointed ears perking on his head, and a tail wagging.
He should not be finding that this endearing, but unfortunately, he’s always loved dogs, and so, he allows it when Lan Xichen pulls him into his lap. He just sits, sighing, while Lan Xichen wraps his arms around his waist, rubbing them happily over Jiang Cheng’s stomach. After a moment, they settle, cupped tenderly around the underside of Jiang Cheng’s stomach.
Jiang Cheng frowns, staring down at his stomach.
His stomach is noticeably curved again, and this time more than just a small bulge. His whole stomach is slightly distended, bulging as if he’s had too much to eat.
Or too much to drink, he realizes with some horror.
Lan Xichen pats his stomach, sighing happily, and all of Jiang Cheng’s previous goodwill evaporates.
“You sick son of a bitch!” he shouts. “Motherfucker! Why are you all like this?! Goddamn perverts!”
“Shh, relax. I’m not doing anything.”
“Not doing anything?!” Jiang Cheng demands. “Then explain what’s that against my back!”
Lan Xichen swiftly growing erection is poking into his lower back from behind. Holding onto Jiang Cheng’s hip, he shifts them up the bed until he’s reclining against the headboard, with Jiang Cheng in his lap. Then, he shifts, and his cock slides into Jiang Cheng’s ass crack. Jiang Cheng grabs his wrist as he reaches down to pull the plug out.
“No more, Lan Xichen,” he says shakily. “I mean it. You’re not putting that in me.”
“I’m not,” Lan Xichen agrees, and eases the plug gently out of him. “Cross your ankles for me and arch your back up.”
A little confused, he complies hesitantly. He realizes why a moment later, as he feels his ass cheeks squeeze around Lan Xichen’s cock. Lan Xichen moans.
“Yes, fuck. Your ass.”
He presses the plug to Jiang Cheng’s lips.
“Suck.”
Jiang Cheng opens his mouth, obediently sucking the jade clean as Lan Xichen wedges his cock more firmly into Jiang Cheng’s crack, and begins to rut up between his cheeks. His hands continue to roam over Jiang Cheng’s stomach, mapping the contours of the curve.
“You’re so sexy,” Lan Xichen murmurs into his ears. “Wanna fuck you till you’re all round.”
“Put him on his hands and knees,” Lan Wangji’s voice suddenly comes from the foot of the bed, surprising all of them.
Lan Xichen complies immediately, guiding Jiang Cheng up and onto all fours. Jiang Cheng moans, feeling his stomach slosh a little with the sudden change of position. When he looks down, he can see how his stomach is hanging down, looking even fuller now. He whimpers around the plug in his mouth, and closes his eyes tight against the sight.
Fuck. They’re all perverts. Even the honorable Hanguang-Jun. Every last one of them.
“Lan Zhan is so full of good ideas!” Wei Wuxian gasps.
“Press your cheeks together for me,” Lan Xichen murmurs, pressing his shaft into Jiang Cheng’s crack.
Jiang Cheng lowers his shoulders, turning his face, and reaches back to press his cheeks together. Lan Xichen begins to rut up between them, rubbing his shaft all over Jiang Cheng’s sore, loose hole, hands rubbing under the curve of Jiang Cheng’s belly. Cheek pressed to the bed, Jiang Cheng suckles quietly on the plug, eyes closed, feeling strangely floaty.
After awhile, a hand begins to card gently through his hair.
“Look at you being all submissive,” Wei Wuxian whispers. “Lift your chest.”
With Wei Wuxian’s help, he manages to lift his chest enough for Wei Wuxian to slide a rolled up blanket under him. He guides Jiang Cheng to lay his head on his knee. Jiang Cheng opens his eyes, looking up at his brother. Wei Wuxian appears to be sitting in his husband’s lap, both of them looking down as Wei Wuxian takes hold of the plug, and begins to fuck it gently in and out of Jiang Cheng’s mouth.
After a few slow thrusts, he pulls it out completely.
“Good boy,” he murmurs. “Kiss it?”
Jiang Cheng’s gut tightens strangely. Panting, he kisses the tip.
“Lick it.”
Jiang Cheng licks it.
“All over, get it all nice and wet.”
Whimpering, Jiang Cheng begins to lick it in long, wide strokes.
“Good boy,” Wei Wuxian praises. “Now put your lips over it, like you were just now. Good boy. Move your head, like you’re blowing it.”
Jiang Cheng begins sliding his lips back and forth over the slick jade piece, panting, and looking desperately up at Wei Wuxian through his lashes. Wei Wuxian smiles down at him, the curl of his lip a soft, smug thing.
“Just like that,” he murmurs coaxingly. “Look at you. What a good boy.”
He shoves the plug in all the way, suddenly, holding it in with a palm over the base, squeezing Jiang Cheng’s cheeks roughly.
“Do you like being treated like this?” he whispers.
Jiang Cheng whimpers, hips beginning to roll slightly, until he’s rubbing his hole against Lan Xichen’s cock, his own cock painfully untouched between his legs. He stares desperately up at his brother. Wei Wuxian grins.
“You like being passed around like a piece of meat?” he asks, not looking away. “Like to be creamed in your wet little pussy?”
With a groan, Lan Xichen begins to rut more furiously against Jiang Cheng’s hole. Jiang Cheng sucks at the plug with a pleading stare, hoping Wei Wuxian can feel the base moving against his palm. Wei Wuxian slowly removes his hand, and turns to look briefly over his shoulder.
“Lan Zhan, can you move us forward?”
After a moment, Lan Wangji begins to shuffle them forward, until Wei Wuxian can tap the head of his cock against the base of the plug.
“Come on, little brother,” he says, removing the plug. “Suck my cock.”
Two pairs of hands press over and under his shoulders, guiding him down onto Wei Wuxian’s hard cock. With his hands still holding his cheeks together, however, Jiang Cheng can’t really the cock from sliding right into his throat, can’t stop himself from sliding all the way to the bottom, can’t even lift himself off the cock to properly blow it. He hesitates for a moment, contemplating if he should disobey Lan Xichen to get his hands under him. Then, Wei Wuxian laughs.
“Alright,” he chuckles, “you can stay there then.”
Lan Wangji has begun to lift his hips, apparently grinding his cock against Wei Wuxian’s ass. Wei Wuxian puts a hand on Jiang Cheng’s head, and presses down, letting the motions grind him into Jiang Cheng’s face.
“Look at you taking it,” he comments. “Gonna swallow everything I give you? Gonna let me add more cum to your cute little belly? Is all that cum sloshing around inside you?”
Jiang Cheng shuts his eyes.
Gods, of course Wei Wuxian can’t shut up even during sex. Of course.
Behind him, Lan Xichen grabs Jiang Cheng’s stomach with a moan, grinding his cock roughly against Jiang Cheng’s hole.
“You’re so full. Xichen-ge filled you up real good, didn’t he? You should let Lan Zhan have a go after this. God, he fucks so hard and cums so deep, cums so fucking much. It feels just like getting knocked up.”
There’s a rustle of sheets. He can hear the sounds of breathing speeding up around him. Lan Wangji is grinding up harder now, Lan Xichen grabbing Jiang Cheng’s hips and stomach roughly.
“Yeah, he’s gonna fuck a baby right into you. Gonna fill you up till you’re all swollen. Gonna make you pregnant.”
Jiang Cheng lets out a muffled groan, thrusting his hips, rubbing his hole desperately against Lan Xichen's cock. Suddenly, he wants it in him, wants so badly to be fucked. He moans desperately around Wei Wuxian’s cock, tilting his ass up. When Lan Xichen just continues rutting between his cheeks, however, he moans again, and pointedly pulls his cheeks open.
Wei Wuxian laughs.
“I see,” he chuckles. “Is your pussy hungry, baby? You want him to cream your little cunt? C’mon, use your words. Do you wanna get fucked?”
Jiang Cheng moans around his cock.
“Oh, is that a yes?”
Jiang Cheng moans again, complainingly this time. Wei Wuxian pulls him up by his hair.
“Put in it,” he rasps immediately. “Please, please, I want it, want your— uurk.”
Lan Xichen fucks in right as Wei Wuxian yanks Jiang Cheng back down onto his cock. Every brutal thrust from behind is shoving Jiang Cheng’s face into Wei Wuxian’s pelvis now. Gods, he’s so sore, the rim feeling so raw under the forceful thrusts of Lan Xichen’s cock. But it’s hitting all the right spots. He instinctively tries to get his hands under him, to hold his chest up.
“No, don’t take your hands off,” Wei Wuxian gasps. “Hold yourself open for Xichen-ge.”
Whimpering, he complies, reaching back to spread his cheeks. Wei Wuxian grabs his head and presses him down hard, grinding his hips up until Jiang Cheng’s lips are pressed hard into his skin, nose smushed into Wei Wuxian’s lower abdomen, balls against Jiang Cheng’s chin.
“Gods,” Wei Wuxian says, laughing. “You really don’t have a goddamn gag reflex. Swallow.”
Jiang Cheng complies with some difficulty. The head of Wei Wuxian is holding his throat open, but he manages to swallow around it. Wei Wuxian curses, and grinds up into his mouth.
“Keep swallowing,” he orders. “Yeah. Gods. You’re milking me so good. Keep swallowing. Good boy. Fuck, I’m coming.”
He tilts his head back against Lan Wangji’s shoulder, moaning, rutting up hard into Jiang Cheng’s face. When he’s done, he yanks Jiang Cheng off by the hair, and drops him down onto the bed. Jiang Cheng doesn’t even have time to moan before he’s being yanked up again, and dropped down on a thicker, and significantly longer cock. It punches into his throat. This time, he slides most of the way to the bottom, before he begins to choke on the last inch or two.
He scrambles to get his hands under him, and begins to pull himself off the cock. The hand in his hair pushes him roughly down. He splutters as the man tries to force his head down on the last bit of in, grinding up hard into his face when he doesn’t go in. Then, he lets go.
Jiang Cheng shoots up blindly onto his elbows, coughing and spluttering and gasping desperately for air. A finger strokes gently over his cheekbone, and he opens his eyes to see Lan Wangji watching him.
“He has a gag reflex,” Lan Wangji says tonelessly.
Jiang Cheng wants to curse him out, but he doesn’t think he can speak a complete sentence while being railed from behind by a complete lunatic. He sobs at a particularly hard thrust. Lan Xichen is definitely worked up. His thrusts are a lot less regular than before.
“That was hot,” Wei Wuxian announces to the room. “Make him choke on you again, Lan Zhan.”
“Mn.”
A moment later, he’s being pushed down onto Lan Wangji’s cock. He feels a smaller hand join Lan Wangji’s on his head. A smaller, and more forceful hand. He splutters as it shoves him down, and when that doesn’t make the rest of Lan Wangji’s eternally long cock magically vanish into his throat, it grips his hair, and begins to fuck him in small motions on it, pressing down insistently. Lan Wangji pushes again into that uncomfortable spot, and Jiang Cheng begins to splutter and gag. That relentless hand just shoves him down harder.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji murmurs.
“Oh, alright.”
It lets up. Jiang Cheng pulls himself slowly up, and then turns to glare at his brother, his dumbass, inconsiderate, asshole of a brother.
“You like it,” Wei Wuxian says unrepentantly. “I can see your cock twitching from here.”
Jiang Cheng is too tired to even argue, just closing his eyes, and obediently opening his mouth as Lan Wangji rises up onto his knees, holding himself around the base. As Lan Wangji thrusts forward, right down his throat, however, he realizes the precarious position he’s allowed them to put him in. He sobs as Lan Wangji immediately begins fucking Jiang Cheng’s mouth, his brother fucking Jiang Cheng’s ass at the opposite end with equal ferocity.
Gods, it’s a Lan thing. It’s definitely a Lan thing. With one of them at each end, he’s being fucked so hard he can barely think. They don’t even have the courtesy to time their thrusts with one another, bouncing him carelessly between them like a rag doll. He’s being jostled forward and back so rapidly that he can’t even take a hand out from under him to jerk himself off.
For some reason, he feels his belly tighten at that. He whimpers as he begins, inexplicably, to come. Neither of the two falter at all. Jiang Cheng doubts they’ve even noticed him coming between them. His thighs begin to shake. He closes his eyes tight. Fuck, is he— is he coming again? He’s not even hard, not even leaking, but he can feel himself clenching down rhythmically. He moans, the sound almost questioning.
“Is he coming?” Lan Xichen asks breathlessly.
There’s a pause. When Jiang Cheng opens his eyes, he sees Wei Wuxian in his peripheral vision, bending down to peer under Jiang Cheng’s body.
“No,” Wei Wuxian says. “I don’t think so.”
“Dirty slut,” Lan Xichen snarls.
Jiang Cheng jerks a little at that, whimpering, and tips his hips up. He doesn’t think he’s heard Lan Xichen speak like that since this had begun. The insults had been all Jin Guangyao and Nie Mingjue. Somehow, the tremor in his thighs only intensifies.
“Milking me like that. You want to be knocked up, don’t you?” Lan Xichen continues. “You want a man to fuck a baby into you, fuck you pregnant.”
Oh, gods. Oh, gods.
Lan Xichen slaps him across the ass, and Jiang Cheng can’t help the little squeal of surprise.
“Ask me to knock you up.”
Jiang Cheng sobs.
“Ask.”
After a moment, Lan Wangji pulls back slightly.
“Knock me up,” Jiang Cheng manages, muffled and barely intelligible around his cock.
Lan Xichen immediately comes, rutting hard into Jiang Cheng’s ass, and swearing like a sailor. It’s all a little scandalous. Jiang Cheng didn’t even know that Lan Xichen knew how to swear before all this. And now apparently he’s been a raging pervert all along, just like every other fucking person in this room. What is the cultivation world going to go to with all these perverts at the helm?!
Jiang Cheng doesn’t have time to think further on that. The moment Lan Xichen pulls out, Lan Wangji throws Jiang Cheng onto his back, yanking his legs open, and fucks right in, fucking hard and without consideration as he comes into him. Like his brother, however, he doesn’t go down. He immediately begins fucking again afterwards, the bed creaking alarmingly with the force of his thrusts. Jiang Cheng sobs as Lan Wangji leans down, kissing him chastely on the lips.
“The bed’s too low. Move him here.”
Lan Wangji nods, and then Jiang Cheng is being picked up. He wraps his legs around Lan Wangji’s waist, yelping, as he’s carried off the bed. A moment later, he’s being laid out on the table, lying on his back with his head hanging over the edge of the table, hips positioned at the opposite edge.
Nie Mingjue’s massive cock bobs threateningly over his face.
Jiang Cheng whimpers.
“Open up, baby,” Nie Mingjue whispers, as Lan Wangji resumes his fucking.
“It’s not going to fit,” Jiang Cheng rasps.
“It will, baby,” Nie Mingjue insists. “It will. You’re all warmed up now, aren’t you? And this angle is better, trust me.”
Jiang Cheng opens his mouth.
This time, the head actually manages to fit into his mouth, albeit with some difficulty.
“There we go,” Nie Mingjue croons. “Good boy. Now, open wider. I’m coming in.”
Nie Mingjue begins to stuff his cock down Jiang Cheng’s unresisting throat while Lan Wangji continues to fuck away between his legs. After a few moments, however, Lan Wangji awkwardly takes Jiang Cheng’s flaccid cock in his hand and tries to jerk it, seemingly feeling guilty now that he’s been reminded of its existence.
Jiang Cheng gurgles around Nie Mingjue, and blindly pushes Lan Wangji’s hand away, way too overstimulated for the contact to feel good. Lan Wangji takes the hint, and continues without touching him. Meanwhile, Nie Mingjue continues to make persistent attempts to feed his cock down Jiang Cheng’s throat, rocking the massive head insistently against the back of his throat. After a moment, Jiang Cheng feels his throat begin to close up. Nie Mingjue immediately takes it out before Jiang Cheng can choke on it.
“You’re alright,” he murmurs, and then presses his cock back against Jiang Cheng’s slack lips. “Open.”
He keeps going, pressing against the back of Jiang Cheng’s throat, rocking forward, withdrawing when Jiang Cheng begins to gag, then rocking forward again, forward and back, forward and back, ever so patiently. Eventually, the head pops through the tight opening, and Jiang Cheng goes limp, eyes rolling back.
He can’t breathe.
“Yeah, that’s good. Gods, that feels real good.”
Nie Mingjue pulls his cock out, and Jiang Cheng immediately begins to splutter and cough, chest rising off the table with the force of his coughing. After the coughing dies down, he collapses limply back over the table, exhausted. Then, he feels that cock pressing back against his lips.
“You did so good, baby,” Nie Mingjue croons. “Come on. Open up. Let’s try again.”
He sobs, but opens his mouth.
Nie Mingjue continues to choke him with his cock, pressing patiently into his throat, and easing back, forward and back. It’s so big that whenever it goes into his throat, it takes up the whole passageway, and he can’t even breathe.
Eventually, Lan Wangji comes into his ass, and then steps back. A moment later, someone else steps between his legs, and thrusts in. He can’t actually see who is fucking him, but from the similar size and the brutal pace, he guesses that it’s Lan Xichen again. Nie Mingjue strokes his chin as those hard thrusts slowly force him up and onto Nie Mingjue’s cock. When Lan Xichen is done, someone else thrusts in immediately. Mind hazy from oxygen deprivation, Jiang Cheng gurgles weakly, but is otherwise helpless to stop the others from taking turns with his sore hole.
Then, Nie Mingjue presses deeper, and he can’t even gurgle anymore.
Nie Mingjue stays in his throat for a particularly long time on that try, rocking his hips deeper, deeper, deeper, until Jiang Cheng’s vision begins to get a little black around the edges. He can’t breathe around it at all, and still, Nie Mingjue is rocking in deeper, even deeper. The person between his legs finishes, and one of the Lan brothers takes over. The table skids a little with the first thrust, forcing Jiang Cheng up onto Nie Mingjue’s cock. His eyes roll back as it goes even deeper.
His hole feels almost swollen shut, yet as the same time, he can feel how loose he is. The rim of his hole no longer resists entry, barely clings to whatever cock is thrusting into it. His rim feels bruised. His insides feel bruised. Hell, even his taint feels bruised from the sheer amount of slapping it’s been getting from all those snapping hips. His spot is so battered that he feels like crying everytime it’s rubbed against.
He sniffles, and then suddenly, he’s crying around Nie Mingjue’s cock, mind blurry from the prolonged oxygen deprivation. Nie Mingjue gasps, coming down his throat as he whimpers, and then yanks his cock out. Jiang Cheng begins to suck in desperate gasps of air, cum and saliva dripping freely from his mouth. He’s sobbing now, tears and mucus running down his face, until he can barely open his eyes.
“You’re good, baby,” Nie Mingjue murmurs, sinking to his knees to give Jiang Cheng’s swollen, messy lips a chaste kiss. “You’re good, shh. It’s okay.”
Nie Mingjue helps him to raise his head. He watches groggily, still sobbing, as Lan Wangji finishes inside his ass, and pulls out, stepping away. Lan Xichen steps forward, thrusts in, and immediately starts hammering into Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng screws his face up. He’s so oversensitive that getting fucked just feels like one long, painful, never-ending orgasm.
“G— Gurhhg— G—“ he tries, sobbing so hard he can barely speak.
Lan Xichen falters, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“Ge—“ he finally manages brokenly, “—ge.”
Lan Xichen immediately stops, pulling out. Someone hands him the plug, and he eases it gently, oh-so-gently, back into Jiang Cheng. Then, he comes to stand by his head, stroking his saliva-streaked face.
“Are you okay, baby?” he whispers.
“Sore,” Jiang Cheng rasps.
Lan Xichen kisses him fiercely.
“Can I fuck your mouth?” he murmurs breathlessly. “Please.”
He’s trembling.
Jiang Cheng pulls back, and looks at him, properly.
His robes are in complete disarray, ribbon is slanted, hair coming out of its knot. He looks wrecked. He looks desperate. He’s holding his own cock flat against his stomach, but he’s leaking so much that there are trails going down his pale fingers.
Biting his lip, Jiang Cheng nods.
Lan Xichen presses another fierce kiss to his lips, murmuring fervent thanks, and then stands, fumbling to hold himself around the base. Jiang Cheng closes his eyes as the cock slides to the back, then down his throat, all the way until he feels Lan Xichen’s pelvis against his lips.
Ah. He can take it all the way now.
Though, after taking Nie Mingjue’s giant cock in his throat, Jiang Cheng thinks he can probably take anyone.
“Fuck,” Lan Xichen whimpers. “Oh, fuck.”
Groaning, Lan Xichen begins to fuck his face. He’s nowhere near as gentle as Nie Mingjue either. Realizing that Jiang Cheng isn’t gagging at all, he’s fucking hard and fast. He’s really going at it, making a complete mess of Jiang Cheng’s mouth and face. Every dozen thrusts or so, he fucks all the way in, and stops there, grinding his pelvis against Jiang Cheng’s face. His cock is not too thick for Jiang Cheng to breathe around. Despite the brutal pace, Jiang Cheng is still managing to breathe through his nose in small breaths. However, whenever Lan Xichen presses in like that, his balls press against Jiang Cheng’s nose, and makes it impossible for him to breathe.
He moans, going a little hazy again, and reaches down blindly. He whimpers, however, when he touches his cock. It hurts. He’s so oversensitive. He reaches between his legs. His balls are just as sensitive, his sore hole all plugged up.
Lan Xichen groans, and begins to fuck even harder.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” he whimpers.
He thrusts all the way in, and this time grinds for so long that Jiang Cheng runs out of breath. The corners of his vision begin going black. He opens his mouth, trying desperately to breathe around the cock in his mouth, before, with a gurgle, he begins to struggle, tapping urgently on Lan Xichen’s hip.
Lan Xichen yanks his cock out as if burnt.
Jiang Cheng pants dazedly, head still hanging limply over the edge of the table. If he wasn’t a mess after Nie Mingjue was done with him, he’s certainly a mess now. His whole face is covered in spit, tears, and mucus, to the point that he can’t even open his eyes. When he licks his swollen lips, he tastes cum on them. He probably has cum on his face too.
Someone carefully brushes back the strands that are sticking to the mess on his face, and then wipes him clean with a warm cloth. Jiang Cheng opens his eyes to see Lan Xichen standing over him, looking concerned.
“Okay?” he murmurs, bending down to kiss his lips. “I’m sorry. Did I go too hard?”
His cock is still hard, bobbing pitifully over Jiang Cheng’s face. He really doesn’t want to leave Lan Xichen hanging, but— he also needs a little more control back. Lan Xichen is using his mouth like a goddamn pussy, and even fucked hazy as he is, he knows that if he lets Lan Xichen continue like this, his throat will be ruined before Lan Xichen is done.
He sits up groggily. Lan Xichen slides an arm around his shoulders, murmuring soothingly as he helps Jiang Cheng up. Lan Wangji steps forward too, out of nowhere, holding him by the hips as he staggers off the table.
“Bed?” Lan Xichen whispers to him, and then looks up at his brother. “Wangji, can you pull back the sheets?”
“No,” Jiang Cheng says stubbornly, and sinks to his knees. “I’m not done. I’ll suck you off.”
He leans forward, eyes closed, and feels blindly for the tip of Lan Xichen’s cock with his lips. Managing to get it back into his mouth, he settles more comfortably into his calves, and begins to blow it diligently.
With that motion, however, he can’t help but notice the cum sloshing inside him, the feeling uncomfortable, as if he’s drunk too much water. He groans. In this position, gravity is working against him. His stomach feels so heavy and full. Still servicing Lan Xichen, he blindly reaches down to support his stomach with both hands.
Lan Xichen swears, grabs his head with both hands, and immediately begins to pound his mouth.
Ah. He’s coming. He comes for a really long time too.
Jiang Cheng dutifully swallows all of it before finally, finally, he feels Lan Xichen going soft in his mouth. Lan Xichen staggers back and sits heavily on the bed.
Jiang Cheng continues to kneel, naked and clutching dazedly at his distended stomach. It feels even fuller than before. Lan Xichen had come so much.
“Fuck,” Wei Wuxian curses, fumbling for his dick as he comes forward. “Fuck, that’s so hot. Fuck.”
He feeds his cock into Jiang Cheng’s pliant mouth, as someone else grabs his left hand, and guides it to their cock. Judging from the size, it’s Nie Mingjue. His right hand is grabbed too, guided to a third cock. The size— Wei Wuxian is in his mouth, so it can only be Jin Guangyao. It seems he’s finally recovered enough to get it up again. He remembers how that cock had felt in his mouth though, how it had fit so perfectly, neither too big nor too small. The first ever cock he had sucked.
He wants it in his mouth again.
He takes his mouth off Wei Wuxian and puts Jin Guangyao in his mouth. At Wei Wuxian’s complaining sound, however, he reaches over with his freed hand and begins blindly jerking Wei Wuxian off.
After a moment, Nie Mingjue laughs.
“When’s my turn?” he asks good-naturedly.
Jiang Cheng obligingly lifts off Jin Guangyao and turns his head to suck Nie Mingjue, stroking the other two. He blows it the best he can, sliding up and down, but before he can attempt to take it down his throat, there’s another chuckle.
“Hey, don’t neglect Lan Zhan now,” Wei Wuxian jokes.
He pulls off Nie Mingjue’s cock, and opens his eyes.
Nie Mingjue, Wei Wuxian, and Jin Guangyao are standing around him, cocks out and wet from his mouth. Coming from behind them, Lan Wangji joins the circle, taking his hard cock out of his robes. When Jiang Cheng turns his head, he sees Lan Xichen sitting on the bed, casually jerking himself. He’s still mostly soft, but— somehow, he seems to be rising again.
Nie Mingjue chuckles at the look on his face, and brushes his hair back off his forehead, before gripping him at the back of his head. Jiang Cheng closes his eyes, whimpering.
“Good boy,” Nie Mingjue whispers. “You’re so good.”
“The best boy,” Wei Wuxian agrees happily, as Lan Xichen chuckles, scooting forward to cradle Jiang Cheng’s stomach.
“Taking it so good,” he whispers in Jiang Cheng’s ear. “You’re so good to us. So, so good.”
Jiang Cheng moans, sitting back against Lan Xichen’s chest as he dazedly allows Nie Mingjue to guide his head to Lan Wangji’s cock. He closes his eyes, obediently taking it into his mouth.
“Yeah, good boy,” Nie Mingjue murmurs. “Look at you.”
“Gorgeous,” Jin Guangyao whispers.
“And your mouth,” Wei Wuxian adds. “Fuck, your mouth is so damn good.”
“Mm,” Lan Wangji agrees.
Jiang Cheng is beginning to pant now, whimpering quietly at the endless stream of praise. Lan Xichen caresses his bloated stomach and thighs from behind, hands just roaming leisurely while the others guide his mouth and hands. He follows blindly, sucking and jerking whatever cock they guide him to, shivering and moaning as they continue to whisper praise.
As Lan Xichen smooths his hands down Jiang Cheng’s thighs, slipping inward, Jiang Cheng finds himself parting his knees a little, allowing Lan Xichen greater access.
He whimpers, however, as Lan Xichen cups his oversensitive balls in one palm.
“Shhh,” Lan Xichen soothes. “I’ll be gentle. Promise.”
Jiang Cheng continues to pant, whining, sucking, jerking blindly, while Lan Xichen fondles him gently in his hand. It’s pleasurable, but not so much as to be overwhelming on his already raw nerves.
“That’s hot,” Nie Mingjue groans, and grabs Jiang Cheng by the back of the neck. “Come here, baby. Suck my balls.”
He doesn’t wait for a response, just guiding Jiang Cheng’s head towards him. His balls are proportionate to his shaft, large and round and heavy. Jiang Cheng manages to take one in his mouth with some difficulty, but finds that he’s unable to suck both at the same time. Nevertheless, he obediently begins to suck, swapping over to the other after a few moments. Nie Mingjue’s massive cock lies thick and heavy and long over his face. When he opens his eyes, he can see them all watching him.
“Fuck,” Wei Wuxian breathes. “Damn. Look at you. Give him here.”
They pass him around for another round, pulling his face to them, making him take their balls in his mouth. He sucks diligently, whimpering throughout it all as Lan Xichen’s hand fondles gently between his own legs. The others aren’t using his hands anymore, so he reaches down to touch himself after a moment. His cock is still too sensitive to be touched. He whines unhappily, hands fluttering uncertainly around his groin and thighs, until Lan Xichen chuckles, seeming to take pity on him, and guides his hands to his nipples. Those aren’t too sensitive.
He groans gladly and begins to rub them.
Finally, it seems that he makes a full circle, because he’s being guided to Nie Mingjue’s cock again. Nie Mingjue grips him by the hair, and begins to stuff his cock into Jiang Cheng’s mouth.
“Yeah. Good little slut. Take all of it.”
Even with his head hanging back over the table, he’d been unable to take all of it. Jiang Cheng makes a muffled noise of protest around his cock, but Nie Mingjue just continues to stuff his cock down Jiang Cheng’s throat until Jiang Cheng is gagging. Then, he yanks his cock out, and forces Jiang Cheng’s face into his balls. Jiang Cheng takes them into his mouth, moaning weakly around them as Nie Mingjue grabs the back of his head and ruts down into his face.
Slap!
His eyes fly open in shock.
Nie Mingjue grins, and slaps his forehead with his cock again.
Whining desperately, in confused arousal, Jiang Cheng begins to rut into Lan Xichen’s hand.
“He likes that,” Jin Guangyao observes. “Slap him again, Da-ge.”
Jiang Cheng whimpers, closing his eyes and sucking desperately as Nie Mingjue begins to slap his face.
“Fuck, fuck.”
He opens his eyes to see Wei Wuxian stepping in next to Nie Mingjue, cock out. He immediately begins slapping it over Jiang Cheng’s cheek.
“Look at you, baby brother,” he snarls. “Fuck. That’s hot.
Lan Xichen stands as well, and takes his cock out.
Jiang Cheng whimpers and whines, hands brushing desperately over, but not quite touching his cock, while the others crowd around him, cursing, and slapping their cocks over every available inch of his face.
He needs to come, needs it so badly. God, he’s so fucking turned on, but it hurts too much to touch himself. Desperate, he grabs his balls in one hand, rolling them, and begins to grind the base of his plug down onto his other hand, but it’s not enough. He wants to come, but the stimulation isn’t enough to come.
Nie Mingjue yanks him away, and mouth free, he immediately begins to babble, overwhelmed.
“Please, oh, please, wanna come, please— gurhhg. ”
Someone shoves their cock into Jiang Cheng’s mouth, and immediately begins to come. The others continue to slap him with their cocks as he sucks the one in his mouth clean. But it doesn’t go down in the slightest. It must be Lan Xichen.
Once he’s done coming, Lan Xichen yanks his cock out, gasping hard.
“It hurts,” Jiang Cheng immediately resumes his babbling, “please, wanna come, please, it hurts.”
Swearing, Lan Xichen hauls him up and throws him on the table, looking a little feral, and spreads Jiang Cheng’s legs. As he takes the plug out and checks Jiang Cheng for tears, Nie Mingjue appears at Jiang Cheng's head, pulling him up slightly until his head is hanging over the edge again. He chuckles and lets Jiang Cheng suck the tip when he sees Jiang Cheng looking at his cock.
“Gods, you should see the cockhungry look on your face right now.”
Wei Wuxian appears as well, chuckling as he slaps Jiang Cheng’s cheek with his cock. The others slowly begin to appear as Nie Mingjue takes his cock out of Jiang Cheng’s mouth, slapping Jiang Cheng’s other cheek. Wei Wuxian chuckles, eyes twinkling fondly as he sees Jiang Cheng trying to touch his oversensitive cock again, face screwing up, unable to bring himself to touch it properly.
“You really like getting slapped, don’t you?” he whispers, stroking Jiang Cheng’s hair out of his face. “Does it hurt when you touch your cock?”
Jiang Cheng sobs.
“Wanna come,” he says miserably.
Wei Wuxian strokes his cheek, and then looks up.
“Xichen-ge, what’s happening?” he asks.
Lan Xichen pats Jiang Cheng’s thigh, straightening.
“Checking for tears. He looks fine.” He leans over the table, cupping Jiang Cheng’s cheek to draw his attention. “What do you say if you wanna stop, baby?”
“Gege,” Jiang Cheng whispers.
Lan Xichen’s eyes crinkle.
“Good boy,” he murmurs.
The table drags loudly across the floor with the first thrust. Jiang Cheng cries out as Lan Xichen begins to fuck like he’s trying to split Jiang Cheng in half lengthwise starting from his hole. His belly sloshes uncomfortably at the rigorous motion, so he quickly supports it with both hands, face screwing up as he begins to cry.
“Ah, ah, ah!” he sobs.
There’s another round of cursing. Someone shoves their cock all the way into his throat, coming hard.
“Fuck— I can’t hold back— Let me—“
The person in his mouth isn’t completely done coming when he pulls out, because he leaves a single streak of come across Jiang Cheng’s face. It stripes across his cheek and over one eye, which had luckily been closed when the person had withdrawn. He barely has time to breathe before someone else is thrusting in and coming down his throat.
He gurgles. Definitely Nie Mingjue.
Then, as Nie Mingjue withdraws, it seems the last two can hold it off no longer. The head of one cock pops into Jiang Cheng’s mouth, quickly followed by a second forcing its way in beside the first. That, combined with the relentless fucking going on between his legs, is enough to tip Jiang Cheng over the edge.
His eyes roll back, and his whole body begins to twitch as Lan Xichen fucks him through his orgasm.
“Woah, is he okay?” he hears Wei Wuxian ask.
“He’s fine,” Lan Xichen replies. “He’s just coming.”
The two cocks in his mouth withdraw. Jiang Cheng moans, still coming weakly around Lan Xichen’s cock as they gather round, crooning and whispering and caressing his twisting body. His ass clenches one last time, and then it finally stops. He begins to sob miserably, crying as the oversensitivity returns with a vengeance.
“Gege,” he cries. “Gege, it hurts. Gege.”
“Oh, baby,” Lan Xichen murmurs. “I know. I know.”
He pulls out.
Jiang Cheng opens his eye, the one not covered in come, as Lan Xichen comes around to stand at his head.
“Almost done, okay, baby?” he coaxes. “Just give me a moment to finish myself off, then you can rest.”
He closes his eyes, and begins to jerk himself. After a few seconds, however, Jiang Cheng licks his cracked lips.
“Lan Xichen…” he whispers.
Lan Xichen looks down at him, panting, and he opens his mouth. Lan Xichen groans, but does not thrust in. He puts in just the tip, jerking the rest of it with his hand. Jiang Cheng closes his eyes, drifting as he suckles quietly at the head of Lan Xichen cock. He’s half-asleep by the time Lan Xichen comes, swallowing drowsily, and continues to suck until Lan Xichen is done. Then, he just holds it in his mouth, dozing contentedly, while Lan Xichen reaches down, carefully cleaning his face with his sleeve.
“Alright,” someone murmurs. “Bed.”
He is lifted up into someone’s strong arms.
The world falls away into a dreamless sleep.
Notes:
Pairings, in order of appearance, top/bottom format: Powerbottom JC/NMJ, JC/JGY, NMJ/JGY, WWX/LWJ/JC (WWX fucking LWJ while he's fucking JC), LXC/JC, then I'm not sure how to classify this interaction, JC performs oral sex on NMJ but is a big zappity bastard about it, so no one is actually topping, JC/JGY, LXC/JC + WWX/JC (spitroast), LXC/JC + LWJ/JC (spitroast), NMJ/JC + everyone/JC (spitroast), LXC/JC, Everyone/JC
Kinks, oh lord: Powerbottoming, choking, riding, electrostimulation, forced orgasm via cultivation, blocked orgasm via cultivation, cum-eating, manhandling/wrestling for dominance?, facials, deepthroating, size kink, felching/rimming, anal gape (JGY), CUM INFLAtION, intergluteal sex, feminization (wwx calls jc's asshole a "pussy" and a "cunt"), breeding kink via wwx's motor-mouth dirty talk, spitroasting, (a single) spank, facefucking, oral gangbang, teabagging, slapping face with cock.
Warnings: Dub-con due to unsafe BDSM practices, and zero kink negotiation. In general, the scenes get a lot more intense in this chapter, and some of it may come across as dubcon because they still don't have formal verbal and non-verbal safewords. Also, JC is pretty out of it by the end, and even though he verbally consents to continue when the others check in, he seems to be in a fair bit of discomfort.
These are the most concerning scenes in particular for those who need to be wary:
(1) JC doms JGY really fucking hard. He checks in a few times, but it's intense enough that it may come across as dub-con because it's questionable whether JGY is actually present and able to speak or use the signal he's given (close your legs if you want to stop). JGY drops afterwards, and aftercare is given. He affirms during aftercare that he had fun.
(2) LXC gives JC a somewhat embarrassing safeword (Gege) to use halfway through the chapter. However, at quite many points, JC is not able to speak because he is performing oral sex. At some of the most concerning points, he is being facefucked, and is actually unable to breathe while deepthroating. His partners pull out to let him breathe, but he eventually "safewords" non-verbally by tapping on his partner's hip when they take too long to pull out and he runs out of breath.
(3) JC seems to be in a fair bit of discomfort and cries a few times nearing the end, but verbally consents when the others check in. Still, because he's pretty out of it due to overstimulation and oxygen deprivation, and because he's stubborn, it may seem dubious if he's actually enjoying himself. Author's word: Yes. But, it might feel uncomfortable to more sensitive readers.
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Chapter 4: The Whoresbands
Notes:
I'M SORRY GUYS I had to split the chapter into two bc it was getting too fucking long. Next chapter we'll be back to the JC wrecking. For this chapter, we have fun times with the whoresbands. In which LWJ gets wrecked, and WWX has a "shixiong" kink.
Spanish translation now available here on Wattpad!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
He wakes to the chitter of morning birdsong. The window has been open a crack, letting in a whisper of a dew-scented breeze. When Jiang Cheng opens his eyes, he sees the flat expanse of a pale chest. He looks up, about to give Nie Mingjue a piece of his mind, but stops, stunned.
Golden eyes blink slowly back down at him.
The chest does not belong to Nie Mingjue this time, but Lan Wangji. Jiang Cheng can’t help but be surprised by that. There’s another warm body pressed up against his back. A familiar hand is cupped protectively under the curve of his belly. He groans, turning his head to glare at Wei Wuxian.
“Will you quit—?!” he begins.
Lan Wangji covers his mouth. Jiang Cheng goes silent in shock. The audacity! After a moment, however, Lan Wangji removes the hand, raising his finger to his lips.
“Everyone is sleeping,” he murmurs.
And indeed, when Jiang Cheng turns to check, it does appear that he and Lan Wangji are the only ones awake. He can hear Wei Wuxian’s familiar rumbling snores, and he’s pretty sure that dampness against his back is Wei Wuxian drooling on him, again. Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao seem to be tangled up together on the divan, the latter curled up tiny against Lan Xichen’s long body. Nie Mingjue is sleeping sat up against the side of the divan, one arm curled protectively around both their shoulders.
Lan Wangji shifts a little, drawing Jiang Cheng’s attention back to him. When he looks up, Lan Wangji is looking back at him. Feeling awkward, he tries to shift backwards, so that he’s not resting on Lan Wangji’s chest. He is unable to move with Wei Wuxian sleeping against his back.
“Is this okay?” Lan Wangji asks.
“I was about to ask you that,” Jiang Cheng sighs. “I’m sorry. I can’t move off you with this barnacle attached to me.”
“Not that,” Lan Wangji says.
Jiang Cheng blinks.
“I don’t know what you mean,” he finally says.
Lan Wangji’s lips press together, eyes sliding down and away.
“You were in pain,” he explains unhappily.
Oh.
He’s talking about the sex.
“I can take it,” Jiang Cheng dismisses.
“No one said you can’t take it,” Lan Wangji says, and pauses. “But did you… enjoy it?”
Jiang Cheng hesitates.
He’d been a little hazy near the end, lost in the cloud of overstimulation and oxygen deprivation, but he still remembers how he had behaved. He remembers how he moaned and begged. He remembers how he had sunk down to his knees, remembers how he had lost himself in the motions of stroking, sucking, remembers how their hands had felt like lightning on his overstimulated skin. He remembers the pain and remembers the pleasure. He remembers how desperately he had wanted it.
He has to avert his eyes then, unable to look Lan Wangji in the eye. This man has seen him flushed and begging with his knees by his ears. This man has seen him spreading his legs, has seen him face down and moaning. This man has had him on his knees, sucking his cock.
“You must know,” Lan Wangji says suddenly, “they respect you. They— like you. Brother— he may seem sociable, but actually, he never had friends growing up. Even now, the number of people he calls friends are two. But this last day, he’s really been coming out of his shell.”
He pauses.
“He’s gotten attached to you,” he says. “Chifeng-zun and Lianfang-zun too.”
Jiang Cheng can’t help but reflect on it. It’s true that he’s seldom seen Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao so playful, so at ease, so human. Like Lan Xichen, they had always seemed serious, heroes of war carved of marble and stone more than humans made of flesh and blood. But in this past day, he’s slept in Nie Mingjue’s arms. He’s cradled Jin Guangyao like a child.
“And with Wei Ying….” Lan Wangji continues. “It seems…. he has always wanted this with you.”
His expression barely changes, but Jiang Cheng can see his unease in the press of his lips, in the trembling of his downswept eyelashes.
“How he feels about me is different from how he feels about you, you know,” Jiang Cheng says candidly. “We argued a lot growing up. We’ve said a lot of things in anger that hurt each other. He is intimately familiar with my flaws, as I am with his. When he looks at you, he sees the sun and the moon and the stars. When he looks at me….”
Jiang Cheng pauses there for a moment.
“He sees his underachieving little brother,” he finally finishes, “who has a bad temper, and is petty, unreasonable, and insecure.”
Lan Wangji strokes a hand over his shoulder.
“Did you want this with him too?” he asks quietly.
Jiang Cheng flushes.
“Sometimes when we fought,” he admits, “I would imagine… doing things to him.”
Lan Wangji huffs strangely. It takes Jiang Cheng a moment to realize that it was a laugh.
“I have felt the same,” Lan Wangji confesses.
Jiang Cheng can’t help but laugh at that.
“Sometimes after a really bad prank,” he confides, and averts his eyes, clearing his throat, “I would think about… getting him over my lap… and— and hitting him.”
Lan Wangji huffs again.
“Mm,” he agrees, and Jiang Cheng raises an eyebrow, both scandalized and delighted.
“So even the honorable Hanguang-jun thinks about these kinds of things,” he gloats.
“He can be very annoying when he wishes to be,” Lan Wangji says, very reasonably.
“Maybe we can try later if we get the chance,” Jiang Cheng blurts out, much too eagerly. Remembering what Wei Wuxian had done to him though, how he’d forced Jiang Cheng’s head down, choking him, the things he’d said— he would definitely like to give his beloved shi-xiong a good, hard spanking.
But Lan Wangji shakes his head.
“He doesn’t like it,” he admits, with—
Is Jiang Cheng imagining that look of disappointment?!
“You’ve tried?!” he demands.
“Mn,” Lan Wangji confirms. “He says only fucking, no hitting.”
Jiang Cheng processes that slowly. Those two really—
After a moment, he sighs.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to fuck him really hard,” he says glumly, before startling a little. He looks carefully back up at Lan Wangji. “Though, of course… if you’re not comfortable… that’s understandable.”
Lan Wangji is quiet for a long moment.
“If he can share me with my brother, my uncle, my juniors, and my sect,” he finally says, “then why can’t I learn to share him with the one person left that he cares about?”
Something clenches in Jiang Cheng’s chest. He looks up at his brother’s husband, at his lashes swept low over his pale cheeks.
“He’s lucky to have you,” he says. “If he breaks your heart, I’ll break his legs.”
Lan Wangji blinks, and looks at him, surprised. Then, after a moment—
He smiles. The sight takes Jiang Cheng’s breath away.
“Come here,” Lan Wangji murmurs.
Jiang Cheng closes his eyes, and obediently allows Lan Wangji to tip his chin up into a kiss. His lips are soft, so soft, his hand gentle at the nape of Jiang Cheng’s neck. After a moment, Jiang Cheng lays a hand carefully over Lan Wangji’s chest.
They pull apart as Wei Wuxian moves. When Jiang Cheng looks over his shoulder, however, he appears to still be asleep, now lying sprawled on his back. He turns to look back at Lan Wangji.
“On top of me,” Lan Wangji whispers.
Surprised, Jiang Cheng complies, rolling on top of Lan Wangji, arms on either side of his head. He leans down, brushing their lips together. Lan Wangji sighs against him, sliding his arms around Jiang Cheng’s shoulders, and deepening the kiss. As Jiang Cheng settles his weight over Lan Wangji’s body, however, he comes to a sudden realization.
They are both naked.
They are touching, skin to skin, from chest to groin. Seemingly realizing the same thing, Lan Wangji’s cock begins to harden in the crease of Jiang Cheng’s hip. He opens his legs then, folding his knees up on either side of Jiang Cheng’s waist.
Jiang Cheng pulls back, surprised.
Lan Wangji looks up at him calmly— pliant, open, receptive. Holding his gaze, Jiang Cheng brings his hand slowly down between his legs. When Lan Wangji still does not push him away, he touches his fingers down behind his balls, sliding down until he encounters wetness.
Lan Wangji is already slick and open.
He slides two fingers in, curling his fingers upwards until he finds that little knot, and then rubbing gently at it. Lan Wangji’s mouth opens slightly, letting out a quiet breath.
“I’m going to shock you,” Jiang Cheng whispers.
Lan Wangji’s eyes widen, but he opens his legs wider. Jiang Cheng takes that as silent permission, letting the faintest traces of electricity crackle over his fingertips.
“Ah—“
Lan Wangji arches off the bed, eyes going wide and unseeing. Jiang Cheng presses his shoulder down with his free hand, shushing him quietly. With his other hand, he continues to gently rub Lan Wangji’s spot, allowing the flow of electricity to fluctuate in gentle pulses.
“Unh,” Lan Wangji gasps quietly, eyes desperate now. “Unh, coming.”
Jiang Cheng immediately stops. Lan Wangji slumps back down on the bed, eyes closed, gasping quietly. His cock twitches gently against his belly, in time with the clenching of his hole. It lifts a little off his stomach as Jiang Cheng rubs his spot again.
“You’re sensitive here,” Jiang Cheng realizes.
Lan Wangji opens his eyes a crack. Gaze dark and half-lidded, hair spilling over his cheek, he looks— Jiang Cheng lets a stronger current pass through his fingers, rubbing hard.
“Unh!”
“Shhh,” Jiang Cheng immediately shushes. “You’ll wake the others.”
“Coming!” he gasps. “Jiang Wanyin! Coming!”
“Shhhhh,” Jiang Cheng reiterates, allowing the electricity to die. “We just started. Can you hold off for a while longer?”
Lan Wangji moans, eyes going hazy, and yep, that’s definitely a sex face. A flush is beginning to rise under his cheeks. His knees are creeping up higher and higher.
“Inside me,” he pleads.
Fingers already inside, it takes Jiang Cheng a moment to figure what he actually means. Then, he groans, grabbing himself by the base.
“Right,” he says, and begins to stroke himself to full hardness. “I can do that.”
Lan Wangji is pale, pale all over, save for the dark pink head of his cock, and the pink furl of his hole, partially visible between his cheeks. It doesn’t take long until Jiang Cheng is hard and ready to go. Positioning himself against that pink furl, he pushes the head in. Lan Wangji immediately jerks up, with a pained gasp, and grabs Jiang Cheng’s hip. Jiang Cheng immediately pulls out.
“Oil,” he murmurs, and roots around by the pillow until he finds the jar. “Sorry, I forgot about that.”
He slicks himself up, and tries again. Lan Wangji still gasps with the entry, squirming a little as Jiang Cheng pushes slowly in. He slides his hands under his knees, and holds his legs up and open after a moment, folded against his sides. Then, he turns his face to the side, flushing shyly. Jiang Cheng leans down, kissing the inside of his knee, and pushes a little deeper.
“Ah—” Lan Wangji cries, arching, and then pushes against Jiang Cheng’s hip again. “Slow.”
Jiang Cheng immediately stops.
“Does it hurt?!” he demands. “Don’t you do this often with Wei Wuxian?!”
Lan Wangji bites his lip, blush deepening, and then raises his arm, muttering something into his bicep.
“What?” Jiang Cheng asks, leaning in closer.
Lan Wangji clenches his eyes shut.
“You’re bigger,” he grits out.
Jiang Cheng has to shut his eyes, silently mastering himself. Then, he looks back down at Lan Wangji.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says lowly.
“Ah,” Lan Wangji gasps with the first thrust, the sound hoarse and choked. “Ah!”
Then, he presses his hands over his mouth, whimpering. His voice still issues from behind them, muffled, but loud, as Jiang Cheng continues to thrust in and out.
“You’re going to wake Wei Wuxian up,” Jiang Cheng murmurs.
“Unh!” Lan Wangji cries, and shoots a reproachful look to the side. Eyes narrowing suspiciously, Jiang Cheng turns, and catches Wei Wuxian hastily pretending to be asleep.
“I saw you closing your eyes,” Jiang Cheng grits out.
Wei Wuxian opens his eyes, and pouts.
“What?” he jabs. “Can’t I enjoy the sounds of my own husband being fucked?”
He rolls up onto one elbow, and leans down to kiss Lan Wangji chastely on the lips. Lan Wangji continues to moan and pant.
“So noisy,” he murmurs. “Are you enjoying it that much?”
He drops another kiss against Lan Wangji’s gasping lips, and then looks at Jiang Cheng over his shoulder with a sly smirk.
“Fuck him harder.”
Jiang Cheng hesitates for a moment, and then quickens the pace of his hips, slamming in harder. His pelvis slaps loudly against Lan Wangji’s ass, the sound drowned out as Lan Wangji moans hitch higher, louder. Lan Wangji’s expression is completely open now, vulnerable, brows drawn together with dazed pleasure, eyes half-lidded, mouth open and moaning. There are even tears gathering in the corner of his eyes.
His hips speed up again. Lan Wangji’s face scrunches up as he cries out desperately in time with Jiang Cheng’s thrusts.
“Look at you being so loud,” Wei Wuxian whispers. “Never taken a cock this big, have you?”
Lan Wangji moans, and covers his face shyly. Wei Wuxian sits up, pulling his hands away, and pushing his wrists down above his head.
“Nuh uh,” he chides. “Do I have to tie you down?”
He transfers both wrists into one hand, and then reaches down to pull Lan Wangji’s forehead ribbon off.
“Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji cries, scandalized, trying vainly to sit up.
“Shhh,” Wei Wuxian murmurs. “Isn’t it more shameful to keep it on when you’re like this?”
He begins to tie Lan Wangji’s wrists together. Once he’s done, he gets up onto his knees, and swings one leg over Lan Wangji’s shoulders so that he’s straddling his chest. From behind, all Jiang Cheng can see is the long line of Wei Wuxian’s back, but he can guess what they are doing from Wei Wuxian’s next words.
“Open up, baby.”
There’s a slick sound, and then a soft, gagging noise when Wei Wuxian rolls his hips forward. Lan Wangji begins to moan, muffled, as Wei Wuxian starts to thrust his hips gently.
“Shh, shh,” Wei Wuxian whispers, amidst the sounds of quiet gagging. “Breathe through your nose. If you can take all of me today, maybe you can try taking Jiang Cheng later.”
Jiang Cheng moans, beginning to fuck faster at the thought. After a moment, Lan Wangji’s legs part, wrapping tightly around his waist. His hips begin to roll up into Jiang Cheng’s thrusts. There’s a loud, wet gurgle as Jiang Cheng grabs Lan Wangji’s cock and begins to stroke. A messy web of precum stretches from the dark pink head of his cock to his pale belly. As Jiang Cheng pulls it upright, precum begins to trail down the pale shaft. He’s very, very wet.
Wei Wuxian tilts his chin up, closing his eyes and groaning appreciatively.
“Make him moan again,” he says breathily. “Damn, that feels good.”
“Yeah?” Jiang Cheng pants.
He tilts his hips up, grinding his cock along Lan Wangji’s sweet spot, and then pulls the pale foreskin down, until the raw pink head of Lan Wangji’s cock is completely exposed. Then it runs his index finger along the underside of it, stopping with the soft pad pressed to the frenulum. Then, he zaps once.
Lan Wangji bucks so hard that he lifts Wei Wuxian off the bed slightly. A muffled groan issues from the other side of Wei Wuxian’s hips. Jiang Cheng grins wickedly, zapping again. Lan Wangji lets out a high-pitched noise.
Jiang Cheng chases that bobbing cockhead, tapping all over it with a single finger, sometimes gentle, sometimes with a particularly cruel burst of energy. Wei Wuxian groans, grinding forward as Lan Wangji lets out a loud, furious squeal . His hips begin to twitch and jump, as if trying to escape. Jiang Cheng continues to chase it gleefully. When the furious, desperate noises intensify, however, the both of them stop in their motions for a moment.
“Untie him,” Jiang Cheng says.
Wei Wuxian nods, and reaches down. There’s the sound of silk moving against silk. After a second or two, Lan Wangji reaches over Wei Wuxian’s hip, grasping blindly until he catches hold of his own cock. At first, Jiang Cheng assumes that he’s angrily trying to cover himself from Jiang Cheng’s assault. Then, he feels the flow of energy in the body beneath him change, and realizes that Lan Wangji is blocking his own orgasm.
He doubles over, groaning, hips starting up again, unheeding of the strangled noise from somewhere on the other side of Wei Wuxian. In front of him, Lan Wangji’s fingers tighten around the base of his cock, but his hips lift slightly into the thrusts. Jiang Cheng grabs onto Lan Wangji’s pale thighs, hooking them over his arms, and begins to hammer in. Then, there’s a loud retch, and Wei Wuxian groans, hips pressed forward and grinding a little.
“Yes,” he moans. “Good boy. Stay there. Yes.”
Lan Wangji’s hand flies off his cock, beginning to tap urgently at Wei Wuxian’s hip. Wei Wuxian draws back at once. Lan Wangji’s upper body lifts up off the bed with the force of his coughing. Wei Wuxian rises onto his knees, stroking Lan Wangji’s hair back, murmuring soothingly.
“You were so good,” he murmurs, “taking my cock in your throat. Think you can do it again, baby? Got to get you used to the feeling. Come on, open your mouth. Suck the tip.”
“Coming,” Lan Wangji manages, sounding like he’s speaking around something fairly large.
“No, you’re not,” Wei Wuxian says, tone not changing at all. “Not until you’re done sucking me. Open your mouth wider. I’m coming in.”
Lan Wangji sobs, but judging by the wet gurgle he lets out a moment later, complies. His hand comes back around his cock as Jiang Cheng begins to fuck again, harder now. Lan Wangji retches again as Wei Wuxian presses roughly forward, stopping for a moment, before pulling back again. Lan Wangji manages to suck in a desperate breath, before Wei Wuxian presses forward.
He carries on like this for a while, pressing forward, pulling back, as Lan Wangji gags and groans. Then finally, he sits back down on his husband’s chest.
“I’m gonna come,” he says. “Don’t swallow.”
Then, he tosses his head back. His body twists, hips grinding and bucking, until finally, he goes still, panting desperately.
“Good boy,” he murmurs. “Pretty boy.”
He gets up onto his knees, and dismounts. Jiang Cheng sucks in a breath as he catches his first glimpse of Lan Wangji’s face. His eyes are half-lidded and dazed, face completely pink, his lips swollen and gasping. There is cum splashed over his cheeks, his lips, his pale forehead. His hole is fluttering weakly around Jiang Cheng, clearly still on the verge of orgasm.
“Show Jiang Cheng what’s in your mouth,” Wei Wuxian commands.
Lan Wangji hesitates for a moment, and then opens his mouth. His tongue is coated in pearly white liquid. Jiang Cheng groans.
“Don’t waste it,” Wei Wuxian says, and it takes Jiang Cheng a second to realize that he’s no longer talking to Lan Wangji. “Lick it up.”
Jiang Cheng immediately dives down onto his elbows, kissing Lan Wangji desperately. Lan Wangji kisses back just as fiercely, moaning, sliding his hands into Jiang Cheng’s hair. They kiss for a long while, tongues twining, sliding wetly against one another. Once Jiang Cheng is sure that he’s licked out Lan Wangji’s mouth completely, he draws back, kissing Lan Wangji’s face clean, licking eagerly at his own lips to clean the cum off.
After a moment, he pulls out, and allows himself to fall onto his side beside Lan Wangji. They lie there, curled up together and kissing, until Jiang Cheng registers how Lan Wangji is trembling against him.
Ah, yes.
He hasn’t come yet.
Judging from the wetness of the dick against his hip, the poor man must still be painfully close. He pulls back to look into dazed, golden eyes. There are tears brimming in their corners.
“Were you holding back to come inside me?” Jiang Cheng whispers.
Lan Wangji sobs, and nods his head. Kissing his forehead, Jiang Cheng squeezes one hand under his waist, and rolls him over so that he’s lying on top.
“Come on,” he murmurs, spreading his legs.
Panting against Jiang Cheng’s cheek, Lan Wangji reaches down, fumbling for his own dick. When he tries and fails to get his knees under him, however, Jiang Cheng reaches down as well, fingers sliding blindly over Lan Wangji’s. After a moment, Wei Wuxian hurriedly positions himself behind his husband, gently pulling his hips up and reaching under him.
“It’s okay, baby,” he whispers, positioning his husband’s cock for him. “It’s okay.”
A moment later, they both groan as Lan Wangji’s cock slides deep. Lan Wangji sobs against Jiang Cheng’s cheek. Then, his cock twitches weakly, and lets out a small spurt. His body twitches above Jiang Cheng, but he’s not even thrusting. He sobs again. Jiang Cheng reaches down, cupping his ass tightly, as he tries, and fails again to get his knees under him again.
“Please,” he begs messily into Jiang Cheng’s neck, and then sobs, raw and hoarse. “Please.”
Jiang Cheng takes pity on him as he begins to rut his hips weakly, seemingly too overwhelmed to even stimulate himself through his orgasm. Jiang Cheng quickly presses his fingers between Lan Wangji’s cheeks, where he’s still wet and open. He can only get the tip of his middle finger in from this angle, however, but he lets out a gentle burst of electricity nevertheless. Lan Wangji’s hips twitch hard. He arches his back into Jiang Cheng’s hand, moaning questioningly, but Jiang Cheng can’t get any deeper.
Slender fingers press in along his, curling until they apparently find the right spot. He feels Zidian sparking up without his command, electricity channeling up along those fingers.
Wei Wuxian is nowhere as gentle as he’d been.
Lan Wangji’s body starts to spasm. Inside him, Jiang Cheng can feel Lan Wangji’s cock beginning to spurt again.
“Unh—“ he sobs. “Uhhhh—“
Zidian flares up again, strong, and not stopping this time. Lan Wangji goes stiff. He begins to scream.
“Gentle!” Jiang Cheng scolds.
The charge dies into a long series of short, sharp zaps, spaced at even intervals. Lan Wangji goes slack against Jiang Cheng, body spasming weakly with each pulse.
Jiang Cheng pats his bottom with his free hand as Wei Wuxian continues to zap. He is still coming, flooding Jiang Cheng with a seemingly endless flow of come. His hole sucks weakly at Jiang Cheng’s fingertip with each spurt.
“Tell me when he’s gone dry,” Wei Wuxian says.
“He’s still coming,” Jiang Cheng tells him.
“Give him a kiss for me,” Wei Wuxian requests.
Jiang Cheng obligingly turns his head, kissing Lan Wangji’s forehead, before drawing back. Eyes closed, cheek pressed against the pillow, Lan Wangji looks completely out of it. His face is wet with tears and saliva, mouth open, expression torn somewhere between pain and pleasure. Jiang Cheng kisses his slack lips, then his dark lashes, sticking wetly to his flushed cheeks.
Wei Wuxian pouts.
“Now I’m jealous,” he whines, and lets out a long, hard zap.
Lan Wangji’s face contorts into a silent scream.
“You’re the absolute worst, you know that?!” Jiang Cheng scolds, and forcibly gentles the pulse. Sticking out his tongue, Wei Wuxian gives another hard zap for good measure, and then allows Jiang Cheng to take over.
“Brat,” Jiang Cheng growls.
“Gonna put me over your knee?” Wei Wuxian taunts. “Who knew my uptight little brother thinks about these kinds of naughty things, huh?”
Jiang Cheng can feel himself flushing.
“Shut up,” he grouches. “Don’t you know it’s rude to eavesdrop when other people are talking?”
“Put me over your knee then,” Wei Wuxian goads. “If you can.”
“Do you want a spanking that badly?” Jiang Cheng asks acidly.
“No,” Wei Wuxian says matter-of-factly. “I want you to try, so that I can put you over my knee.”
Jiang Cheng’s stomach flutters. His expression must have changed, because Wei Wuxian grins suddenly, the expression wicked.
“Oh, you like that,” he gloats, and then bends down to whisper in Jiang Cheng’s ear— “Gonna spank you until your ass is bright red. Gonna slap your loose cunt all nice and swollen for my cock.”
Jiang Cheng recoils, flushing, and Wei Wuxian laughs.
“Is he coming dry yet?” he asks.
Ah.
“He is,” Jiang Cheng confirms.
Wei Wuxian giggles, and channels a long, prolonged zap. Lan Wangji convulses against Jiang Cheng, but doesn’t even make a sound. After a moment, Wei Wuxian pulls his fingers out, and slaps his seemingly insensate husband hard across the ass.
Jiang Cheng’s finger slips out as Wei Wuxian hauls Lan Wangji suddenly over onto his back, spreads his legs, and thrusts his cock in. Lan Wangji’s face contorts, thighs twitching, as he lets out a weak moan.
“Fuck,” Wei Wuxian groans. “You’re so loose now. Jiang Cheng stretched you out real good, didn’t he?”
He thrusts a few times, before kissing his husband on the lips, and pulling out.
“Nuh uh,” he says, throwing Jiang Cheng’s legs back open, and then manhandling him onto all fours. “It’s my turn now.”
“Ungh—“
The sound punches inelegantly out of Jiang Cheng’s throat as Wei Wuxian fucks roughly in from behind. He lets out an outraged squeal as Wei Wuxian slaps his ass. In response, Wei Wuxian spanks his other cheek, and then wrenches Jiang Cheng’s head back by his hair. His other hand cups around Jiang Cheng’s belly.
Grabbing onto the bed frame with one hand for stability, Jiang Cheng supports his stomach with the other, gritting his teeth. In this position, he’s abruptly reminded of the weight of his bloated stomach, and the liquid sloshing uncomfortably inside. He’s even more swollen than before. Lan Wangji had come so much.
His attention is recaptured as Wei Wuxian slaps his ass again.
“It’s so unfair,” Wei Wuxian whines. “You’ve always refused to call me Gege, but when Zewu-Jun asked, you gave in right away!”
“Look at you!” Jiang Cheng retorts. “Are you acting like a gege? You’re like a kid!”
Wei Wuxian reaches under him, and grabs his balls viciously. He slaps them once, and then begins to knead Jiang Cheng’s thighs and ass, digging his fingernails in, scratching. He puts his hand over Jiang Cheng’s, supporting his stomach.
“Call me gege,” he says.
“Fuck you,” Jiang Cheng snarls. “Why don’t you call me gege first— hey!”
Wei Wuxian has slipped Zidian off his finger. A moment later, he pulls out, and shoves four fingers into Jiang Cheng’s ass, curling them up searchingly. Jiang Cheng’s eyes widen as those fingers find his spot.
“Wait—“
His mind goes blank as Wei Wuxian channels a surge of electricity right against his spot. It takes him a moment to register that he’s screaming, face down on the bed, arms buckled. His legs give a moment later, spasming out of his control.
It’s nothing like the glide of a cock against his walls. It’s nothing like a curling finger. Pleasure emanates through his whole body, along similar pathways, but lit up like fire through his veins. The pleasure is so intense that it’s both agony and ecstasy.
After what feels like an eternity, Wei Wuxian lets up. Jiang Cheng can feel his body continuing to twitch senselessly against the sheets.
“You’ve done that to a lot of people,” Wei Wuxian notes, “but this is the first time you’ve had it done to you, isn’t it? How does it feel?”
When Jiang Cheng doesn’t respond, Wei Wuxian thrusts his fingers roughly in and out a few times, and then shoves his hand in as far as it will go. Jiang Cheng whimpers as he feels his hole give with a wet squelch , sucking Wei Wuxian in past the knuckles until the base of his thumb.
Wei Wuxian leaves his hand in for a moment, then yanks it roughly out with another loud squelch. Jiang Cheng spasms against the sheets, reaching instinctively back to cover his gaping, oversensitive hole.
Wei Wuxian flips him over onto his back, thrusting his cock back in. He shoves his index finger in on top of his cock, and crooks it up against Jiang Cheng’s spot.
“Call me gege,” he coaxes.
Jiang Cheng whimpers, but bites down on his lip stubbornly. His whole body jackknifes off the bed as Wei Wuxian zaps him. Gods, is this what he’s so casually been doing to the others? Even with that short bout of electricity, his legs are already twitching without his command. His mind goes blank as Wei Wuxian zaps him again, and again, and again.
He comes back to his own body to Wei Wuxian slowly squeezing in a second, then a third finger alongside his cock.
“Call gege,” he says, “or I’ll make you.”
Jiang Cheng says nothing.
He lets out an outraged squeal as Wei Wuxian grabs him by the hair, and slaps him across the face. A moment later, electricity surges through his body again, even stronger than before. His eyes roll back in his head. His body is spasming and twitching again, but it feels distant, as if he’s existing somewhere outside of himself.
He can feel his balls and abdomen contracting, can blearily see the white liquid pooling on his stomach. It’s like coming, but also nothing like coming. It’s like pleasure, but also nothing like pleasure. It’s like pain, but nothing like pain.
It goes on for so long that he must have blacked out, because he comes back to himself with a shriek as he feels a sharp, localized pain at his sphincter. Then, he’s yanked up by the hair again, and slapped across the face.
“Don’t sleep,” Wei Wuxian says, and zaps his rosebud again. “That’s rude.”
Still weak, Jiang Cheng can’t even close his legs as Wei Wuxian continues to shock him all over his poor hole, stopping periodically to slap his face. He can only scream, louder and louder with each zap, with each slap. Then Wei Wuxian shoves his fingers in again, mercilessly zapping his spot. He shuts his eyes tight, caught in the throes of another not-quite-orgasm. Wei Wuxian guides him through it, rubbing his spot until he’s done.
As Jiang Cheng slumps back onto the bed, however, close-eyed and panting, Wei Wuxian tightens his grip in Jiang Cheng’s hair. Jiang Cheng yelps, and scrambles forward, sobbing, as Wei Wuxian yanks him up.
A moment later, he finds himself over Wei Wuxian’s knee.
“Wait—” he whimpers.
The first blow lands. He puts his palms down on the floor for balance with a furious shriek, kicking a little, but Wei Wuxian just forces his free elbow down over his back, and swings harder. It doesn’t hurt as much as when Nie Mingjue has done it. But somehow…
It feels even more humiliating.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Wei Wuxian says off-handedly. “Everytime you annoyed me, I would think of putting you over my knee.”
Jiang Cheng scrambles forward, but Wei Wuxian just puts one leg over his, planting his elbow into Jiang Cheng’s back. Then, letting out a little laugh, he continues alternating his blows between cheeks. Every once in a while, he presses Jiang Cheng’s cheeks apart, zapping his crack and his hole. Jiang Cheng continues to put up a token struggle, occasionally trying to crawl forward off Wei Wuxian’s lap. Once or twice, he reaches back, vainly trying to cover his sore ass and swollen hole. Needless to say, neither of these methods work.
His ass slowly begins to warm under the repeated blows, until he’s sure they must be pink, warming further until he’s sure they are red. When he begins to twitch, shying away from each blow, Wei Wuxian just doubles down. Each blow stings so badly. His whole world narrows down to the pain in his cheeks, as he wiggles and strains, trying helplessly to find a less painful angle. His wiggling only seems to expose ever more painful spots to Wei Wuxian’s palm.
Finally, the tears brimming in the corners of his eyes spill over. As he begins to sniffle, Wei Wuxian smacks him one last time, hard, and then pauses.
“Call gege,” he orders.
Jiang Cheng whimpers.
Freshly spanked, draped over Wei Wuxian’s lap like a misbehaving child, he doesn’t have much dignity left to defend.
“Gege,” he whispers.
Wei Wuxian immediately hauls Jiang Cheng up to sit in his lap, hugging him tightly. Jiang Cheng returns the embrace, feeling shaky, teary, and strangely raw.
“Love you,” Wei Wuxian murmurs against his forehead.
Jiang Cheng turns his head, nuzzling blindly into Wei Wuxian’s shoulder. They sit there for a long moment, just holding each other, until there’s a rustle of fabric behind Jiang Cheng.
He turns to see Lan Xichen attempting to pour himself a cup of tea, inner robes pulled haphazardly around his shoulders. Behind him, Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao are sitting against each other on the divan.
“You were all awake?!” Jiang Cheng demands, scandalized.
“We woke up when Wangji started screaming,” Lan Xichen says mildly.
Jiang Cheng feels strangely chastised.
Finishing his tea, Lan Xichen sets the cup down, and then seats himself on the edge of the bed, pulling him into a kiss. Jiang Cheng groans, however, as his hands go straight for Jiang Cheng’s stomach, caressing the curved underside. Jin Guangyao laughs, and stands up after a moment. He sits down on Wei Wuxian’s other side, tracing his fingers fondly along the outer curve of Jiang Cheng’s belly.
“Alright, get off,” Jiang Cheng seethes. “I’m thirsty.”
The sworn brothers chitter and fuss as he stands. He immediately stumbles, legs still shaky, and collapses back on the bed. Lan Wangji reaches out to him, still lying in a heap on the bed, but seemingly come back to himself. He is quiet and infinitely more helpful than the others, stroking Jiang Cheng’s shoulders sweetly. Jiang Cheng’s charitable feelings dissipate, however, as Lan Wangji fingers linger, drawing along the underside of his belly.
“You’re round,” Lan Wangji murmurs.
He slaps the hand away, and stands up, slaps Nie Mingjue’s hand away too as it reaches for his stomach in the guise of holding him by the waist.
“I hate to break it to everyone,” he says dryly, sitting down at the table, “but I can assure you with absolute certainty that I’m not expecting.”
He pours himself a cup of tea, drinking it slowly. Wei Wuxian sits down beside him after a moment, producing something from his sleeve, and holding it up.
“Look what we completely forgot about,” he says.
Jiang Cheng turns to look. It’s a talisman of some sort.
“Wen Qing gave it to us!” Wei Wuxian explains. “It was supposed to help with stamina and semen production. We forgot to use it!”
Nie Mingjue leans over the table.
“Do you want to use it?” he asks.
Jiang Cheng abruptly becomes aware of his own cock, soft between his legs, with no apparent intention of perking back up after the very thorough orgasm Wei Wuxian had wrenched from him. He touches his finger to the talisman on the table. It lights up for a moment.
He feels the effects almost immediately. For one thing, his cock is rising again. For another— he begins to pant, steeling himself against the nigh-intolerable urge to fuck his fingers into himself. Around him, the others begin to gather round, seemingly feeling similarly horny. They are jerking themselves off slowly, and Jiang Cheng can’t help but note how they are staring at his stomach.
He is too turned on to be annoyed anymore. Returning to the bed, he lies back, and spreads his legs.
“Get in me.”
Wei Wuxian steps forward first, immediately thrusting his hard cock into Jiang Cheng’s ass.
“You feel so good around me when you’re all swollen,” Wei Wuxian murmurs. “So fucking tight, so soft, so hot.”
“Are you gonna blabber on forever?” Jiang Cheng grits out. “Or are you actually gonna fuck me?”
Wei Wuxian pulls out, and shoves three fingers in, curling them up. Jiang Cheng’s eyes widen.
“Wait,” he whimpers weakly.
His mind goes white.
When he comes back to himself, his own scream is still ringing in his ears. His hands are fisted in the sheets by his head, body twisted up and away from Wei Wuxian’s hand. Wei Wuxian draws his fingers slowly out, and then slaps Jiang Cheng across the face.
“You always say I talk too much,” he says, “but you never know when to shut up, do you?”
Jiang Cheng doesn’t reply. After a moment, Wei Wuxian thrusts back in, pressing two fingers in on top of his cock, and curling them up into Jiang Cheng’s spot. He lets out a testing zap, laughing lightly as Jiang Cheng spasms. Then he begins to slam, hard, into Jiang Cheng’s already sore hole. The harsh thrusts only deepen the ache.
Teeth gritted, preoccupied with the little teasing tingles Wei Wuxian is sending against his spot, it takes him a moment to register the hand roaming over his swollen belly, exploring the new curves of it. Jiang Cheng groans.
“You guys are obsessed,” he mutters.
“You look very enticing like this, Jiang Wanyin,” Jin Guangyao’s amused voice comes to him.
When Jiang Cheng opens his eyes, he sees that the others have come to stand over him, watching over Wei Wuxian’s shoulders. He suddenly becomes aware of what he must look like, naked on his back, with a cock in his ass and his legs spread wide— and flushes.
“Stop looking,” he snaps. “Perverts.”
Wei Wuxian’s hips slow a little, as the bunch of them turn to look at each other, grinning. Then, Nie Mingjue leans forward, planting one large hand by Jiang Cheng’s head.
“You’re right,” he rumbles lowly, bending down. “We’re all perverts.”
He kisses Jiang Cheng, warm and slow, carrying all the unhurried ease of a man in his own home. Jiang Cheng lets his eyes fall shut, sinking into the rhythm of the kiss. He lets out a quiet breath as Nie Mingjue pulls back.
Lan Xichen immediately steps forward, eyes crinkled and warm.
“Don’t I get a turn?” he teases.
He bends down, and kisses Jiang Cheng on the lips. Jiang Cheng lets his lips part again, following the comforting rhythm of Lan Xichen’s lips against his. He kisses like a wave, slow and strangely unstoppable. After a few moments, he stops, pressing his face into the side of Jiang Cheng’s neck, and sighing contentedly.
At the foot of the bed, Jin Guangyao climbs delicately up onto the sheets, smiling.
“I want a kiss too,” he whispers.
A good head shorter than the other two, he has to shuffle forward a little to reach Jiang Cheng. Cupping Jiang Cheng’s face in both hands, he swoops down and captures Jiang Cheng’s lips with his own. He kisses faster, passionate, but playful, with teasing nips and the occasional flicker of tongue.
Jiang Cheng nips him playfully in return, tangling his fingers in the fine hairs at Jin Guangyao’s nape. They chase each other for long moments with lips, teeth, and tongue, huffing little breaths of laughter against each other. When they finally draw apart for breath, Jin Guangyao drops a little kiss on his lips, before pulling back.
“I’ll not hog you to myself,” he murmurs.
“My turn! My turn!” Wei Wuxian cries.
He leans and presses their lips squarely together, as enthusiastic in this as he is in everything else. Jiang Cheng lets his voice rumble in his chest, pushing up challengingly. Growling, Wei Wuxian presses back down, pinning him down by his wrists and kissing him more fiercely. Jiang Cheng fights back for a few moments, before sinking obligingly back down into the pillows, letting Wei Wuxian have his way.
The kiss gentles. Wei Wuxian sighs against him, hips beginning to rock gently into him, nuzzling him fondly before pulling back.
Jiang Cheng meets eyes with Lan Wangji over Wei Wuxian’s shoulder. Shyly, Lan Wangji’s lashes sweep down over his cheeks as he lifts his robes slightly. Setting one knee on the bed, he leans over, and kisses Jiang Cheng chastely.
Jiang Cheng parts his lips at once, going pliant, spreading his legs invitingly. Between them, Wei Wuxian laughs quietly.
“Oh, is this for me?” he asks teasingly. “Thank you!”
Jiang Cheng groans against Lan Wangji’s lips.
“No, it’s not for you,” he murmurs.
Lan Wangji huffs against him, in something that sounds almost like a laugh. Jiang Cheng can’t help but chuckle in return, turning his face to press their cheeks together briefly. Lan Wangji kisses his ear, and then sits back up.
“I’m jealous now,” Wei Wuxian whines, but when Jiang Cheng turns to look at him, there’s something in his eyes, soft, but bright as the stars—
Happiness, Jiang Cheng realizes.
He closes his eyes against the swell of emotion in his chest.
“Shixiong,” he whispers.
There’s an intake of breath, and then suddenly, there’s a warm body over his, kissing and mouthing over every bare inch of him, breathing shakily over his exposed skin. Jiang Cheng lets his head fall back over the pillow, panting, as Wei Wuxian mouths over his neck and clavicle.
“My heart,” he whispers, “my baobei shidi.”
Jiang Cheng gasps, turning his face blindly into the pillows.
“Shixiong.”
Wei Wuxian gasps again against his skin, and begins to kiss wetly down his chest. Jiang Cheng spreads his legs wider, moaning, and he takes one of Jiang Cheng’s nipples into his mouth, rolling it gently over his tongue, before sucking.
“Gonna make you feel so good,” Wei Wuxian whispers, beginning to rub the other nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“Shixiong,” Jiang Cheng moans. “Shixiong.”
He cries out as Wei Wuxian’s hips begin to move again, grinding into him gently, but somehow rubbing his spot with uncanny precision.
“Shixiong.”
There’s a cough, and then a quiet clearing of a throat.
“We’ll just… go over there for a bit.”
Jiang Cheng opens his eyes blearily, panting as Wei Wuxian’s hips speed up. He catches sight of Nie Mingjue and his sworn brothers moving to the divan, leaving Lan Wangji standing alone at the foot of the bed.
Jiang Cheng catches eyes with him briefly, panting, fingers clutching Wei Wuxian’s bare back.
His face is expressionless as always, but his eyes—
“Lan Wangji,” Jiang Cheng gasps, reaching out desperately as he turns to join the others.
Lan Wangji freezes in place, turning slowly back with wide eyes. There’s a fire rising slowly in Jiang Cheng’s stomach with the pleasure in his veins, as Wei Wuxian begins to fuck him harder, and it’s driving him slowly insane. He moans confusedly, and whines. He shouldn’t be this overwhelmed by just this.
He closes his eyes tight, whimpering high and desperate, because he tears his eyes open again.
“Wangji-xiong!” he cries.
Lan Wangji jerks, clearly surprised.
Suddenly, Jiang Cheng can’t help but feel ashamed. He can’t help but imagine what he must look like to the honorable Hanguang-jun. Naked on his back, with his legs folded open and another man’s husband between his thighs, shamelessly calling out someone else’s name as he’s fucked. He lowers his eyes, blushing.
Whore.
He’s surprised by how much the thought turns him on.
Wei Wuxian stops for a moment, panting, and turns his head to look over his shoulder.
“Lan Zhan,” he breathes. “Husband. Come here?”
“Wangji-xiong,” Jiang Cheng whispers.
To his surprise, Lan Wangji finally steps closer, leaning down to kiss Jiang Cheng on the lips, and then his husband. The couple linger for a long moment, trading a soft, slow kiss. Then, Lan Wangji climbs up, and pulls Jiang Cheng’s head into his lap. Wei Wuxian reaches up blindly, finding Lan Wangji’s hand, and interlocking their fingers against the sheets. Mouthing hot and wet against Jiang Cheng’s neck, he resumes his fucking.
“Oh,” Jiang Cheng gasps. “Wei Ying. Wei Wuxian.”
“Call him Shixiong,” Lan Wangji murmurs.
Jiang Cheng screws his eyes shut as Wei Wuxian begins to lave at his nipples again.
“Shixiong! Shixiong!”
“Sensitive,” Wei Wuxian murmurs against his nipple, sending a full-body shiver through him.
“Does it feel good?” Lan Wangji asks quietly.
“Feels good,” Jiang Cheng sobs. “Oh gods, it feels so good. Why does it— Why does it feel so good?”
Wei Wuxian stops for a moment, breathing hard.
“I feel it too,” he admits.
“The talisman,” Lan Wangji says. “I am also… look at the others.”
Jiang Cheng opens his eyes. With his head propped against Lan Wangji’s thigh, he can see the others on the divan. Nie Mingjue has Jin Guangyao bent over, thin robes flipped up at the waist, and his head in Lan Xichen’s lap. The armrest is blocking Jiang Cheng’s view, but from the wet, slurping noises, there’s only one thing he can be doing. He’s moaning, muffled around Lan Xichen’s cock, high and desperate. The other two look equally desperate.
A moment later, Jiang Cheng lets his head roll back against Lan Wangji’s thigh, whimpering. Gods, he needs— he needs to come. Planting his feet more securely on the bed, he begins to pump his hips upwards into the rolling of Wei Wuxian’s hips.
“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian whispers, kissing his neck.
Jiang Cheng turns his head, mouthing blindly at the fabric over Lan Wangji’s lap. Lan Wangji’s breath catches. He brushes Jiang Cheng’s hair away from his face.
“I’ll suck you,” Jiang Cheng mumbles.
“You don’t need to,” Lan Wangji says.
“I want to.”
The honorable Hanguang-jun’s breath is coming faster and faster. After a moment, he finally seems to give in, pulling his thin robes back and revealing his erect cock. Moaning, Jiang Cheng shifts towards it, pressing his lips enthusiastically along the base. Lan Wangji threads his fingers into Jiang Cheng’s hair, panting.
“Stroke it,” Wei Wuxian whispers.
Jiang Cheng draws back, bringing one hand up to stroke the cock in front of his face. When he looks up, Lan Wangji is looking back down at him. Wei Wuxian shifts up, laying his head on Lan Wangji’s other thigh, and pressing his lips to the base of his cock from the other side. His eyes, half-lidded and dark, glint at Jiang Cheng with a reddish tint.
“Jiang Cheng,” he whispers.
Jiang Cheng presses forward, licking breathlessly around Lan Wangji’s cock. A hand slides around the back of his head, angling him so they are nearly kissing, lips sliding around the base of Lan Wangji’s cock, tongues touching occasionally.
Wei Wuxian doesn’t once look away.
Lan Wangji gasps after a moment, hands fisting in the covers.
“Wei Ying,” he grits out. “You need to finish.”
Wei Wuxian’s flick up.
“You want a turn?” he murmurs.
Lan Wangji doesn’t answer, but Wei Wuxian presses up onto his elbows anyway, kissing Jiang Cheng’s neck, before beginning to thrust hard. Jiang Cheng throws his head back.
“Oh,” he breathes.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian grits out. “I need you.”
Lan Wangji draws in a breath. Guiding Jiang Cheng’s head carefully off his lap, he gets off the bed, and positions himself behind Wei Wuxian. A moment later, Wei Wuxian jerks forward, moaning. Lan Wangji’s arm winds around his stomach, the man mouthing along Wei Wuxian’s pale shoulder.
Collapsing over Jiang Cheng’s chest, Wei Wuxian hikes one leg up, breathing heavily against Jiang Cheng’s collarbone.
“Harder,” he hisses.
Jiang Cheng spreads his legs wider.
“Please,” he murmurs.
The first thrust sends them both rocking up against the headboard. Wei Wuxian whimpers, beginning to mouth desperately along Jiang Cheng’s skin. Jiang Cheng tips his chin up, kissing him fiercely as Lan Wangji begins to thrust, hard.
“Gods,” Wei Wuxian whispers. “Oh, Er-gege.”
“You’re gross,” Jiang Cheng grumbles.
Wei Wuxian laughs, a quiet, hitching noise.
“Why don’t you call me Gege again,” he whispers.
“No.”
“Call Gege.”
Jiang Cheng buries his face into the crook of Wei Wuxian’s neck.
“Shixiong,” he mumbles.
Wei Wuxian braces himself on his elbows, panting.
“That’s cheating,” he growls.
Lan Wangji plants both of his palms on either side of Jiang Cheng’s head, hips pumping harder, as Wei Wuxian raises his head. His eyes are dark and hooded, rimmed in thick black lashes. Jiang Cheng smiles as he lowers himself back down, pressing their lips together. Then, he turns his head to peer up at Lan Wangji through lowered lashes.
“Make us come, husband,” he whispers slyly.
Lan Wangji slips his hands under Jiang Cheng’s knees, holding his legs up and open. Then, he thrusts forward.
The bed creaks.
His hips send Wei Wuxian’s forward into Jiang Cheng. Breath hitching, Jiang Cheng slides his arms around Wei Wuxian, holding onto him tightly. Wei Wuxian whimpers as Lan Wangji begins to fuck.
Truthfully, the impact of Lan Wangji’s thrusts is dispersed by the time it reaches Jiang Cheng, but he draws pleasure in the feeling of another body atop him, of Wei Wuxian’s hot breath against his cheek. After a moment, Wei Wuxian turns his face, pressing a kiss to the corner of Jiang Cheng’s lips.
He lets out a purring moan as Jiang Cheng mouths over his bare shoulder.
“You’re so good to me,” he whispers, and then pushes up onto his elbows, pulling slightly out of Jiang Cheng. “Thrust back onto me.”
Jiang Cheng immediately rolls his hips down onto Wei Wuxian’s cock, before he pauses. Isn’t Wei Wuxian basically asking him to do all the work? He briefly considers being difficult. But… it feels good for him too, and with the effects of the talisman still rippling slowly through his body—
His breath is coming out of him in short pants. Each thrust sends pleasure curling through his gut. There’s an urgency mounting inside his body, slowly taking over all rational thought.
He wants to come.
As if hearing his thoughts, Lan Wangji lets go of one of Jiang Cheng’s legs and reaches under his husband’s body, taking hold of Jiang Cheng’s cock. Jiang Cheng moans.
“Yes,” he whispers.
He rolls his hips eagerly down into Wei Wuxian’s. Panting, moaning, and rutting, they continue to grind against each other this way. Lan Wangji’s hand is barely moving on Jiang Cheng’s cock, his grip loose. When Jiang Cheng looks up at him however, he looks preoccupied, eyes closed, brows knitted together, and his mouth slightly open.
Reaching down, Jiang Cheng closes his fist around Lan Wangji’s, and begins to move it up and down. He shuts his eyes tight.
“Please,” he grits out. “Fuck, please.”
With a shudder, Wei Wuxian begins to come into him. He collapses down over Jiang Cheng as he does, clutching onto Jiang Cheng, and pressing their lips together. Unfortunately, that also traps the hands on Jiang Cheng’s cock between their bellies.
“Wei Wuxian,” Jiang Cheng pants against his lips. “Gods, I need to—“
Wei Wuxian kisses him deep, and then kneels up, shifting forward to straddle Jiang Cheng’s chest as Lan Wangji takes his place. Jiang Cheng’s breath leaves him in a choked groan as Lan Wangji thrusts right in. He immediately begins to piston in and out at a frankly overwhelming pace.
Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian lifts his cum-covered cock with a grin.
“Suck me clean?” he asks sweetly. “Don’t let it go to waste.”
Overwhelmed and moaning, Jiang Cheng can only lift his head in response. Wei Wuxian feeds his cock into Jiang Cheng’s moaning mouth. Jiang Cheng obligingly sucks him clean. This time, it doesn’t take too long until Lan Wangji is coming as well, hips stuttering against Jiang Cheng’s.
“Wei Ying.”
Stroking Jiang Cheng’s hair back from his face, Wei Wuxian dismounts. Lan Wangji comes forward, holding out his cock. Jiang Cheng sits up to take it in his mouth, sucking lightly. Lan Wangji threads his fingers into Jiang Cheng’s hair, petting gently.
After a moment, Jiang Cheng pulls back with a quiet little pop, eyes flicking up to look Lan Wangji in the eye. Lan Wangji draws his thumb down the side of Jiang Cheng’s face, before he drops to his knees.
Holding Jiang Cheng by the base, he presses the tip against his lips, smearing precum over his bottom lip, before taking the tip into his mouth. He chokes as he presses down along the shaft.
“You don’t have to,” Jiang Cheng murmurs at once, grabbing on his shoulder.
Lan Wangji shrugs his hand off, and tries to go down on him again. He pops up a moment later, coughing and gasping.
“I’ll—“ he chokes, when Jiang Cheng tries to pull him to his feet, “I’ll suck you off.”
“You can suck me off later,” Jiang Cheng whispers. “Zewu-Jun and the others have been waiting for awhile.”
Over on the divan, Nie Mingjue startles. His sworn brothers are cuddled up on either side of him, Lan Xichen lazily jerking him off.
“Oh no,” Jin Guangyao says smoothly, voice almost a purr. “Please do continue. I think we’ll enjoy this as well.”
Lan Wangji breaks out into a flush, seemingly realizing that he has an audience.
“You do what you’re comfortable with, Wangji,” Lan Xichen calls from the divan.
Golden eyes flick up, looking at Jiang Cheng through dark lashes, before Lan Wangji goes down as low as he can. The back of his throat immediately tightens around the tip of Jiang Cheng’s cock. He lets out a wet, gurgling noise, shutting his eyes tight.
“Easy,” Jiang Cheng soothes.
“Breathe,” Wei Wuxian instructs.
After a moment, Lan Wangji pulls up again. Face red, he hesitates for a moment, eyes lowered.
“You do what you’re comfortable with,” Wei Wuxian echoes, coming forward to massage his husband’s shoulders.
“We can have another round later,” Jiang Cheng whispers. “You don’t have to do this now.”
Lan Wangji remains on his knees for a moment longer. Then, he nods jerkily, and rises to his feet.
“Later,” he says.
“Later,” Jiang Cheng promises.
He and Wei Wuxian retreat to the divan as the Venerated Triad step forward, disheveled from their own romp, but seemingly ready for another round. Lan Xichen immediately drops to his knees, kissing Jiang Cheng on the lips.
“Hi,” he says, with a charming giggle.
“Hi,” Jiang Cheng says, and lays back. “You wanna go first?”
But Lan Xichen shakes his head.
“I came just now,” he explains. “Da-ge hasn’t come yet. He’s trying to be patient, but he needs to go first.”
Indeed, upon closer inspection, Nie Mingjue appears to be shaking ever so slightly. His complexion doesn’t seem to blush so easily. There are only high spots of pink over the top of his cheekbones, but more telling is the blush spreading from neck to his chest. His entire chest is pink now.
He steps forward as Lan Xichen stands, backing away, planting his palms on both sides of Jiang Cheng’s head. His eyes are dark with lust.
“My turn,” he growls.
Breath catching, Jiang Cheng can only spread his legs wide.
He’s in for another wild ride.
A sly grin begins to creep over his lips.
“Then what are you waiting for?” he asks.
Notes:
Pairings, in order of appearance, top/bottom format: JC/LWJ, WWX/JC/LWJ (WWX doms LWJ while he's being fucked by JC), WWX/LWJ/JC (WWX doms LWJ while he's fucking JC), WWX/JC, LWJ/WWX/JC (LWJ fucks WWX while he's fucking JC)
Kinks: electrostimulation, size kink, voyeurism, bondage, facefucking, self blocked orgasm via cultivation, facial, cum-eating, overstimulation, feminization (wwx calls jc's asshole a "cunt"), face slapping, hair pulling, spanking, hole torture, cum inflation, gege + shixiong kink, aphrodisiac talisman
Warnings: Dub-con due to unsafe BDSM practices, and zero kink negotiation. LWJ also expresses some level of jealousy here and there. These are the most concerning scenes in particular for those who need to be wary:
(1) JC inflicts some intense electrostimulation on LWJ while he is tied up and being face-fucked by WWX. Seeming to realize that he can't say no in this position, they quickly untie him.
(2) LWJ admits to a level of jealousy with regards to WWX's sexual interest in JC. Although he and JC talk it out, he noticeably feels left out a few times in the chapter. WWX and JC try to make him feel included.
I feel like last chapter, I was apologizing for the chapter being "too much", but this chapter, I'm apologizing for the chapter being "not enough" hahaha! Apologies, I had to split the chapter because LWJ got a lot more screen time than I was expecting. Next chapter will be what was meant to be the second half of this chapter, aka, DP gangbang.
Anyways, if you have any requests for the subsequent chapters, please feel free to comment, or reply to my chapter tweet here! I also have a Curious Cat for anyone who wants to stay anon!
EDIT: There is now NSFW art by chengszidian for this fic!!
Chapter 5: Double Trouble
Notes:
Okay so this was originally supposed to be the second half of the last chapter, but there was unexpected Zhancheng that just derailed the first half of last chapter, and unexpected Zidian fisting that derailed the second half of this chapter. Warnings, pairings, and kinks at the end of the chapter.
Spanish translation now available here on Wattpad!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
When Jiang Cheng opens his arms, Nie Mingjue’s weight all but bowls Jiang Cheng over. They end up chest to chest on the bed. Nie Mingjue is massive over him, like a mountain blocking out the night. Like a mountain, he is also very heavy. Jiang Cheng slaps his flank.
“You’re squishing me,” he complains.
“I know,” Nie Mingjue says disgruntledly. “I fell.”
Jiang Cheng can’t help the surprised laughter bubbles from him at that. To think that even the mighty Chifeng-zun could trip in overexcitement. He cups Nie Mingjue’s face, consumed by a sense of fondness, kissing him.
“Come on,” he whispers.
Nie Mingjue pushes up, trembling a little as he reaches down to position himself. Jiang Cheng’s breath catches a little as he begins to push in. He’d sort of forgotten how big Nie Mingjue is. Still, with a deep breath, and a small adjustment of his hips, the cock slides right in. Kissing Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, Nie Mingjue begins to thrust.
Jiang Cheng pushes up onto his elbows.
“Come here,” he says to the other two.
He reaches out, grabbing hold of a cock in each hand as they climb up onto the bed, and beginning to stroke.
“Wow,” Lan Xichen murmurs, pushing a stray strand of hair off Jiang Cheng’s forehead.
“Look at you,” Jin Guangyao agrees.
“Shut it,” Jiang Cheng grumbles, embarrassed.
“Put it in your mouth,” Jin Guangyao says, unashamed.
Jiang Cheng scowls, but finds his eyes drawn to that cock anyway as Jin Guangyao presses his hips forward. It’s as he remembered— proportionate, the perfect length to suck on comfortably. With the hand already curled around it, he pulls down on the foreskin, revealing the entirety of the spongy head. It’s slightly wet, pink and covered in a bit of a glossy sheen. His lips part without his command, and on top of him, Nie Mingjue chuckles breathlessly.
“Stop looking at it and just suck it,” he says.
“Fuck you,” Jiang Cheng growls, before licking his lips.
He leans in, closing his eyes and sucking eagerly at the head, before pulling off with a loud pop. After a moment, he scowls as he notices the eyes looking down at him, smiling and a little indulgent. Lan Xichen leans in, kissing his temple fondly. Jin Guangyao strokes his hair back from his face.
"Come on," he whispers, breath hitching. "Wen Qing's talisman is still in effect."
He notices then that Jin Guangyao's thighs are trembling a little.
“Only because you have a nice cock,” he mumbled grudgingly, and finally leans in to take the entire thing into his mouth, continuing to stroke Lan Xichen’s cock with his other hand.
“Yes,” Jin Guangyao gasps, clenching his fist in Jiang Cheng’s hair. Jiang Cheng can’t help but moan at that, immediately falling into the familiar back and forth motion of pleasuring it with his mouth. As Nie Mingjue presses in with a gasp, however, beginning to fuck him harder, Jiang Cheng finds his attention scattering a little.
“Feels good when you moan around my cock,” Jin Guangyao mutters, panting.
“I can’t wait to feel that,” Lan Xichen groans.
Jin Guangyao's eyes flick up to Lan Xichen, before he steps backwards, pulling his cock from Jiang Cheng’s mouth. Jiang Cheng makes an absent noise of complaint. Jin Guangyao chuckles.
“Slut,” he whispers.
Jiang Cheng’s gut tightens as he bites back another moan, scowling up at Jin Guangyao for the insult. Jin Guangyao strokes his hair comfortingly in response.
“Suck Er-ge off,” he instructs.
Jiang Cheng sighs, but turns his head, taking Lan Xichen’s cock into his mouth instead. Lan Xichen cups a hand behind his head with a punched out groan, hips bucking forward. Jiang Cheng gags a little as the head of Lan Xichen’s cock presses suddenly into his throat. But Lan Xichen’s hand on the back of his head does not let up.
“Good boy,” he gasps.
Jiang Cheng lets out a quiet noise, before stiffening, trying to get his vocal chords back under control.
“Oh, he likes that,” Jin Guangyao observes.
“You’re doing so, so good,” Lan Xichen praises immediately.
“No, I think he likes when you call him boy,” Nie Mingjue says.
“Maybe he likes both,” Jin Guangyao interjects.
"Good boy," Lan Xichen says again.
Jiang Cheng swallows down another moan, and after a moment, masters himself enough to pull back. This time, Lan Xichen lets him withdraw. He averts his eyes towards the floor, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Alright," he grumbles hoarsely. "I'm not a dog."
The others laugh.
"What if we get a plug with a faux tail at the end?" Jin Guangyao teases. "Bet we could get some fake ears too."
"No," Jiang Cheng says, making a face.
"No?" Jin Guangyao asks.
"No," Jiang Cheng confirms.
"We've finally found something that he doesn't like," Jin Guangyao observes, chuckling. Jiang Cheng scowls, and leans forward, taking his c ock down to the base, and sucking hard in punishment. "Ah!"
Jiang Cheng smiles around his mouthful, and looks up to meet Jin Guangyao's eyes.
"Oh, fuck,” Nie Mingjue mutters, and thrusts hard enough to make Jiang Cheng grunt. "Fuck, when he’s looking up at you like that. Pretty slut."
Jiang Cheng's stomach tightens.
"Ah, you're clenching on me," Nie Mingjue grits out.
“I'm gonna come," Jin Guangyao gasps.
Jiang Cheng presses forward, closing his eyes as he presses his lips firmly around the base of Jin Guangyao’s cock.
“Gods, your lips look obscene,” Jin Guangyao hisses, and grabs the back of his head. With a quiet gasp, he begins to come. “Look up at me. Don’t swallow.”
Jiang Cheng stops mid-swallow, and obediently allows the rest to pool on his tongue as he opens his eyes and looks up at Jin Guangyao. He sees three pairs of eyes staring back down at him.
“He’s so pretty with a cock in his mouth,” Nie Mingjue growls, panting.
“Pleasure A-Yao through his orgasm,” Lan Xichen reminds him, voice husky.
He obediently begins to bob his head back and forward.
“Keep looking at us,” Lan Xichen says.
“He’s so quiet like this,” Nie Mingjue mutters.
I have a cock in my mouth, Jiang Cheng wants to snap, but— well…
“Oh, now there’s the scowl,” Jin Guangyao chuckles. “Don’t swallow.”
After a moment longer, Jin Guangyao pulls back.
“Show us what’s in your mouth,” he says.
Jiang Cheng hesitates for a moment. Jin Guangyao grabs him under the jaw, fingers squeezing his cheeks roughly.
“Show us,” he says, “what’s in your whore mouth.”
Jiang Cheng whimpers, and immediately opens his mouth.
“Fuck,” Nie Mingjue curses. Jiang Cheng gasps as his cock withdraws suddenly. His hole makes a wet noise at the sudden exit, fluttering weakly in protest. Before the complaining whine can leave Jiang Cheng’s throat though, Nie Mingjue is stepping forward and pushing the head of his cock into Jiang Cheng’s open mouth.
He splutters, gagging as the blunt head punches against the back of his throat.
“Bad angle, Da-ge,” Jin Guangyao says.
“Maybe if you reposition,” Lan Xichen adds.
Nie Mingjue grabs one of Jiang Cheng’s knees, and yanks his body unceremoniously off the side of the bed. Jiang Cheng makes a high, muffled noise around Nie Mingjue’s cock, but scrambles to right himself. He ends up on his knees, palms flat on Nie Mingjue’s thick, corded thighs.
Nie Mingjue smirks.
“Back where you belong,” he taunts.
Jiang Cheng’s gut clenches, eyes shutting tight. Instead of pulling off, however, he finds himself whimpering instead, pawing embarrassingly at Nie Mingjue’s thighs. After a moment, he reaches down to grasp himself.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Nie Mingjue snarls.
Jiang Cheng’s gut clenches again, and he puts his hands back on Nie Mingjue’s thighs.
“Good boy.”
His hips stutter. He opens his eyes, looking pleadingly up at Nie Mingjue.
“Look at your desperate eyes,” Nie Mingjue murmurs. “You really like that. Don’t you, boy?”
Jiang Cheng gurgles as Nie Mingjue thrusts hard against the back of his throat. To his surprise, however, he does not press himself in, does not fuck Jiang Cheng’s face like all the previous times. He draws back till the tip of his massive cockhead is resting blunt and heavy on Jiang Cheng’s tongue.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” he asks. “Suck my cock.”
Jiang Cheng pauses for a moment, then begins to pleasure the massive cock in his mouth with some difficulty. It’s so large that he can only take it slightly past the head before it’s poking into the back of his throat. He brings his hands up to stroke the rest of it, but stops at Nie Mingjue’s warning growl.
“Use your goddamn mouth,” he snarls. “And do it properly, boy. All the way down.”
Jiang Cheng’s hole clenches around nothing. He puts his hands back on Nie Mingjue’s thighs, and pushes his head down until that huge blunt head is prodding hard into the back of his throat.
He struggles there for a moment, looking up at Nie Mingjue as he tries to get that impossible girth into his throat. Before, Nie Mingjue had always just fucked his face. This is the first time he’s had to—
He bobs back and forth for awhile, trying to somehow ease that cockhead into the tight opening at the back of his throat. After a moment, however, Lan Xichen seems to take pity on him, because he slips off the bed, brushing Jiang Cheng’s hair tenderly back.
His hand fists hard at the back of Jiang Cheng’s head.
“Do you want me to help you?” he asks kindly.
Jiang Cheng swallows, but nods.
“Say please,” Lan Xichen says.
Jiang Cheng glares, but ultimately can’t say no to those oh-so-reasonable eyes. He pulls backwards off Nie Mingjue’s dick to comply. To his surprise, however, the hand on the back of his head presses him firmly back down. He chokes as the head of Nie Mingjue’s cock prods hard into the back of his throat.
“Say please,” Lan Xichen says again.
Jiang Cheng frowns, confused.
“Go on,” Lan Xichen coaxes.
After a moment, his eyes flicker to Nie Mingjue in confusion. Nie Mingjue is breathing hard, staring at Lan Xichen first with wide eyes, then at him.
“Say please,” Lan Xichen whispers. "Just like that."
Jiang Cheng blushes, scowling as he realizes what Lan Xichen wants him to do.
“It’s okay,” Nie Mingjue murmurs. “Just let him—“
Lan Xichen does not even look up, continuing to look Jiang Cheng straight in the eye.
“If you don’t want to, you can tap twice on Da-ge’s thigh,” he says, mild, but brooking no argument.
Jiang Cheng frowns, fingers curling against Nie Mingjue’s thighs—
But he does not tap out.
“Please,” he mumbles around Nie Mingjue’s cock.
Nie Mingjue lets out a punched out sound into the utter silence of the room. Lan Xichen’s hand shoots out, gripping Nie Mingjue’s hip with white knuckled firmness before he can shove himself down Jiang Cheng’s throat.
“Good boy,” Lan Xichen murmurs to Jiang Cheng, low and fierce. “So good for me.”
“Er-di,” Nie Mingjue gasps, pleading.
“Wait,” Lan Xichen says sharply, then to Jiang Cheng: “Open your eyes and look at me.”
After a moment, Jiang Cheng pries his eyes open. Lan Xichen is staring him down.
“Ask nicely,” he says.
“Please,” Jiang Cheng manages again, around his mouthful.
Lan Xichen’s hand pushes him down with shocking force. The head of Nie Mingjue’s cock punches right through the back of his throat. Jiang Cheng automatically scrabbles at Nie Mingjue’s hips, spluttering a little around the shaft stretching his lips open. Lan Xichen holds him in place, bending down, and pressing a light kiss over his forehead.
“Very, very good,” he murmurs.
Jiang Cheng stills slowly, calming a little. The spluttering dies.
“Er-di,” Nie Mingjue pants then. “Please.”
Lan Xichen presses another kiss to Jiang Cheng’s forehead, and then straightens. His hand fists tighter in Jiang Cheng’s hair, and begins to shove him back and forth along Nie Mingjue’s cock.
“Quietly,” he says, as Jiang Cheng begins to splutter again. “Breathe through your nose. You’re fine. Just breathe.”
Jiang Cheng shuts his eyes tight. There isn’t much space left around Nie Mingjue’s gargantuan girth, but if he breathes shallowly, he can still breathe. The spluttering dies down again, and he goes limp.
“Look at you,” Lan Xichen is murmuring, continuing to drag Jiang Cheng’s head back and forth, this time with no resistance, no sound at all save the quiet slick sounds of that shaft pistoning smoothly down his throat. “You’re like a dream. Look at you.”
“Er-di,” Nie Mingjue says hoarsely. “Er-di.”
“Never seen anyone take Da-ge’s cock like that,” Lan Xichen continues. “Just like a dream. Perfection.”
Nie Mingjue grabs the back of Jiang Cheng’s head, groaning loud. Lan Xichen lets go as Nie Mingjue comes down Jiang Cheng’s throat. Unprepared, Jiang Cheng begins to splutter again as it seems to go the wrong way, tapping fiercely at Nie Mingjue’s hip.
To his credit, Nie Mingjue pulls back at once, even though the gasp he lets out at that motion sounds pained.
Jiang Cheng coughs quietly, blinking hard as cum spills over his lips and chin. After a moment, Nie Mingjue drops to his knees, kissing Jiang Cheng’s messy lips fiercely and deeply.
“Gods,” he growls. “Fuck. You’re perfect.”
Jiang Cheng whimpers, wrapping his arms weakly around Nie Mingjue’s neck as he scoops Jiang Cheng up onto the bed.
“Unh—“ Jiang Cheng chokes out involuntarily as that massive cock punches right into him. “Uhnn— Uhh—“
His hands fist in Nie Mingjue’s hair as Nie Mingjue begins to fuck him hard into the bed. The sloppy staccato of their harsh coupling sounds wetly out into the quiet room, lewd against the sounds of Jiang Cheng’s overwhelmed, punched-out noises. Nie Mingjue buries his face in Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, spilling the rest of his orgasm inside.
Jiang Cheng lies under him, moaning, hands grasping weakly across his back until he’s done. Then, Nie Mingjue pulls back, and drops to his knees between Jiang Cheng’s open legs. Jiang Cheng sobs as Nie Mingjue begins to enthusiastically eat his messy hole.
Letting out a raw, wet noise, he shuts his eyes tight.
“I’m cumming—” he whimpers. “Cumming.”
To his shock, however, Nie Mingjue draws back at once. A moment later, there’s a hand in his hair, dragging him back off the bed and onto his knees. Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao step forward. The tips of their cocks press against Jiang Cheng's lips.
After a moment, Jin Guangyao grabs himself around the base.
"Stick out your tongue," he says.
Jiang Cheng sticks out his tongue, and Jin Guangyao immediately begins to slap the head of his cock over his tongue. Lan Xichen chuckles, and begins slapping it over Jiang Cheng's cheek.
"Hands off," he orders as Jiang Cheng reaches down to jerk himself. Jiang Cheng makes a complaining noise, but complies unhappily.
"Wanna cum," he gasps.
"Not until you've brought us off," Lan Xichen says.
Groaning, Jiang Cheng grabs a cock in each hand, and begins to fellate the nearest one sloppily.
"Fuck," Jin Guangyao gasps, holding the back of his head. "Cockslut. You love this."
"Bet he can fit two in his mouth," Lan Xichen says jovially.
"Come here then," Jin Guangyao says, and pulls his cock from Jiang Cheng's mouth. "Let's test that."
Lan Xichen steps in and angles his cock so that the head is pressed up against Jin Guangyao's. On Jin Guangyao's other side, Wei Wuxian has stepped forward to watch eagerly over Jin Guangyao's shoulder.
"Come on," Jin Guangyao says. "Suck."
"This is degrading," Jiang Cheng pants.
"Hurry up, or you don't get to come," Wei Wuxian says flippantly, before he smirks, eyes narrowing. "Or maybe you can't do it."
"I can," Jiang Cheng snaps, and opens his mouth wide, fitting the head of Lan Xichen's cock in first, then turning his head slightly, and pressing Jin Guangyao's cock slowly in beside it with some difficulty.
He stops there for a moment, looking up at Wei Wuxian challengingly, before he tries to draw back.
"Nuh uh!" Wei Wuxian cries, jumping forward to settle behind Jiang Cheng, pressing him back forward with his whole body. He nips at Jiang Cheng's earlobe. "Suck them properly. Bob your head."
Jiang Cheng makes an incredulous noise.
"Can you two stand closer together?" Wei Wuxian asks. "Maybe turn to face each other a little— yes, like that! Jiang Cheng, try again."
Without waiting for Jiang Cheng, he pushes against Jiang Cheng, pressing him forward onto those two aligned cocks. Jiang Cheng makes a complaining noise, bracing his hands against their thighs. But after a moment, he begins to bob his head a little, pressing down, bit by bit.
"Fuck," Jin Guangyao gasps.
"Look at you," Lan Xichen agrees.
"Slut," Wei Wuxian says smugly, and then leans in, pressing his lips against Jiang Cheng's ear. "Would love to haul you out into the training ground, put you on your knees and let everyone in Lotus Pier have a turn with your mouth."
Jiang Cheng's stomach clenches, and he begins to bob his head faster.
"Oh, you like that," Wei Wuxian taunts, laughing. "You belong on your knees, you know? I bet there'd be a long snaking queue, but you'd stay there on your knees and suck until morning, wouldn't you?"
Jiang Cheng closes his eyes, concentrating on pleasuring the two cocks in his mouth. He lets out a muffled noise as Wei Wuxian slaps his ass, hard.
"Wouldn't you?" he asks sharply. "Answer me."
"Yes," Jiang Cheng manages around his mouthful.
Jin Guangyao doubles over, groaning, and begins to come again. Lan Xichen pulls out, giving Jin Guangyao room to fuck Jiang Cheng's face hard through his orgasm. And gods, does he go hard. Jiang Cheng's hands fly to his thighs as he splutters, drool and cum spilling from around his lips.
Behind him, Wei Wuxian continues to spank him, alternating between each of his sore cheeks.
"Want to get you over my lap again," Wei Wuxian comments. "I think I could spank you forever without getting tired of it."
When Jin Guangyao is done, he steps back, pulling out of Jiang Cheng’s mouth. Lan Wangji steps forward at Wei Wuxian’s beckoning gesture, standing beside his brother. Jiang Cheng takes a cock in each hand, stroking, before he leans in and takes Lan Xichen’s cock into his mouth.
Behind him, Wei Wuxian slips one hand between Jiang Cheng’s cheeks, fingers curled over his wet hole. Then, he draws his hand back— and slaps Jiang Cheng hard, right over his hole.
Jiang Cheng’s whole body jumps at the impact.
“Keep sucking,” Wei Wuxian says, as he tries to pull back.
Jiang Cheng hesitates for a moment, then presses back in and continues sucking Lan Xichen’s cock. Wei Wuxian’s hand smooths slowly over Jiang Cheng’s hole, before he draws his hand back again, and brings it down with a resounding slap!
Jiang Cheng tucks his tailbone a little, confused. Wei Wuxian chuckles in his ear.
“Suck Lan Zhan off too,” he says.
He slips two fingers casually in as Jiang Cheng pulls off Lan Xichen’s cock, and goes down on Lan Wangji’s.
“Do it properly,” Lan Xichen says, when he begins to bob his head along the first half of it. “All the way.”
His throat is actually beginning to get a little sore from all the relentless face fucking. Nevertheless, Jiang Cheng breathes in through his nose, and then presses down as far as he can go.
“Takes it easy as breathing,” Nie Mingjue comments. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed now, watching. Jin Guangyao is standing by the table, pouring himself a cup of tea with his under-robes loosely pulled on.
“Gods, his mouth is so good, isn’t it?” Wei Wuxian murmurs against Jiang Cheng’s ear, before he begins to mouth down the sensitive underside of Jiang Cheng’s jaw. He’s turning his wrist, drawing his fingers absently in and out, exploring the give of Jiang Cheng’s rim. He’s not curling his fingers to reach Jiang Cheng’s sweet spot. He isn’t stretching Jiang Cheng either. He just seems to be… playing .
After a moment, he pulls back, catching the lobe of Jiang Cheng’s ear between his teeth. The sensation makes Jiang Cheng shudder. That in turn prompts a low chuckle from Wei Wuxian.
“Wet and warm,” he whispers, “just like a pussy.”
Jiang Cheng’s hips begin to rock down against his palm of their own accord. Wei Wuxian laughs.
“Oh, he likes that,” he crows.
I don’t, Jiang Cheng wants to deny.
Lan Wangji's breath catches.
“Oh, he’s sucking harder,” Lan Xichen observes delightedly. “He likes it.”
Jiang Cheng flushes as Lan Xichen lays the head of his cock over Jiang Cheng’s left cheek, stroking the rest of it with his hand. Jiang Cheng has to stop the motion of his head to avoid getting poked in the eye. Without his noticing, Lan Wangji’s hand had settled in his hair whilst he’d been preoccupied. That hand strokes gently down the right side of his face, before Lan Wangji begins to thrust his hips forward into Jiang Cheng’s mouth.
A moment later, Lan Xichen’s breath catches. Jiang Cheng lets out a startled sound, shutting his eyes tightly as the cock on his cheek begins to spurt. Wetness spills over his left cheek, some spraying over one eyelid and up over his brow. Lan Wangji draws slightly backward.
“Brother,” he chides, a little disbelievingly. “That was supposed to go inside.”
“There’s plenty of that between all of us,” Lan Xichen says calmly. “We can afford to have a little bit go to waste.”
Jiang Cheng opens his right eye. As he meets Lan Xichen’s gaze, the man smiles.
“Besides,” he adds cheerfully, “we can always have him wipe it off and lick it from his hands.”
Jiang Cheng pulls off Lan Wangji’s cock.
“Disgusting,” he growls.
Lan Wangji reaches out, expression sympathetic, as if to help wipe some of the liquid from Jiang Cheng’s eye. Before he can, however, Wei Wuxian leaps up, catching his wrist.
“Nuh uh,” he says. “Leave it. I want to mark up the other side of his face.”
Something in Jiang Cheng’s gut clenches. He closes his eyes tight against the arousal.
“Disgusting,” he snarls, with more feeling.
“Ah, there we go!” Wei Wuxian cries, stepping forward to rest his cock over Jiang Cheng’s clean cheek. “Just keep your eyes closed like that. Maybe open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Then not all of it will go to waste.”
Jiang Cheng purses his lips tightly shut.
“Oh, alright,” Wei Wuxian sighs.
Eyes closed, Jiang Cheng can hear the wet sound of a hand over a hard cock. A moment later, Wei Wuxian's breath catches, and something wet lands on Jiang Cheng's cheek, lacing over the bridge of his nose. The next spurt comes a little strong, spilling over his left eyelid. The last spurt splashes over his nostrils and the tip of his nose, before the rest dribbles slowly onto his lips. He opens his mouth, gasping, to avoid breathing the cum up into his nose.
"Yeah," Wei Wuxian whispers, before there's something spongy prodding against his bottom lip. "Suck the tip clean."
Jiang Cheng takes the tip into his mouth, sucking a little. Wei Wuxian's hand fists at the back of his head, and Jiang Cheng chokes as he thrusts his hips violently forward, hard enough to make a smacking sound when Jiang Cheng's lips meet his pelvis at the base of his cock.
He uses Jiang Cheng's mouth roughly for a few moments, before pulling out and rubbing the tip of his cock into the mess on Jiang Cheng's face, spreading it over his lips. Jiang Cheng opens his mouth, breathing heavily through it as the tip of another cock presses over his cheek. Someone's hand grips his hair and yanks down, forcing him to crane his head back. Another cock taps against his forehead from behind, leisurely spreading the cum around.
"Look at you," Jin Guangyao murmurs, somewhere on his left. A moment later, another cock lands on his left cheek. "On your knees with your mouth wide open and gasping. Do you want another cock in your mouth so bad?"
Jiang Cheng's face heats, but before he can explain himself, that cock prods into his mouth. He dutifully closes his lips over the head, sucking lightly. Jin Guangyao is still a little soft from his recent orgasm. After a moment, he pulls back, likely feeling a little sensitive.
"Let Lan Zhan go," Wei Wuxian says. "He hasn't come yet."
The rest step back, and a cockhead taps against Jiang Cheng's bottom lip.
"Okay?" Lan Wangji murmurs.
"Can't breathe," Jiang Cheng says.
The mood in the room changes almost palpably.
"You can't breathe?" Nie Mingjue asks.
"What's wrong?" Lan Xichen asks. "Did we injure you?"
"No, it's just—" Jiang Cheng begins, and then gives up on explaining, reaching up with one hand to try and wipe the cum away from his nose. It only ends up spreading the cum around.
"Let me," Lan Wangji says, kneeling. A moment later, the edge of a cloth is being wiped gently over his nostrils.
"Dooon't," Wei Wuxian whines, as Lan Wangji attempts to wipe off the rest.
"He can't see," Lan Wangji says disapprovingly.
"He can keep his eyes closed for a little longer," Wei Wuxian insists. When he speaks next, Jiang Cheng can hear the smirk in his voice. "It'll make him more sensitive."
"Ah!" Jiang Cheng cries, as a finger brushes suddenly and unexpectedly over his nipple.
"See?" Wei Wuxian says smugly. "Come on, let's put him over the table."
A moment later, he's being yanked up and bent over the table. He puts his hands on the table, stumbling as his legs are kicked open. He goes down onto his elbows as the hand in his hair pushes down, and then further down as it pushes again, laying his cheek on the table. He squirms a little, made suddenly conscious of the press of his bloated stomach into the hard surface.
The hand gentles in his hair, stroking as lips lower tenderly to kiss the nape of his neck. Wei Wuxian, judging from the way he nuzzles the skin afterwards, affectionate and sweet.
"Love you," he murmurs, then there are fingers slipping into his already opened hole.
"Ah!" he screams, a loud, short sound as electricity sparkles along those fingertips.
Wei Wuxian is still wearing Zidian.
His knees buckle. Strong hands grip his hips in response, lifting them up and onto the tabletop so that his legs hang limply off the side. Jiang Cheng shifts his hips slightly, trying to shift his weight off his stomach and his cock, trapped painfully between his belly and the hard table. A gentle hand sweeps under his stomach, pulling his cock out and off the side of the table. With a sigh of relief, he turns slightly to the side so that his weight isn't squarely on his stomach anymore.
"Pretty all over," Lan Xichen murmurs from somewhere off the side, "even your pretty pink cock."
A hand reaches over his thigh, rubbing the head of Jiang Cheng's cock in its palm. Jiang Cheng's legs twitch open. There are other fingertips now, slipping into his hole alongside Wei Wuxian's. He can't tell for sure how many fingers are in him, but there are a few, all rubbing gently around the inside, playing with the rim. His legs begin to twitch with the overstimulation of it, the fingers all moving slowly inside him at different paces, touching all over the inside of his rim.
He cries out, legs spasming at the crackle of electricity. His hole twitches uncontrollably around those fingers. Wei Wuxian is still playing his fingers around the rim, allowing electricity to crackle along his sphincter. The different fingers continue to smooth shallowly around inside him, too shallow to touch him at his most sensitive spot. His hips are rocking up now, his spine arching in little minute pulses of his hips, pressing into those too gentle, too shallow fingers.
"Pretty pink pussy," Wei Wuxian whispers. "All wet and laid open like a flower, and so goddamn hungry."
Jiang Cheng's stomach clenches. He closes his legs a little, humiliated, but they are immediately kicked back open.
"If we had rope, we could tie his ankles to the legs of the table," Jin Guangyao adds. "Keep him spread and ready for us."
"Tie his hands up over the other side of the table," Wei Wuxian agrees. "And then I want to take a switch to his little pussy, hit it nice and swollen for my cock."
"Not a pussy," Jiang Cheng snaps, except it comes out more like a whimper.
Wei Wuxian laughs. His finger pulls up cruelly against his rim, and Jiang Cheng arches his back with a cry, following it as it pries his hole open.
"Put a blunt-ended hook in him and string it up over the rafters," Jin Guangyao murmurs. "Keep his ass up nice and pretty."
"A hook?" Wei Wuxian asks, intrigued.
"You have one of those back in Lanling, don't you?" Lan Xichen asks.
"Mmhm," Jin Guangyao agrees, and then leans down, kissing the side of Jiang Cheng's neck. "When we're done here, you should come and play with us in Lanling. There are so many toys I want to use on you."
Jiang Cheng licks his lips, chest warming strangely.
"When—" he begins hopefully. "When we're done here?"
"Ah," Jin Guangyao says, drawing back a little. "Only if you want."
Jiang Cheng turns his face into the table to hide the flush he can feel creeping over it.
"You go ahead and give it some thought," Nie Mingjue says, laying a hand over the back of his neck. "You don't have to say yes. But if you say yes… we do get a little intense sometimes."
"I want to make you come untouched," Lan Xichen murmurs.
"I want to make you crawl," Jin Guangyao adds slyly.
Jiang Cheng's gut clenches strangely. He lets out a protesting noise.
"But only if you want, of course!," Lan Xichen says.
"Only if you want," Jin Guangyao confirms.
I want, Jiang Cheng realizes.
He wants to be stringed up like Jin Guangyao described just now, wants them to tie his legs open and take , even through his protests, even through his tears. He qwants them to put him face down ass up on the hard floor. He wants them to grab him by the hair and make him beg, make him cry, make him crawl. He wants—
His stomach clenches in arousal, but something else in him recoils.
"No," he gasps, slapping the hand on his nape off. "No, I don't— No—"
There are suddenly disembodied hands on his body, pulling him up off the table, touching him, stroking along his arms, his flank, his thighs—
Panic wells up in him.
"Stop it!" he shouts, struggling.
Those hands pull back sharply, as if burnt. He slips off the side of the table, sitting heavily on the floor. He begins wiping frantically at his eyes.
"Jiang Cheng," Wei Wuxian's voice comes to him in the darkness. "It's alright. Come here, I'll wipe your face for you."
He's gathered up into someone's arms, and sat down on the side of the bed. A moment later, a warm, wet cloth begins to wipe gently at his face. The cloth smells like tea, jasmine, the scent calming.
After a moment, he opens his eyes.
The room is a little blurry around him after having them closed for so long. Around him are four concerned faces, Wei Wuxian front and center. He realizes that he's seated in Nie Mingjue's lap, strong arms caging him comfortably in. With his sight returned to him, their touches no longer feel unwelcome and intrusive, and he can't help but feel abruptly embarrassed.
"Sorry," he mutters.
"You don't need to be sorry," Lan Xichen says immediately. "We're sorry. If you don't want to do anything more when this is over—"
"No!" Jiang Cheng says, upset. "That's not what I—"
The words get stuck in his throat, and he turns his face furiously into Nie Mingjue's neck, frustrated tears prickling at his eyes.
"Shh," Nie Mingjue soothes, smoothing his hand repeatedly down Jiang Cheng's back. "It's okay."
Jiang Cheng tips his head up, kissing him insistently. Nie Mingjue cradles the back of his head with one large, warm hand, the other stroking Jiang Cheng's flank. After a moment, he draws back.
"Do you need a break?" he asks.
Jiang Cheng considers it. He is surprised to find heat curling in his stomach, intensifying the longer he sits there, still. Frustrated, he begins to rub his thighs together, confused at his rising arousal.
There is the strong scent of musk in the air, the arousal in the room so thick that he can actually smell it. He notices then that he's not the only one in this predicament.
"The talisman," he says, with realization, and then groans.
"We can dispel it," Wei Wuxian says immediately.
"No," Jiang Cheng says, and then squirms, hiding his face back in Nie Mingjue's neck.
"Wanna cum," he mutters, embarrassed at his own neediness.
"Alright," Nie Mingjue says, and adjusts him so that he's sitting, back to Nie Mingjue's chest. "Here."
He takes hold of Jiang Cheng's cock, and begins to stroke. Moaning, Jiang Cheng tilts his head back against Nie Mingjue's shoulder, spreading his legs wider.
"Wait," Lan Wangji says, and steps forward.
He wavers for a moment, biting his lip, but finally takes a deep breath, eyes hardening with determination.
"I want to— try again…"
Jiang Cheng's breath catches as Lan Wangji steps between his legs, sinking slowly to his knees. Lan Wangji exhales, sitting back neatly on his heels. Then, he leans forward, and takes Jiang Cheng's cock into his mouth.
For a good few moments, he just stays there, eyes closed, before he breathes in, and presses down. His throat immediately seizes around the head, and he pulls sharply back up. After a short moment, however, he puts his hands on Jiang Cheng's knees, and presses down again, further than before.
His mouth is hot and wet, the opening of his throat tight around Jiang Cheng's cockhead. Jiang Cheng groans, thighs twitching as the flutter of his throat milks his cock. After a few seconds, Lan Wangji lets out a wet gurgle, and draws up quickly.
His eyes flick up to Jiang Cheng's face. As he meets eyes with Nie Mingjue over Jiang Cheng's shoulder, however, he flushes red, and drops his eyes again. Seemingly sensing his embarrassment, Wei Wuxian bounces forward, dropping to his knees behind his husband, and slipping his arms around his waist. He kisses Lan Wangji's ear.
"Keep going," he whispers encouragingly. "Try taking it in your throat again."
Lan Wangji presses down. His eyes squeeze tightly shut as his throat spasms around Jiang Cheng's cock again. This time, he forces himself to stay there, fighting to control the gagging. A tear slips down the side of his face.
"Breathe, boy," Nie Mingjue rumbles.
Lan Wangji lets out a full body shudder at that.
Wei Wuxian's eyes widen.
"Oh," he says, smile turning a little wicked, and presses in to whisper something into Lan Wangji's ear. Jiang Cheng doesn't catch it, but whatever it was, it makes Lan Wangji shudder again, hard. Wei Wuxian giggles, and continues to whisper in his husband's ear. Probably dirty talking again, judging by the deepening flush on Lan Wangji's face.
Lan Wangji begins to bob his head a little faster, eyes still tightly closed. He's breathing hard and shallow through his nose, breaths hitching in the back of his throat. Those quiet sounds send gentle vibrations through the head of Jiang Cheng's cock, and he tilts his head back against Nie Mingjue's shoulder, toes curling. Nie Mingjue's hand soothes down the inside of Jiang Cheng's trembling thigh, his other hand beginning to stroke large and warm over Jiang Cheng's twitching lower belly.
"You should help him," he says to Jiang Cheng after a moment. "Use your hand."
When Jiang Cheng reaches down to hold himself around the base, Nie Mingjue clicks his tongue, and grabs his hand.
"Like this," he says, guiding it to the back of Lan Wangji's head.
Lan Wangji jumps a little at the contact, flushing even deeper, but keeps his eyes lowered. Nie Mingjue draws his hand back sharply, and places it back on Jiang Cheng's hip.
"Excuse me," he says.
Wei Wuxian smirks, leaning in to whisper in Lan Wangji's ear again.
This time, Jiang Cheng catches it.
Bet you'd look so good split open on Chifeng-zun's cock.
The image that triggers in his head is so vivid that he bows over immediately, groaning as he begins to cum.
"Oh, fuck," he cries, thighs spasming. "Fuck, ah—!"
Nie Mingjue holds him tight, grounding him through his orgasm, while Lan Wangji keeps him in his mouth. He continues to suck, swallowing dutifully, until Jiang Cheng is done. When the last of Jiang Cheng's orgasm fades, he draws slowly back, flushed bright red, and seemingly unable to meet anyone's eye. Jiang Cheng sags back into Nie Mingjue's arms.
Before he can get too comfortable, Nie Mingjue lifts him up with a hand under each knee. He feels the head of Nie Mingjue's cock prodding at his loose rim, before his breath whooshes out of him, as if pushed out by the gargantuan width of that cock.
"Unh—" he gasps, knees twitching inwards in embarrassment. His legs are spread wide, held firmly open in a way that keeps him tilted backwards, putting him entirely on display.
Still on his knees between Jiang Cheng's legs, Lan Wangji's eyes widen.
"Oh, fuck," Wei Wuxian says, delighted, over his husband's shoulder. "Fuck, that's hot. You look obscene , Jiang Cheng. Fuck, you're split right open."
"You're obscene," Jiang Cheng spits back, flustered.
Nie Mingjue ruts leisurely up into him for a few moments, and then pulls out.
"Lick him out," he says.
Lan Wangji startles, looking up. Realising that he was being addressed, he bites his lip, but leans in and begins to obediently eat Jiang Cheng out.
"Ah," Jiang Cheng sobs, turning his face into Nie Mingjue's neck. "Ah—"
He feels so open after taking Nie Mingjue's cock, his insides defenseless against Lan Wangji's lips and tongue. His rim doesn't close anymore when he clenches, soft cock twitching weakly against his stomach as Lan Wangji licks deep into him.
"Lick around the rim," Wei Wuxian says.
"Ah," Jiang Cheng gasps, as Lan Wangji does just that. His hole attempts to tighten again, fluttering weakly. His face twists. It's suddenly not enough, the sensation just enough to tease, but not satisfy.
"Stop," he manages. "I— I need—"
Nie Mingjue lifts him up again, dropping him back down on his cock. Jiang Cheng chokes, eyes rolling back a little at the punch of that cock into his battered, oversensitive insides. His rim doesn't even put up a fight.
"Hm," Nie Mingjue hums, thrusting his hips consideringly. "You're getting a little loose."
"I say we spank him until it tightens back up!" Wei Wuxian volunteers immediately.
"You're obsessed," Nie Mingjue groans, and pulls out. "And I doubt that's going to work. Er-di, A-Yao. Come here."
Lan Wangji gets up, bright red and still unable to meet anyone's eye, allowing his brother to step between Jiang Cheng's legs, and kiss him chastely.
"How are you doing?" Lan Xichen asks.
"I'm loose and it's all your fault," Jiang Cheng says grumpily. "All of you."
Lan Xichen laughs quietly against him, but readily accepts his weight when Nie Mingjue stands up, and passes him into Lan Xichen's arms.
"I have legs, you know?" Jiang Cheng snaps.
"And they are very nice legs," Lan Xichen agrees, as Jiang Cheng wraps them reluctantly around his waist. He reaches down to adjust himself, sliding right in. "You are loose."
"And who's fault is that?!" Jiang Cheng demands.
"Alright, alright," Nie Mingjue sighs. "A-Yao, come here. There's a simple solution to this."
"H-Hey!" Jiang Cheng cries, as he feels another, slimmer cock slide in beside Lan Xichen's.
"Mm, I like this solution," Jin Guangyao purrs, leaning in to kiss the side of Jiang Cheng's neck. "Hello."
"Fuck off," Jiang Cheng snaps.
"I'd rather fuck in," Jin Guangyao teases, thrusting his hips in demonstration.
Jiang Cheng groans.
"Save it with the bad jokes," he grumbles.
"I actually thought it was a pretty good joke," Lan Xichen says jovially.
"Ugh!" Jiang Cheng groans.
The others burst into warm laughter. Lan Xichen's eyes crinkle when he smiles, curving up into crescent moons, and Jiang Cheng bites his lip sulkily to stop his answering smile. Lan Xichen leans in to kiss the other side of Jiang Cheng's neck.
"You smell nice," he murmurs.
"I'm sweaty and I haven't had a chance to wash up in…" He stops to consider it for a moment. "How long has it been since we started?"
"It's the second day today," Lan Xichen whispers against his pulse.
Jin Guangyao noses up under the other side of his jaw, breathing in.
"You smell like sex," he says.
"I've been having sex for two days straight," Jiang Cheng says bluntly.
Jin Guangyao plants a kiss there as Lan Xichen tucks his face into the other side of Jiang Cheng's neck, breathing in deeply.
"Alright, are you done sniffing me?" Jiang Cheng asks. "Done with the small talk? Can we get on with this?"
"So eager," Jin Guangyao teases.
But his hips begin to rock lazily up into Jiang Cheng, cock bumping gently against Jiang Cheng's spot. In front of him, Lan Xichen begins to thrust as well. As each of them begin to mouth over each side of Jiang Cheng's neck, sucking up under his jaw, Jiang Cheng can't help but clench. His thighs twitch as their breath fans out over sensitive skin. His hips begin to grind down on their cocks in small little thrusts.
Finally, as Lan Xichen mouths down to his shoulder, sucking a mark right under his collar bone, he grasps hard at Lan Xichen's shoulders.
"Cumming," he gasps.
The two of them press in, holding him tight between them, thrusting in harder and faster as he throws his head back against Jin Guangyao's shoulder. Their cocks bump up inside of him, prodding up against his walls at slightly different paces, driving desperate noises out of him as pleasure crests over him.
"Oh," he gasps, grasping desperately at Lan Xichen. "Fuck. Ah—"
When he's done, Jin Guangyao pulls out with a last kiss to his nape.
"I'm a little oversensitive," he explains. "Da-ge, why don't you take my place?"
"W-Wait a second," Jiang Cheng begins nervously. "I'm not that loose."
"Wangji," Lan Xichen calls.
A moment later, there's another warm body behind him, another cock slotting against his loose rim. He moans, shifting his hips as it begins to press in, thicker than Jin Guangyao's and longer. Still, without too much difficulty, it slips in against Lan Xichen's. He can feel the slight stretch in his rim, but it's not enough to be painful or uncomfortable.
"Mm, he feels tight again now," Lan Xichen comments.
"Shut it," Jiang Cheng whispers, embarrassed.
Lan Xichen chuckles, but begins to thrust again. In this position, bearing all of Jiang Cheng's weight, neither of them are able to thrust particularly hard. They bump up into him, rocking their cocks up against his walls, pushing deep, but with only short thrusts of their hips. Still, with two of them fitting so snug inside him, each minute thrust rubs up against his sweet spot.
It's not long until he's coming again. He arches back into Lan Wangji's body, writhing and crying out. This time, Lan Xichen comes with him, mouthing desperately at his neck and gasping in his ear. The feeling of hot wetness spurting inside of him only drives his orgasm longer.
Lan Xichen withdraws after that, setting Jiang Cheng down. He is bent unceremoniously over the table again, where Jin Guangyao is now seated, a cup of steaming tea before him.
The first thrust sends him down onto one elbow, slapping hard against his ass. His cheeks are still sore from Wei Wuxian's hand, and his chastised skin stings with the impact of Lan Wangji's hips against his buttocks. As Lan Wangji begins to fuck hard and deep into him, drawing out to just the tip before slamming back into him, he finds himself pushed onto his elbows, moaning and trying desperately to keep himself up.
His rim is too loose to put up any resistance against those thrusts, his insides defenseless as that cock batters him deep.
"This is a nice view," Jin Guangyao comments mildly. Lan Xichen walks around the table to sit opposite him, pouring himself a cup of tea as well.
Lan Wangji pauses for a moment. A moment later, Jiang Cheng feels the touch of slim fingertips pressing against his already filled hole. They slip in with barely a press of Lan Wangji's fingers. Lan Wangji resumes his thrusts after that, three fingers pressed in alongside his cock.
"How loose is he?" Wei Wuxian asks.
Lan Wangji pauses.
"Loose," he admits.
"Lift him up, Lan Zhan. I want to fuck him too."
Lan Wangji's hands on his hips loosen their grip, thumbs stroking comfortingly, before Lan Wangji pulls out.
"Up," he murmurs.
Jiang Cheng straightens, stumbling as Lan Wangji turns him firmly around by the hips, and sliding his arms around Lan Wangji's neck. Lan Wangji leans forward, kissing him on the lips. Behind them, Wei Wuxian makes a complaining noise.
"I wanna kiss him too," he whines.
Lan Wangji pulls back, stroking Jiang Cheng's cheek with a fond half-smile, before pushing him gently back around by the hip. Wei Wuxian presses himself eagerly into Jiang Cheng's arms.
"Hook your leg over my hip," he says, guiding Jiang Cheng's left leg up and around his waist. A moment later, his cock slips into Jiang Cheng. "That's it."
He cups Jiang Cheng's face, kissing him on the lips, as Lan Wangji presses in from behind. A second cock prods against Jiang Cheng's rim, and slips in without resistance. Wrapping his arms around Wei Wuxian's neck, Jiang Cheng rests his cheek on his shoulder as they begin to thrust up inside him.
"After this," Wei Wuxian whispers against his ear, "I want you to fuck me too."
Jiang Cheng's breath hitches.
"Why not now?" he asks.
Wei Wuxian laughs.
"Because I'm enjoying how loose you are," he teases. "My uptight virgin little brother, all fucked open and slutty."
"Fuck off," Jiang Cheng snaps.
Wei Wuxian laughs.
"Gods," he whispers, "when I walked in on you fingering yourself at the beginning of all this, I wanted to fuck you so bad. You were so desperate and so lewd, but so fucking shy, so ashamed. I knew you'd love getting fucked. You just had to give it a try."
He kisses Jiang Cheng's neck.
"I want to see you fingering yourself again," he whispers. "I want to see you lost in pleasure, without the shame and without all that pesky self-restraint."
"In your dreams," Jiang Cheng bites out.
"Pretty please?" Wei Wuxian pleads. "Put on a show for us?"
Jiang Cheng leans back, turning his face into Lan Wangji's neck sulkily.
"Don't bully him, Wei Ying," Lan Wangji sighs.
Wei Wuxian pouts.
"Is this called bullying?" he asks plaintively.
"It is," Jiang Cheng huffs.
"Alright, alright," Wei Wuxian sighs, and reaches under Jiang Cheng's hitched up thigh, pressing three fingers in alongside his and his husband's cocks. "I'll make it up to you."
"Hey," Jiang Cheng grumbles, embarrassed. "You're going to make me loose."
"You're already loose," Wei Wuxian says, digging his fingers deeper with a little twist of his shoulder.
"Ah—" Jiang Cheng chokes as his fingers curl into Jiang Cheng's spot.
He hears the crackle of it before the sensation hits him. He arches back against Lan Wangji, face twisting in a scream as electricity crackles against his spot. Lan Wangji catches him as his knee buckles. His arms are shaking.
"Wei Ying," he gasps.
"Damn," Wei Wuxian pants. "That felt good."
He lets out another zap, and this time, Lan Wangji stumbles. He sits back on the bed, knees buckling under Jiang Cheng's weight.
"Lie back," Wei Wuxian instructs.
Gasping, Lan Wangji lays heavily back so that Jiang Cheng is lying on his chest. Wei Wuxian's fingers curl up against his spot again.
"Ah!" Jiang Cheng cries at the first zap. "Ah— Ah! Hah!"
By the last zap, he's screaming, thighs closing instinctively against the overstimulation of it.
"Cumming," Lan Wangji gasps.
He arches up hard enough to lift Jiang Cheng as Wei Wuxian lets out a long, hard zap. His cock twitches inside Jiang Cheng, beginninv to splurt. Wei Wuxian's fingers withdraw from Jiang Cheng. A moment later, there's a quiet squelch, and then a crackle.
Lan Wangji lets out a short, harsh sound.
"Wei Ying," he gasps. "Wei Ying, wait— Ah!"
There's another crackle. Lan Wangji's cock slips out as he thrashes. A moment later, Jiang Cheng screeches indignantly as Wei Wuxian grabs him by the hair, and pulls him back onto his knees.
"Suck him clean," Wei Wuxian says. "Don't waste it."
His hand pushes Jiang Cheng's head insistently forward into the vee of Lan Wangji's thighs. Those thighs twitch as Jiang Cheng takes his cock into his mouth, sucking it resentfully clean.
Once he's done, Wei Wuxian pulls him back up to lie on the bed, thrusting his cock firmly in. After only a few thrusts, however, he pulls back to the tip with a raised eyebrow, and begins to stroke himself.
"You've really gotten loose," he tells Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng bites his lip, humiliated, but unsure how to respond. Jerking himself a few more times, Wei Wuxian's breath catches as he begins to come. The tip of his cock spurts eagerly inside of Jiang Cheng, flooding him once more. When he's done, he pulls out, dropping to his knees to stare curiously at Jiang Cheng's hole.
"Ack!" Jiang Cheng cries, as he tries to press down on Jiang Cheng's swollen belly, batting his hand away. "Don't do that. It hurts."
"You are very, very bloated," Wei Wuxian says.
Reminded suddenly of his stomach, Jiang Cheng can't help but shift a little. It is getting a little uncomfortable. More than the discomfort, however, he can feel arousal curling in his stomach again. His cock is so hard between his legs it's almost painful.
"I wanna cum," he pants impatiently, spreading his legs. "Can you all… hurry up and make me cum?"
Nie Mingjue steps forward, and slots three fingers into Jiang Cheng's hole.
"Hm," he hums consideringly. "Loose."
Jiang Cheng grits his teeth.
"No matter how many times you call me loose," he begins lowly, "it's not going to make me any tighter."
"Shh," Nie Mingjue soothes, stroking the inside of his thigh. "It's okay. Let's do it like this, okay?"
He lifts Jiang Cheng up, and positions them so that Jiang Cheng is lying on his chest. Reaching down, he pops the head of his cock into Jiang Cheng's messy hole, and then thrusts the rest of it in.
"A-Yao," he calls. "Come here."
Jin Guangyao comes over, slotting his fingers testingly alongside Nie Mingjue's cock. He apparently finds enough give to work with, because he draws back and nudges the head of his cock against Jiang Cheng's hole.
"Ah—" Jiang Cheng gasps, as he feels himself stretching. "Ah—"
Keeping his eyes on Jiang Cheng's face, Jin Guangyao begins to slowly rock the rest of his cock deeper and deeper, easing Jiang Cheng carefully open. When he's gone as deep as he can go, he pauses there for a moment, letting Jiang Cheng adjust to it, before he begins to thrust. Their cocks inside him are large enough that every bump slides up against the full length of his prostate. It's not long before Jiang Cheng is shuddering, grasping onto Nie Mingjue's arms around his waist.
"Cumming," he chokes out.
They fuck him through his orgasm, and into his next one. Somewhere along the way, Jin Guangyao comes, and is replaced by Wei Wuxian. Jiang Cheng cums another time while pinned on their cocks, head lolling back against Nie Mingjue's shoulder with the overstimulation. He cums another time, or maybe two times, before Wei Wuxian finally pulls out, and Lan Xichen steps up between his legs.
"H-Hey," he begins. "Are you— going to fuck me? I— I don't think it'll fit."
Lan Xichen kisses his forehead.
"Ah!" Jiang Cheng cries, face twisting as Lan Xichen begins to push his cock in alongside Nie Mingjue's. "Slowly— Ah! It's big! Slowly!"
"You're fine," Lan Xichen whispers to him. "It's okay."
With a few overwrought grunts, a shift of his hips, and a sob, the rest of it slips slowly, slowly in. Once it's done, Jiang Cheng rests there for a moment, moaning hoarsely, his legs sprawled wide while Lan Xichen waits for him to adjust.
"Oh," he sobs, as Lan Xichen begins to draw out. "Oh— oh—"
He lets out a choked scream as Lan Xichen thrusts back in with force. He spreads his legs wider, as wide as they will go, face screwing up.
"Does it hurt?" Lan Xichen asks.
"No," Jiang Cheng sobs, "but I'm— so open— oh gods!"
Lan Xichen has begun to thrust again, drawing out almost all the way with each thrust. Jiang Cheng's thighs twitch instinctively closed, squeezing around Lan Xichen's waist, before spreading wide again. He doesn't quite know where to put his hands, fisting them in the sheets beside him, before grasping under his thighs, clutching Lan Xichen's hips and forearms, and then finally settling in his own hair.
"Oh—" he's moaning, the sounds coming out hoarse and punched out. Their cocks feel like they are hollowing him out, dragging his sanity out with each outward draw. "Oh—"
It takes him a moment to realize that he's cumming again. His cock is soft against his belly, but a puddle of white is quickly forming on his stomach. It feels like the cum is being pushed out of him with each scrape of those cocks over his sweet spot. He's not spurting, just leaking.
"Oh," he gasps. "O— Oh—"
When he's done, his eyes roll upwards, head lolling back against Nie Mingjue's shoulder.
He lies there weakly, draped over Nie Mingjue's chest, while the others take turns with his filled hole. After taking Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue, the rest of them are a breeze. They slip in and out of him with barely any resistance, his thighs twitching with overstimulation as they use him for their pleasure. Every once in a while, his head is raised, and a cock is fed into his mouth with a murmured: suck it clean.
He sucks each of them dutifully clean, and is eventually propped up a little so that they can use his mouth while he's being fucked.
Use your tongue.
Take it all the way.
Swallow.
It passes in a blur, sucking and swallowing, two cocks in his ass, one in each hand, and one in his mouth— until his stomach is warm, and uncomfortably full. He frowns, squirming a little. Finally, after pulling off yet another cock, he gags.
What tastes like a bit of cum comes back up, dribbling past his lips and down his chin, and he grimaces, struggling upwards.
“Can’t swallow anymore," he mutters hoarsely. "Too full. Any more and I'm gonna— throw up."
The person standing at his mouth draws back at once.
"Alright," Lan Xichen murmurs. "Alright."
Jiang Cheng's eyebrows knit together. He struggles to push himself more upright. After a moment, he hiccups again, a little more cum coming back up. He lets out a miserable noise.
"It's okay," someone is whispering, wiping at his chin with a wet rag as more cum dribbles from his mouth. "You're fine."
"Sit him up."
Nie Mingjue sits up, propping Jiang Cheng back against his chest. Jiang Cheng's stomach settles a little at that.
"Better?" Lan Xichen asks.
"Mm."
"Do you need to stop?"
Eyes still closed, he shakes his head.
"Okay then."
Another cock eases up into him, alongside Nie Mingjue's cock. It feels like he cums a little at that, hole fluttering weakly, but he can't really be sure. He feels the pleasure as if through a veil, muted and far away as he drifts, occasionally orgasming. His orgasms are short and weak now, little pulses of pleasure that come and go, cock soft against his stomach and no longer leaking.
"He's loose," someone eventually murmurs. "Very loose."
There are two cocks in him, slim fingertips against his hole. The fingers slip in with barely any resistance.
The two cocks pull out after that, and he's tilted backwards, legs folded wide open. In front of him, Wei Wuxian crouches down between his legs, seemingly inspecting his hole. After a moment, he slips two fingers in, curling them upwards against Jiang Cheng's spot.
Jiang Cheng barely feels it.
He closes his eyes, pressing his face back into the side of Nie Mingjue's neck.
"No tears," Wei Wuxian murmurs to the others, and then slips in two more fingers, pushes them in until his thumb is all that's stopping his entire hand from going in. The smooth band of Zidian, still on his finger, presses up inside of Jiang Cheng.
"Jiang Cheng," he says. "Look at me."
With some difficulty, Jiang Cheng peels his eyes open, looking blearily down at Wei Wuxian.
"I'm going to put my fist inside," he says.
Nie Mingjue draws in a sharp breath, cock hardening against Jiang Cheng's back.
"Okay?" Wei Wuxian asks.
Jiang Cheng nods his head.
Licking his lips, Wei Wuxian tucks his thumb tightly against his palm, and begins to press his hand in.
"Slow," Jiang Cheng croaks, as he begins to stretch around the knuckles, the widest part. "Slow."
"I know, shidi, I know," Wei Wuxian murmurs. "Relax for me."
Jiang Cheng doesn't think he has any strength left to contract. Behind him, Nie Mingjue readjusts him, tilting him further back to make the entry easier.
"Ah," Jiang Cheng moans, brokenly, as Zidian rubs past his battered prostate. "I can't... I'm gonna cum..."
"You go ahead and cum then," Wei Wuxian whispers.
Shuddering, Jiang Cheng shuts his eyes tight. His hole begins to clench, slow and weak, around Wei Wuxian's knuckles.
"There we go," Wei Wuxian whispers. "Beautiful."
His orgasm fades as quickly as it had come. In the aftermath, the last of the resistance in his body seems to give, because the rest of Wei Wuxian's hand slips in. His hole pulls Wei Wuxian greedily in, closing snugly around his wrist.
There's a collective intake of breath.
"You're sucking me in," Wei Wuxian whispers, almost reverently. "Gods, you're— so open for me."
Jiang Cheng twitches as he gently curls his fingers into a fist inside of Jiang Cheng, turning his wrist slowly, so slowly, until Zidian, snug on his finger still, slots right against Jiang Cheng's sweet spot. His eyes roll back under their lids.
"Cumming," he croaks.
"Okay," Wei Wuxian murmurs. "Cum for me."
He twitches and shudders through another orgasm as Wei Wuxian turns his knuckles slowly back and forth against his prostate. Fucked out noises issue weakly from him as his orgasm washes weakly over him. When it’s done, he slumps back into Nie Mingjue's chest with a tired moan.
Wei Wuxian kisses the inside of his knee, sitting back so that his wrist is at a more comfortable angle.
"I'm going to shock you," he says, once he's settled in place. "Okay?"
"Gently," Jiang Cheng begs hoarsely. "Gently— ah— hah—"
His face twists as Zidian begins to crackle against his sweet spot.
"Gently," he sobs. "Gently, please."
"I know," Wei Wuxian whispers. "I know. Here, you can rest your legs over my shoulders."
He crouches down, guiding Jiang Cheng's to hang over his shoulders, hand still buried in him to the wrist.
"Ah— hah," Jiang Cheng sobs, calves pressing hard into Wei Wuxian's back as Zidian sparks again inside him. "Ah— please."
His face twists again. Suddenly, the tears break forth, as if through a dam, and begin to stream down his face.
"Wei Wuxian," he sobs wetly. “Cumming.”
"Shh," Wei Wuxian soothes. "I know. Brace your legs on my shoulders."
"Ah!" he cries, as Zidian crackles along his spot. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"
His voice breaks into a scream at a particularly hard zap. His face twists again, as wet sobs begin to issue from him uncontrollably.
"Cumming," he slurs. "I'm— cumming."
He screams again, legs spasming at another harder, longer zap, before they fall off Wei Wuxian's shoulders. Wei Wuxian presses up against him, kissing Jiang Cheng hard. Jiang Cheng wraps his legs instinctively around him. Hand wedged between them, Wei Wuxian pulls him close with his other hand, kissing him firmly on the lips.
"Wrap your legs around my waist," he murmurs. "Hold onto me."
Jiang Cheng screams as Zidian lights up inside him again, fingers digging into Wei Wuxian's back as he thrashes, legs squeezing tight around his waist. Behind him, Nie Mingjue holds him firmly, keeping him in place and making sure he doesn't hurt himself as his hole begins to pulse weakly around Wei Wuxian's wrist. He thinks he might be cumming again, but then again, he can't quite tell through the harsh sensation of Zidian crackling against his spot. The sensation drives everything else from his head. He can only cling to Wei Wuxian's shoulders, screaming and crying.
He loses track of how long he spends impaled on Wei Wuxian's wrist, mindless with the pleasure of the electricity crackling over his most sensitive spot. At some point, Nie Mingjue moves out from under him so that he can lie on his back on the bed. There's a person sitting on either side of him, holding a leg each, soothing a hand down the inside of his thigh as he screams and cries and cums. Someone else is seated by his head, brushing his hair back and drying the drool and tears from his face, leaning down occasionally to kiss his parted lips.
He barely feels human anymore. When he eventually tries to speak past the pleasure, the desperate animal noises that come out of his mouth don't sound at all like words.
"Alright," someone murmurs. "I think he's had enough."
Wei Wuxian nods, and begins to ease his hand slowly back out.
"Nn—" Jiang Cheng sobs, clawing at his face. "No— Nn."
"Shh," someone is whispering.
His hands are held tightly, fingers intertwining with his on both sides, as Wei Wuxian eases his knuckles slowly back out through Jiang Cheng's ruined hole. Once the knuckles are through, though, the rest of his hand is expelled with a wet, sucking noise.
Jiang Cheng's face twists at being so abruptly emptied.
He feels… hollow.
Overwhelmed tears begin to spill over his cheeks as he lets out an overwrought sob.
"Ge—" he chokes, sobs beginning to wrack his body. "Gege, gege— ge— ge—"
The others immediately gather around him, murmuring and caressing his sides, his thighs, his face, but he can barely see them past the tears. He is suddenly scooped up and cradled against a broad chest, and latches on tight, pressing his face against warm skin.
“Gege,” he sobs, and reaches down blindly to slip two fingers into himself, desperately trying to rid himself of that empty, hollowed out feeling.
“Let me do that,” Lan Xichen murmurs fervently. “You just hold onto me, sweet thing. Just hold on.”
He moans as he feels long fingers slide into him, crooking up against his spot. He tightens his arms around Lan Xichen’s shoulders as he begins to cum again weakly.
“Mm… mm… Cum—”
There are hands lifting his head up now, laying it gently back down into someone’s lap. Gentle fingers card through his hair as Lan Xichen kisses his shoulder.
“You want to be held when you cum?” he whispers. “Is that it, sweetheart?”
Jiang Cheng wraps his legs around Lan Xichen’s waist as a hand alights on his knee, stroking gently.
"Gege," he calls unhappily, and sobs. “Gege.”
“What’s wrong now?" Lan Xichen asks, sounding vaguely distressed as he peppers kisses along the side of Jiang Cheng's neck. "What's wrong?"
“Sore," Jiang Cheng mutters.
“Your hole is sore?”
“Yes," he mumbles, "and throat.”
“Oh, sweetling." Lan Xichen sighs, smoothing a hand under his bottom and lifting him further up on the bed. "Okay, you take a rest.”
They put him on his back on the bed, stroking his hair back from his face, and draping a blanket over his chest. Someone leans down to kiss him, but with his eyes closed, he can't tell who it is.
“Spread your legs, baby," Lan Xichen whispers. "We’ll continue without you while you sleep, but we need to come inside. Is that okay?”
“Okay, gege," Jiang Cheng agrees easily.
He feels the warmth of the body above leave him, as they seemingly move away to find a better place to continue without disturbing him. Jiang Cheng reaches out.
“Gege,” he cries. “Gege.”
“What’s wrong?”
He’s pulled up into Lan Xichen’s arms again, judging from the closeness of his voice. He clings blindly to Lan Xichen's back as Lan Xichen peppers kisses along his shoulder, murmuring soothingly.
“Gege," he sighs.
"I’ll stay with him," Jin Guangyao says. "He shouldn't be left alone while he’s like this."
"The talisman?" Lan Xichen asks.
"I'll dispel it," Jin Guangyao says. "I'm a little tired and want to rest for awhile too."
He crawls under the blanket beside Jiang Cheng, and reaches out to tuck it more securely around them both. Then, he flips the hem of the cover up to expose Jiang Cheng’s legs and hole, and reaches down to fondle Jiang Cheng in his palm. Jiang Cheng fumbles for Jin Guangyao’s cock as well, jerking him slowly as Jin Guangyao kisses him on the forehead, on the nose, then on the lips.
“You wanna cum again?” Jin Guangyao asks.
“Mm,” Jiang Cheng manages.
They lie there for a long while, touching each other slowly and kissing gently until Jiang Cheng finally cums, one last time. He feels the loosening of a spell from around him as Jin Guangyao dispels the effects of the talisman.
Without it, he finds himself slipping hard and fast into unconsciousness. He begins to stroke the cock in his hand more insistently, but Jin Guangyao just kisses his lips chastely, before gently removing his hand.
“Sleep," he murmurs. 'I’ll finish myself off.”
He can hear hitched breaths and quiet voices from around him. Wei Wuxian and his husband seem to be coupling on the divan, while Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue fuck on the bed behind Jin Guangyao.
Surrounded by the soothing sounds of familiar voices, he slips into peaceful dreams.
Notes:
Pairings, in order of appearance, top/bottom format: NMJ/JC (while JC sucks off LXC and JGY), LXC doms JC (and high key doms NMJ) while JC sucks NMJ off, WWX doms JC while he sucks LXC and JGY off, Everyone/JC (they finger him), LWJ sucks JC off while he's seated in NMJ's lap (WWX doms LWJ, with hints of NMJ/LWJ), LXC/JGY/JC (DP), LXC/LWJ/JC (DP), WWX/LWJ/JC (DP with dom WWX), NMJ/Everyone/JC (DP),
Kinks: size kink, praise kink, mentioned pet play (but JC doesn't like it so they stop), come swallowing, deepthroating, LXC makes JC beg with NMJ's cock in his mouth, face fucking, rimming, orgasm denial, verbal humiliation, JC puts two cocks into his mouth at once, talk of public sex and letting other people fuck JC, spanking, hole spanking (brief), feminization (WWX calls JC's ass a pussy), cum on face, sensory deprivation (JC cannot see), electrostimulation, mentioned bondage, subdrop / JC panics a little, anal gape, double penetration, prostate orgasm, ass to mouth, extreme come inflation, anal fisting (with Zidian electrostimulation), mind break, crying during sex, subdrop, aftercare (in the form of cuddling).
Warnings:
(1) Midway through the chapter, JC begins to panic while in a state of sight deprivation, but calms down after his sight is returned to him. They continue after a short break with JC's permission.(2) LWJ and LXC dp JC. Not sure if anyone will count that as slightly incestuous?
(3) At one point, WWX uses Zidian to shock LWJ while fingering him even though LWJ says "wait".
(4) JC expresses hesitation when LXC and NMJ try to dp him, but LXC goes ahead with it. JC does not ask them to stop, but asks them to go slowly. LXC checks in to make sure that they aren't hurting him.
(5) For people who are more sensitive to dub-con, it might seem dubious whether JC is in the right state of mind to consent nearing the end of the chapter. He explicitly consents whenever they ask for permission to continue, but seems a little out of it. He drops at the end of the chapter after a very intense fisting. During the fisting, WWX uses Zidian to shock him, and he has to be restrained to prevent him from hurting himself. It may seem dubious whether he's even capable of asking them to stop. When the others realize that he doesn't seem to be able to speak coherently, they immediately stop. He expresses reluctance to end the scene, drops when WWX takes his fist out, and has to be cuddled.
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Chapter 6: Interlude (or more like... Interlewd)
Notes:
The reason why this chapter is titled "Interlude" is because it's not really much of a full-fledged chapter. It was supposed to be posted together with the next chapter, which is gonna be filth once more, but I was feeling a little like something soft tonight, so I'm updating as a treat for myself! It's pretty much just lots of aftercare, Chengyao pillow talk, and gentle Chengning sex. Still, if you want to see a full list of kinks for the chapter, you can check the end notes!
Warning in advance for those who might find it uncomfortable: JC wakes up disoriented and in pain at the beginning of the chapter because he's cramping from too much come in him. Please also check the end notes if you want more info on the following trigger warning: mention of attempted but unsuccessful canon child murder.
Spanish translation now available here on Wattpad!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Through the haze of sleep, a sense of discomfort floats in and out of his dreams. He surfaces briefly from time to time, disturbed but still mostly asleep, sinking back under quickly. There's warmth against his side, firm bodies occasionally pressing up between his legs. Whenever that happens, he feels warmth spread inside of him, low in his belly.
The discomfort mounts the longer he stays asleep, soon materialising in a cramping sensation. He frowns, tossing his head. There are quiet whispers soothing him, hands caressing his sides and thighs, lips pressed chastely to his forehead at his whimpering. With that kiss, the numbing feeling of a sleep talisman settles over him like a warm, heavy blanket.
He sinks back into a deep sleep.
The next time he surfaces, he wakes to a sharp pain, pulsing through his lower abdomen. Something is inside of him. Someone is coming inside of him, and he reaches out blindly, pushing the person away with his legs.
"It hurts," he groans, struggling to surface through the numbing weight of the sleep talisman. "Stop… It hurts…"
The person inside of him withdraws immediately. The warmth at his side disappears. He registers that there is someone sitting up beside him, the warm hand that had originally been placed on his stomach lifting off. Without that warmth, the pain intensifies sharply, stomach squeezing painfully.
"Ah!" he gasps. "It hurts!"
The jade plug is gently inserted back into him, gentle hands slipping under his shoulders and sitting him up quickly. His stomach sags, painful and heavy.
"No! Ow!" he screams, flinging his arms out against the arms around him. "No!"
He slumps back down onto the bed as those arms withdraw sharply. After a moment, a frustrated tear slips down his face.
"It hurts," he moans, upset. A hand soothes down the side of his thigh, and he grows abruptly angry, kicking it away. "It hurts! Stop it! Don't touch me!"
"Someone get Wen Qing," he hears Wei Wuxian whisper, stricken.
He pries his eyes open to see someone trotting briskly out through the door, just short of a run, shirtless and only in pants. Blurry figures surround him, murmuring worriedly.
"Sleep talisman," Jiang Cheng mumbles groggily.
There's a whisper, and then the drowsiness fades. He wakes immediately, blinking, and realizes that the pain he'd felt all along was the sensation of his stomach cramping. Clutching his stomach, he looks down at himself. His stomach is so engorged now that he can faintly see the veins under his skin.
The others are bustling around him, worked up and distressed. Beside him, Jin Guangyao is propped up slightly. His bicep appears to be trapped under Jiang Cheng's head.
Fully awake now, the disorientation fades.
“I’m okay," he says. "It’s just a stomach cramp. Sorry.”
The distressed murmuring dies down. A moment later, Wei Wuxian crawls up onto the bed, expression worried, and begins rubbing his hands together.
“Here," he murmurs. "Does this feel better?"
He puts his warmed hands on Jiang Cheng’s stomach. The warmth seeps through his skin, easing the cramps somehow.
"Yes," he says.
Jin Guangyao begins to rub gently over his stomach. The motion eases the cramps further. He’s still cramping, but the discomfort has lessened greatly.
After a moment, he begins to struggle upright, but finds that his stomach has grown so big that he can no longer sit up fully. Wei Wuxian immediately scrambles up to prop Jiang Cheng up against his lap. His stomach is so big that he can’t even straighten his legs. It hurts his back too much. He can’t really close them properly either, so has no choice to settle, awkwardly reclined, with his legs folded up and open, and his heels planted slightly apart.
As the others continue to fuss quietly around him, arranging the blankets, he can't help but feel like a pregnant woman getting ready for childbirth, with all the aunties and sisters fretting around him. He reaches down, holding his stomach to take some of the weight off of it.
The doors open, and Lan Wangji comes back in with Wen Ning in tow. Jiang Cheng double takes at Lan Wangji's state of undress. His hair is down, and he's shirtless, only in his pants. Jiang Cheng finds it hard to believe that the prim and prudish Second Jade had truly rushed out of the room in such a state.
Wen Ning steps over the threshold, basket in hand, stopping abruptly as he looks up. He stands there for a good few seconds, looking Jiang Cheng up and down with an incredulous look on his face.
"Where’s Wen Qing-jie?" Wei Wuxian asks.
At that, Wen Ning finally seems to snap out of his shock.
"A-Jie had to rush back to Yiling to deal with a medical emergency there," he says, coming closer, and setting his basket down by the bed. "Please allow me to help."
He comes to stand by the bed, managing to draw his eyes away from Jiang Cheng’s stomach with some difficulty, to look Jiang Cheng in the eye.
“What seems to be the problem, Jiang-zongzhu?" he asks. "Lan-gongzi said you were in pain.”
“He’s cramping, Wen Ning!” Wei Wuxian cries. “Why is he cramping?”
Wen Ning’s expression goes blank.
“Ah,” he says mildly. “You will probably need to let… all that…" He waves his hand in the general direction of Jiang Cheng's stomach. "...out of him.”
There’s a moment of silence.
“What!” Wei Wuxian cries.
“But the curse?” Nie Mingjue says dumbly.
“If we let the semen out, will there be enough left inside?!” Lan Xichen asks, concerned and distressed.
Wen Ning takes a long, deep breath, and lets it out slowly.
“There is a very wide margin,” he says, “between ‘not enough’, and Jiang-zongzhu’s current state."
There is a long moment of silence.
"I will have a tub brought in," Wen Ning says calmly. "Please wait for my return.”
With that, he turns around, and leaves.
The others crowd in close, faces concerned, touching his stomach gently. They linger around him, listless and bearing lost and mournful expressions. Finally, Jiang Cheng can no longer stand the solemn and contrite air.
“Alright, stop,” he grumbles. “You guys are really obsessed, you know that? How did I get this big? Back, back, don’t crowd so close. You’re breathing up all my air.”
Reluctantly, they all back away, clearing their throats, and sit down to pour themselves some tea. Wei Wuxian extracts himself miserably from under Jiang Cheng's propped up shoulders. That leaves Jin Guangyao still lying propped up on one elbow beside Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng winces, back tinging a little now that he's flat on his back again. Meanwhile, Jin Guangyao brushes his fingers once more over Jiang Cheng’s stomach, very gently— before drawing away. There is a strange look on his face.
Jiang Cheng catches his arm as he makes to draw away.
"You can stay," he says, a little imperiously. "Can you— help me sit up a bit?"
Jin Guangyao pauses, looking at Jiang Cheng consideringly.
"Back hurts?" he asks.
"Yes," Jiang Cheng says grumpily.
"Here, I know what will make it better," he says, and begins rolling up the blanket, before tucking it under Jiang Cheng's back. "Better?"
"Yes," Jiang Cheng says, surprised. "Thank you."
Jin Guangyao sits back, looking faintly pleased with himself. He brushes his fingers gently over Jiang Cheng's stomach again, expression faraway, but fond.
"My wife had back pains when she was pregnant," he says.
Ah. Jiang Cheng licks his lips.
“Your wife must have been bigger than this when she had your son,” he says carefully. “My sister was huge. A-Ling was a big baby. He came out kicking and screaming and pink all over. He had a bad temper even then.”
Jin Guangyao smiles, the expression strangely bittersweet.
“No," he says quietly. "She was smaller than you are now actually, even at the end.”
He chuckles.
“A-Song was a very small baby," he admits. "Small, and so quiet. He didn’t even cry when he was first delivered. At first, we thought he wasn’t breathing, because he was taking such shallow breaths. He was blue all over, even after we got the blood off.”
He reaches out, touching Jiang Cheng’s stomach again, the gesture almost absent. He seems to come back to himself quickly though, pulling his hand back and clearing his throat.
"My apologies," he says. "I don't mean to… keep touching you, after you've asked us to stop."
Jiang Cheng looks at him for a moment. He's sitting up by Jiang Cheng's side now, legs folded neatly under him, with his eyelashes cast down over his cheeks. After a moment, Jiang Cheng sighs, grabbing his hand, and grouchily planting it back on his stomach.
“I heard there was an attempt on your son's life recently," he says brusquely. "I'm sorry. That must have been frightening."
Jin Guangyao startles, whole body jerking at that. After a moment, he seems to settle, lips pursing into a tight smile. His hands absently smooth out the blanket over his thigh, before clasping together neatly on his thighs.
"Yes," he says. "There was."
"My sister said it seemed like someone had tried to smother him," Jiang Cheng continues, "but let up for some reason. The assailant fled when the wetnurse burst in at the sound of his crying, right? Have you caught him yet?"
"No," Jin Guangyao says.
His smile is beginning to look strained.
"Well," Jiang Cheng says, and swallows, "If you ever needed resources, men, anything, Yunmeng Jiang would be more than happy to lend our resources to help you find the culprit. I— don't know that I would be able to rest if an attempt was ever made on A-Ling's life. Not until the assailant is caught."
Jin Guangyao licks his lips.
"The offer is appreciated," he says, "but it is unnecessary. We have heightened security, and my sworn brothers have also sent some men to help investigate the incident."
He looks down to the side, fingers picking at the blanket over his lap, kneading it against his legs. Jiang Cheng watches him for a few more moments.
"You're a good father," he finally says. "A-Ling adores you. My sister says you spoil him rotten."
Jin Guangyao lips twist, the expression wry.
“I could do better,” he says quietly. “I've been away from home so much since A-Song was born, working on the lookout towers. I have spent a lot less time with him than I should have, a lot less time with my wife than I should have."
Jiang Cheng grimaces.
“Is your wife okay with you being here?" he blurts out, and then winces. Of all the invasive and depressing things to ask.
But Jin Guangyao just chuckles.
“She is," he says. "I talked to her about it before I got… involved with Er-ge and Da-ge. I mentioned it also when Wei-gongzi invited me to join you here. Her stance has always been that it's alright as long as I take no female lovers. No illegitimate sons."
Jin Guangyao smiles, lowering his gaze.
"I’m more than fine with that," he says quietly. "There will only be A-Song."
"No more other children?" Jiang Cheng asks curiously.
Jin Guangyao smiles tightly.
"No," he says. "It was an incredibly difficult birth, and I don't want to put my wife through that again. Besides, we have A-Ling to treat as our own too."
Jiang Cheng bites his lip.
"Sorry," he mumbles. "I'm asking a lot of intrusive questions, aren't I? I'm not very tactful, as you can probably tell by now."
The tension in Jin Guangyao's smile finally eases at that.
"I appreciate your honesty," he admits quietly. "You say exactly what you think and… I have to admit that I didn't expect to like it, but I do. I like it a lot."
Jiang Cheng coughs, chest warming strangely, and grabs Jin Guangyao's hand, pressing it against his cheek.
“Kiss me?" he asks.
Jin Guangyao bends down, pressing a chaste kiss to Jiang Cheng's lips. Before they can deepen the kiss, however, the door creaks open. They pull apart to see Wen Ning stepping across the threshold, Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue carrying a tub of water in behind him.
“I’ll leave you to it," Jin Guangyao murmurs, as they set the tub down by the bed.
He stands and goes to sit with his sworn brothers as they settle down on the divan. Coming closer, Wen Ning reaches out to help Jiang Cheng sit up. Jiang Cheng winces, supporting his stomach with one hand, while he gets up, steps into the tub, and lowers himself slowly into the water.
“You can take out the plug now," Wen Ning says, once he's settled.
With some difficulty, Jiang Cheng reaches around his stomach, and eases the plug out. He sits there for a moment, before shifting his weight, spreading his legs wider.
“It’s not coming out," he says.
Frowning, Wen Ning kneels down and lays his hand on Jiang Cheng's stomach, pressing down lightly.
“Try bending forward slightly, or twisting from right to left," he says.
Jiang Cheng does so. After a moment, he scowls.
“Still not coming out?” Wen Ning asks.
“No.”
Wen Ning removes his hand, clearing his throat gingerly.
“Then, may I suggest Jiang-zongzhu… use his fingers to stimulate his insides?”
Jiang Cheng flushes.
Still, he’s been fucked in every position known to man over the last two days. Fingering himself in front of one more person should be the least of his concerns right now.
“Please use some oil," Wen Ning interrupts, as he reaches down between his legs. "Water is not a good lubricant.”
It doesn't seem very necessary with how well-fucked he is, but he holds out his palm when Wen Ning produces a vial from his basket. After that, he gets to work. He opens his legs, leaning back against the side of the tub, and getting his fingers in as deep as he can. He wiggles them around slightly, before scissoring his fingers open, holding himself open. Yet, he still doesn’t feel the cum emptying.
“It’s stuck inside," he says.
“That’s not possible, Jiang-zongzhu," Wen Ning says and reaches around his stomach from behind. 'If you don’t mind, may I…”
Jiang Cheng sighs.
“Go ahead.”
Wen Ning shifts forward, pressing against his back, and inserts a finger into him.
“Hm.”
After a moment, he puts in a second finger, pressing the tips clinically around Jiang Cheng’s walls. Finally, he withdraws, and sighs.
“Whichever young master cast the spell ,” he says pointedly, “needs to undo it so that Jiang-zongzhu can empty his bowels.”
Jiang Cheng snaps around, glaring incredulously at the others. Most of them are looking around, confused, but Lan Xichen’s eyes are widening.
“Oh,” he says.
A moment later, Jiang Cheng feels something in him loosen, the cum beginning to flow out of him.
“You!” he splutters, pointing accusingly at Lan Xichen. “You and your… obsession! With my stomach!”
Wei Wuxian whistles.
“Who knew Xichen-ge was so kinky?” he teases.
Nie Mingjue scoffs.
"Anyone with eyes can see he’s one kinky bastard," he grumbles. "I still remember when—"
"Not in front of Wangji, please," Lan Xichen interrupts weakly.
Wei Wuxian lets out a startled laugh.
"I hate to break this to you, Xichen-ge," he says, "but your didi has eyes! We've all seen you fucking the life out of my poor shidi."
"Er-ge can be quite tenacious," Jin Guangyao agrees, chuckling behind a thin sleeve.
"I hate to interrupt the young masters," Wen Ning cuts in, "but I think Jiang-zongzhu will need some privacy. This could get messy."
Wei Wuxian’s eyes widen.
"Oh," he says. "Oh, right."
They stand and file out of the room very quickly, closing the doors gently behind them.
In the silence of the suddenly empty room, Jiang Cheng sits there, shifting uncomfortably, and groaning at little intervals. The warm bath water is helping to ease the cramps but—
“Ow,” he whimpers, grabbing his stomach. “Ow, fuck. Ah."
"Cramping?" Wen Ning asks.
"Yeah," Jiang Cheng says, wincing. "Ow. Ah, fuck.”
Wen Ning sighs.
"Jiang-zongzhu, if you don’t mind… I might be able to help."
Jiang Cheng sighs.
"Do whatever you need to do," he says dryly. "Not like I have any dignity left to save at this point."
Wen Ning reaches down, slipping his fingers back in, while massaging his stomach with his other hand. He seems to be channeling some spiritual energy to help with the pain, pushing down on Jiang Cheng’s stomach to help the cum out of him.
“You’re not expelling any waste,” Wen Ning observes. “Were you practicing inedia?”
“Wei Wuxian advised that I should, to prepare myself for… for this," Jiang Cheng says. "I have been practicing inedia since I was cursed.”
“Three or four days, then. The semen is coming out very clean.”
“It’s coming out so slowly," Jiang Cheng complains.
“They put a lot into you," Wen Ning says. "I didn’t think it was humanly possible for five people to… produce this much.”
Jiang Cheng groans.
“Your sister made a talisman," he grumbles.
“Ah," Wen Ning says, delicately. "I see. It may take up to half a shichen to expel everything. You may speed it up by pushing with your hands, just like I’m doing.”
Signing, Jiang Cheng reaches down with both hands, pressing on his stomach. They continue to press slowly down on his stomach for long moments, Wen Ning fingering him gently, avoiding his prostate with expert precision. But still, somehow, he can feel himself beginning to stir.
If Wen Ning notices the hardening of his cock — near impossible to miss in their current position — then he pretends not to notice. Jiang Cheng can't help but bite his lip.
He is… being very considerate, very polite, warm and quiet and thoughtful against Jiang Cheng's back. As need rises in him like an awakening tide, Jiang Cheng's breath begins to quicken. Finally, he leans back against Wen Ning’s chest, and turns his head to kiss the side of his cheek.
“Please,” he whispers.
Wen Ning freezes, fingers stilling.
Jiang Cheng stiffens as well, about to apologize and move away, when Wen Ning shifts his fingers slightly. His fingertips slot against Jiang Cheng's sweet spot, and Jiang Cheng lets out a grateful moan, spreading his legs eagerly and tilting his hips up into the curl of Wen Ning’s fingers.
“Ah, yes," he gasps. "Mm."
Leaning back against Wen Ning's shoulder, he turns his head, begins to mouth wetly over Wen Ning’s neck. With his other hand, Wen Ning is still pushing gently on his stomach. They both continue to press gently and slowly as Wen Ning fingers him.
"Wen Ning," he murmurs.
“Mm?"
Jiang Cheng kisses his neck.
"Make me cum?” he murmurs.
Wen Ning curls his fingers, beginning to thrust them more rapidly in and out. He reaches down with his other hand, beginning to jerk Jiang Cheng's quickly hardening cock. Jiang Cheng spreads his legs, throwing his head back.
“Yes!" he gasps. "Fuck, yes. Make me cum, please. Ah!"
“Jiang Wanyin,” Wen Ning breathes.
Jiang Cheng closes his eyes tight as he begins to cum.
“Ah, yes, yes, yes!”
Wen Ning fingers him through the orgasm, until Jiang Cheng slumps back against him, gasping.
“The contractions are pushing the semen out," Wen Ning says quietly. "That’s good.”
“Mm," Jiang Cheng agrees contentedly.
Wen Ning continues to finger him, more gently now, continuing to push down on his stomach. Jiang Cheng opens his eyes, surprised to note that his stomach has deflated considerably.
Wen Ning has just enough time to finger him to another orgasm before his stomach is mostly deflated. He lies, eyes closed, in the warm water, half-asleep, as Wen Ning pats his stomach, and then gets up. Jiang Cheng opens his eyes as he comes back with a bamboo tube.
“Erm," Wen Ning begins, a little awkwardly. "To get you completely clean, we can…”
Realizing what the bamboo tube is for, Jiang Cheng gets his knees under him and bends forward over the rim of the tub, tipping his ass up. Wen Ning sucks in a breath. After a moment, Jiang Cheng feels the tube being inserted into his ass, whimpering as he feels himself beginning to fill with water.
When he begins to make quiet noises of discomfort, Wen Ning reaches around to cup his swelling stomach, channeling a steady stream of spiritual energy to soothe the cramps. After a moment, he draws his fingers gently over Jiang Cheng's ass cheeks.
"Does it hurt?" he asks quietly. "I can get some soothing cream for you."
Jiang Cheng is confused for a moment, before the blood rushes to his face. His cheeks must still be red from getting spanked. He hides his face against the rim of the tub.
"It's okay," he mumbles.
After a period of time, Wen Ning guides him to sit back upright, helping him to expel the water. When they are done, his stomach is completely flat once more, and the water around him has turned murky with spend.
He takes Wen Ning's extended hand, and allows Wen Ning to help him out of the tub. A moment later, Wen Ning begins to gently wipe him down with a clean wet cloth, wrung out from a smaller basin of warm water. When he straightens up, however, Jiang Cheng immediately notices the tent in his robes.
He remembers abruptly how Wen Ning had had both hands on him the whole time. While Jiang Cheng got to come multiple times, it seems Wen Ning hasn’t touched himself even once. Wrapping his arms around Wen Ning’s neck, Jiang Cheng kisses him deeply. Then, he drops to his knees, and begins to push Wen Ning’s robes aside.
“Ah, Sect Leader Jiang. I’m a little—“
Disregarding his protests, Jiang Cheng pushes his pants impatiently down, and pauses. Strings of precum stretch from Wen Ning's hard cock to the front of his pants. It seems he’d just been slowly leaking in his pants the whole time.
“—messy," Wen Ning finishes.
Sighing, Jiang Cheng leans in, and begins to lick it up. Wen Ning jerks, stepping backwards.
“Wait, Sect Leader Jiang," he protests. "I’ll get a cloth—“
“No need," Jiang Cheng interrupts. “A little bit of precum is nothing." He smirks, looking up at Wen Ning mischievously. "After they were done coming in my ass, they would make me suck them clean.”
Wen Ning’s cock twitches. Jiang Cheng laughs at that, before taking it into his mouth, and beginning to blow it diligently. He lavishes it with lips and tongue, bobbing his head back and forth along the shaft. He speeds up eagerly as he hears Wen Ning's breath begin to catch. Before Wen Ning comes, however, he politely pushes Jiang Cheng off.
Jiang Cheng blinks, bewildered.
"Was it not good?" he asks.
"You were very good," Wen Ning says, a little breathlessly. "Come up here."
He stands. Wen Ning kisses him.
"Can I fuck you?" he asks quietly against Jiang Cheng's lips.
Jiang Cheng's breath catches.
"Yes," he breathes eagerly.
He gets on the bed and lies back, spreading his legs invitingly. Wen Ning considerately takes the time to gently lubricate him with two fingers, then three, before slicking himself up and positioning himself.
"Is this okay?" he asks.
"Yes," Jiang Cheng says, gasping as he pushes in.
Wen Ning pauses at that, looking up at him.
"Alright?" he asks.
"Yes," Jiang Cheng answers, this time a little desperately. "You can— You can be rough with me. I can take it."
"Mm," Wen Ning responds, but does not change his pace, just his angle. He rolls up the blanket, and puts it under Jiang Cheng's hips. At the change of angle, the length of his cock begins to rub deliciously over Jiang Cheng's sweet spot.
Jiang Cheng gasps, letting his head fall back in bliss.
"Wen Ning," he moans. "Fuck, yes."
Wen Ning strokes the inside of his thigh, and continues at the same pace. He isn’t hung like Nie Mingjue, or brutal like Lan Xichen, but he certainly knows how to fuck, and he does it well. The long leisurely strokes of his cock are paced to please, but not to overwhelm. His hands caress Jiang Cheng's body gently, his sides, his thighs, occasionally brushing his nipples and cock, heightening the pleasure.
It's not long before Jiang Cheng is tilting his hips up, whimpering with need. Wen Ning begins to quicken his pace then, fucking Jiang Cheng a little harder.
"Ah," Jiang Cheng moans. "Ah. Ah."
Wen Ning's pace quickens, growing rougher as Jiang Cheng's pleasure mounts, guiding him slowly but surely towards orgasm.
Orgasm crests over him naturally and gradually. Unlike the others, Wen Ning is careful not to overstimulate him, guiding him gently but firmly through his orgasm. Without the overstimulation, it almost feels like he can better experience the pleasure of his orgasm in some ways, can experience the comfortable pulsing sensation of it without being overwhelmed. It is a different, but not unwelcome feeling.
Wen Ning tries to draw back after that, but Jiang Cheng catches his arm, pulling him back in.
"You have to come too," he says stubbornly.
Wen Ning pauses, biting his lip, before he rearranges them so that Jiang Cheng is lying on his side.
“This should be more comfortable for you," he murmurs, a little apologetically. "I'll be quick."
Jiang Cheng can't help but be touched by how considerate Wen Ning is being.
"Take your time," he says. "I'm fine."
"I don't want to cause you discomfort," Wen Ning protests.
"You're not," Jiang Cheng insists.
After a moment, Wen Ning sighs, and strokes a hand soothingly over Jiang Cheng's ass cheek. The chastised skin feels sore and swollen under gentle touch. Jiang Cheng blushes, turning his face into the bed.
“And you can spank me if you want,” he whispers.
Wen Ning’s hips stutter. Jiang Cheng turns to look up shyly at him. But after a moment, Wen Ning shakes his head.
“Not now," he says.
Jiang Cheng pauses, and then licks his lips.
“Then maybe,” he adds more quietly, more hesitantly, “after all this is over?”
Wen Ning inhales.
“Yes,” he breathes, and Jiang Cheng smiles.
Wen Ning bends down at that, and kisses his lips. Still smiling, Jiang Cheng slips his arms around his neck, and sighs.
"Make me cum again," he whispers.
Wen Ning obliges.
Sometime later, Wen Ning gathers up his basket and opens the doors, nodding to the others, before he steps across the threshold, and disappears out into the day.
Jiang Cheng lies on his side on the bed, half asleep and thoroughly sated. A trickle of liquid slips down from between his cheeks, following the crease between thigh and ass. He opens his eyes as Wei Wuxian comes forward, slipping three fingers casually into his hole as he leans down to kiss Jiang Cheng's temple.
“You let Wen Ning fuck you too?” he murmurs.
"Mhm," Jiang Cheng hums.
Wei Wuxian smiles against his skin.
"Slut," he says fondly, teasing his fingers around the inside of Jiang Cheng's fucked out rim. Jiang Cheng closes his eyes, too sated to protest the proprietary touch.
After a moment, Wei Wuxian removes his fingers and steps back.
"Xichen-ge has something to say to you," he says.
Jiang Cheng opens his eyes, blinking slow and sleepy.
Lan Xichen steps forward. His eyes are wet and his bottom lip trembles as he drops to his knees in front of Jiang Cheng and lays his forehead down on the edge of the bed, head bowed as if in penance.
"I'm sorry," he whispers.
Jiang Cheng comes fully awake at that, sitting up.
"What for?" he asks, bewildered.
Lan Xichen bites his lip, but lifts his head a little as Jiang Cheng cups his cheeks, only to bury his face into Jiang Cheng's lap instead. Jiang Cheng can feel wetness against his skin.
He makes a quiet noise, curling one hand into Lan Xichen's hair.
"What's wrong?" he murmurs, concerned.
"It's my fault," Lan Xichen mutters.
"What is?" Jiang Cheng coaxes.
Lan Xichen sniffs.
"If I hadn't applied that talisman without asking, if I hadn't forgotten about it, you would not have been in pain," he mutters. "I'm sorry."
Jiang Cheng sighs.
"Lan Xichen," he begins, before sighing again. "It's okay. I wasn't in a lot of pain. I was just disoriented and half-asleep."
Lan Xichen finally raises his head.
"But you wouldn't have been disoriented if not for me putting the sleep charm on you without asking or telling you," he whimpers. "I shouldn't have done any of that without asking."
Jiang Cheng looks helplessly towards the others. Nie Mingjue shrugs, as if to say: We tried.
"Er-ge has been quite inconsolable," Jin Guangyao says.
Lan Xichen lays his head back down, sniffling against Jiang Cheng's knee, and Jiang Cheng smooths a hand over his hair and gently tips his chin up.
"I accept your apology," he says.
But that only makes Lan Xichen's lips turn down further.
"I'm sorry," he whispers again, even more miserably.
Jiang Cheng sighs.
"Me accepting your apology isn't going to make you feel any better, is it?" he asks wryly.
Lan Xichen does not answer, just lays his head back down in Jiang Cheng's lap miserably. Jiang Cheng sighs again.
"Alright," he says brusquely. "What will make you feel better?"
Lan Xichen bites his lip, seeming to think about it. Then finally, he licks his lips, and closes his eyes.
"You should punish me," he whispers.
"Punish you?" Jiang Cheng repeats incredulously, and pauses. "How?"
"However you like," Lan Xichen says.
Jiang Cheng looks up at the others again. As he does so, however, he catches sight of the tub by the bed, filled with murky water.
An idea comes to him.
"Alright then," he says.
Lan Xichen blinks, and then looks up at him.
"Alright?" he asks, hopeful.
Jiang Cheng nods, and then smirks, just a little, as he draws his thumb slowly across Lan Xichen's cheekbone, and leans in.
"Go and fetch a tub of clean water," he whispers, "and a bamboo tube."
Notes:
Pairings in top/bottom format: Wen Ning/Jiang Cheng (yep, that's all for this chapter).
Kinks: extreme cum inflation, AFTERCARE, medical kink (WN is being all doctorly), enema, gentle sex
Warning:
Mention of attempted but unsuccessful child murder: In this chapter, JC and JGY have a heart-to-heart after JC realizes that his huge belly is making JGY recall Qin Su's pregnancy. During the conversation, JC mentions the fact that there had recently been an unsuccessful attempt on Jin Rusong's life. They speak briefly about the assassination attempt.Next chapter is going to be sub!LXC, and hopefully some NMJ/LWJ with bottom!LWJ on the side. But the bulk of the chapter is going to focus on 3zun and JC domming LXC. I think this might be my first time writing bottom/sub!LXC of such length so I've realized that I really need some suggestions! What do you guys want to see for the next chapter?! Feel free to leave any suggestions in the comments below, in reply to my chapter tweet, or if you're shy and want to stay anonymous, you can also drop me a Curious Cat ask.
Please also check out the lovely (NSFW) fanart by chengszidian for this fic!!
That all said, do you guys smell the hint of a plot beginning to creep in? I'm apparently addicted to plots, so the gangbang series following the end of this fic will probably include a JGY redemption arc, which will be driven by copious amounts of kinky sex. ONE GANGBANG TO SAVE THE WORLD. I'm also going to have to retcon the fact that WWX is in MXY's body in this fic so that we can have MXY and Jin Rusong both alive and happy in the rest of the series!
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