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Wei Wuxian was tired of waiting. In order to carry out this little scheme of his he had been waiting for almost forty minutes on his knees, hidden under the white tablecloth while all around him the sound of steps echoed across the hall, servants getting everything ready for dinner.
He had been meaning to surprise his husband and this was the best idea his kinky brains could come up with. But he was an impatient man by nature and the knowledge of what he was about to do was just adding to his mounting nervousness and arousal.
Finally, he heard the voices of the Lan disciples coming in, each taking their designated seat. He remained as still as a rock as thighs clad in white framed his sides, caging him left and right but never actually getting to touch him, for the person who was meant to sit in front of him had yet to come.
Everybody started eating in the Lan signature silence and still there was no trace of Lan Wangji. Just when Wei Wuxian was about to give up and reveal himself from under the table in exasperation his husband made his appearance, sitting gracefully and positioning his crotch right in front of Wei Wuxian’s face, exactly where he wanted.
Truly sick of waiting, Wei Wuxian leapt out.
***
Contrary to his normal behavior Lan Qiren came in late to the dinner hall but it was justified, of course. A minor disturbance had perturbed the Cloud Recesses outer barrier. Nothing to worry about since his younger nephew had offered to skip dinner and take care of the matter himself.
Even though he was obviously late no disciple dared to look twice in his direction, too well educated to chastise their master. Lan Qiren calmly took the seat next to his older nephew, which usually belonged to Wangji, so there wouldn’t be an awkward space in between the two.
Little did he expect the hand that crept up his thigh and palmed his manhood, slow and tentative. Lan Qiren’s mind stopped working.
Okay, what in the three realms-.
He needed a minute to process what was happening, to overcome the shock. But indeed, he was not imagining things. The intruding hand was real, bold and disrespectful in his actions, impudent enough to touch a revered Lan teacher and elder.
When he came back to his senses Lan Qiren was seething with rage. Just who was insolent enough to lay their dirty paws on him? Unfortunately, he had no way of knowing. The tablecloth covered this deviant of a person completely.
In the meantime, while Lan Qiren was occupied putting his thoughts in order, one hand became two and the petting turned into shameless groping. To Lan Qiren’s dismay the soft caresses up his thighs and the sensuous ministrations managed to awake something in his body that had been sleeping for a long time. A very long time.
He almost felt his soul fly away in self disgust as his cock slowly but steadily filled up with blood until it was solid enough for the person between his legs to start mouthing at it over the cloth, which only made things worse.
That was it. This could not go on for any longer. Lan Qiren would not permit it. He took a decisive glance at his nephew to his right, about to tell him what was happening under the table when realization struck him like thunderbolt.
What was he supposed to say again? That the high and severe elder Lan Qiren sported a hard-on because some rascal decided to molest him a little? In public at that. He also couldn’t just stand up and leave. The bulge in his pants would be too obvious and he was not sure he could live with the shameful knowledge that all his disciples had seen him like this. Oh no, he would rather abandon cultivation.
So, he resorted to his last mean of defense. He lowered a hand to try and stop the other by force. He felt his way up the other’s face, following the line of a strong jaw - so this was a man, ugh- and cradled a soft and full cheek. Ready to deliver a mighty slap he tensed in preparation only to be cut short the moment two of his fingers were enveloped by a velvety and wet cavern which sucked intently on them as if they were another specific part of Lan Qiren’s body… The shameless cut-sleeve!!
Lan Qiren’s actions only seemed to spur the man on and, detaching himself from the now soaked digits grinning mockingly, he got a hold of the cultivator’s robes, deftly undoing the ties with practiced ease and lowering his pants just enough to free his standing member.
Lan Qiren gasped in surprise, not believing the lengths the man was taking things but he still tried to maintain a neutral face. That proved to be impossible when his cock was swallowed whole, no warm-up, no warnings nor notice ahead of time, just an overwhelming warmth that made his hips buck up into the heat.
The almost unnoticeable keening noise that followed made him want to stand up in horror. That would have been the case had his nephew, Lan Xichen, not chosen that particular moment to speak to him in a hushed worried voice.
“Uncle, I have noticed you almost didn’t touch your food. Is the meal today not to your liking? Are you feeling unwell? Your face is all red.”
He felt the bastard bottoming and nuzzling his face against crotch while at the same time he tried to come up with a good excuse, “N-nothing of the sort.” He coughed to clear his slightly husky voice. “I am just concerned over a few incidents regarding the outer barrier. Wangji is taking care of it, but no talking while eating”.
He really tried to will his voice not to waver but he wasn’t very sure he sounded convincing. Pulling out his best impersonation of himself Lan Qiren remained perfectly still even though his lungs were aching with repressed pants.
Lan Xichen gave him his usual polite smile, “Oh, I understand.” As if he could really even start to comprehend what was actually happening right this moment. “Please, don’t bother yourself too much uncle. Brother is a capable man and it will do you good to take a rest from sect matters and paperwork.” He said, seeming genuinely relieved and, thankfully, unsuspecting.
With a last sharp nod the conversation ended there but the problem in his legs accentuated when the hidden man let go of his cock to take a deep breath, only to dig in straight away, picking a rhythm that threatened to make Lan Qiren lose his grip on his self-control.
It felt unlike anything he had experienced before, as if this was not the first time the molester did such a thing. He took him in his mouth with ease, his technique impeccable, plump lips sealed tight around him, making the slide all the more delicious.
It may have been the situation itself or it may have been just a normal physical response to the vibrations produced by the low whimpering noises the man started making which travelled all along his length. Maybe he had been played with for too long, but Lan Qiren found himself unable to fight back anymore. His thoughts blurred into incoherence except for a single idea his mind seemed to focus on: there was no escaping this.
The worst part of it, Lan Qiren realized, was that he was starting to enjoy the onslaught of pleasure raining on him. Heat was pouring low in his stomach as the seconds ticked by, piling deep inside him, and he found himself laying back on his seat, gasping softly, eyes heavily lidded as his body jerked in time with the man’s sweet motions.
The wet pop of his cock being released took him out of his reverie, the man underneath deciding to change tactics and opting for teasing the elder. A delicate almost tender peck on his cockhead, followed by a trail of open mouthed kisses down his shaft to the base of his dick, only to trail back up in a long thick lick, tongue flattened to reach as much skin as possible. The prodding on his slit made Lan Qiren clench his teeth, not wanting to give the other the satisfaction of hearing him moan openly.
The man gave his mouth a break after a while but never stopped his ministrations, unrelentingly pumping the dick up and down with his hand. Lan Qiren just shoved a mouthful of his food and took it as composedly as he could.
He almost grunted in annoyance when his dick was totally released, left to cool in the air, twitching and painfully hard. Call it intuition, but he felt as if that brat was trying to muffle a laugh even though his current situation, giving head to be specific, shouldn’t be that amusing.
He wondered if the other planned on leaving him like that and unconsciously rocked his hips forward at the thought. He remained in this predicament, leaking and wanting, but not lowering himself to the point of asking for it, -he still had his pride- only rewarded with kitten licks from time to time that served to keep him rock hard but never actually providing any relief.
Right the moment he was at the verge of breaking the one underneath run out of patient before he could get any more weird ideas. Suddenly, he resumed his sucking on him. Properly. He did it slowly at first, alternating mouth and hand to pleasure him, but steadily picked up his pace until he was viciously blowing the hell out of Lan Qiren.
The poor man was utterly wrecked. He could feel the wetness of a tongue easing the way to a tight throat that not only welcomed him without any protests, but was happy to enclose the hardness and willingly swallow around him, trying to take him further down his body. Those fluttering walls were heaven and hell, both at once.
He had long since reached the limits of his composure, long since gave up remaining indifferent. Now he could only focus on his release, make this torture end as soon as possible, proprierty be damned.
Lan Qiren was near, he knew, but despite the intensity of the head bobbing between his legs he still needed something to throw him off the edge. Lost in his own world of sparks and bliss Lan Qiren was totally unprepared for the hard suck around the tip of his cock that followed, and it was all it took to have him coming inside that devilish mouth, harder and longer than he had ever before.
He actually thought the tremors running wild down his spine would never stop. He rode the aftershocks of the orgasm helped by the other man who milked every drop of essence out of him by pumping and massaging his dick, aligning the rod with his mouth to devour his hard earned reward.
Humming, he seemed content just enjoying his meal, at least for now. After all, it still was dinner time.
***
Wei Wuxian actually felt pretty satisfied with himself. He had made the great Hanguang-jun succumb to his ministrations. The man didn’t even try to stop his mischievous husband which made serving him like that all the more flattering.
He continued sucking on the cock in front of him, grinning around it in delight, until it was twitching with hypersensitivity. He didn’t stop though. It was a little game of them. To take each other apart until they couldn’t anymore only to continue to drive the other insane up until they were aroused again.
He almost choked on his own spit when the cock suddenly thrusted in, landing fat and hard on his throat. Huh, that was faster than usual, and rougher, but he didn’t mind. He could take everything his beloved husband handed his way.
Wei Wuxian relaxed his throat when a overheated hand cradled the back of his head, fixing him in the right position before the cock plummeted forward, returning the same harsh treatment Wei Wuxian had been delivering scarce minutes before.
At first he had thought the taste and the shape was a little off as if it wasn’t quite the same as always but right now he couldn't think of anything but the dick fucking the insides of his mouth as if looking for revenge. Fine, he guessed he deserved a bit of a punishment.
Tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks when the hand pulled at his hair and commanded him to match the movements of his head with the rocking of those snapping hips.
Wei Wuxian moaned once and then discovered he couldn’t stop. He had been excited and on edge for too long. He couldn’t help himself from slipping a hand, the same he had been using to masturbated the other, and give his dripping dick a well-earned tug before fisting tightly and moving his hips into it desperately.
He loved been used, he loved being ravaged from whatever entrance his husband felt like destroying that day and his only wish was to be gifted with his Lan Zhan’s cum as often as possible. With that in mind he made an effort to relax his jaw and squeezed his throat as tight as he could, constricting the member. It seemed to work, the cock brutally ramming in and out his slack mouth nonstop.
His pace stuttered and a few jerky thrusts after he felt that mouthwatering cock exploding inside of him yet again, feeding him the come he had been craving since he came up with this plan. The hand at the back of his head almost suffocated him when it made him take everything the other was providing, whether he liked it or not, lodging that cock inside for a glorious moment.
The cum trailed down his throat in hot spurts, thick and endless, the most he had received in one go in a long time. His nose tickled with the pubes in front of him. He felt like he was about to choke and tried to back off a bit but the hand pushed him back down violently, hips grinding against his face.
That only served to excite him even further. Fuck, it was a huge turn on! His hand gripped impossibly tighter on his dick, eyes rolling to the back of his head and he was done for. He came just like that, masturbating in public, under the table where everyone could hear or and see, airways blocked by his husband’s huge cock, ready to pass out from lack of oxygen. Mind blown to oblivion.
He wished he could stay like that forever.
***
Lan Qiren thought it was impossible to come as intensely as the first time but he was proven wrong by his traitor of a body. He hadn’t planned on participating actively in any of this but then again, he couldn’t just stand up while hard and his penis hadn’t being exactly cooperating. Once more wouldn’t make too much of a difference, he supposed.
Anyways, it was finally over. His dick went limp after orgasming a second time, slipping out from the other’s mouth with a wet sound. He had made sure to come inside so there wouldn’t be a mess left behind when he stood.
There were no loose ends, no incriminating proof. He would just wait until no disciple was in sight to kill the unsuspecting man below. If he thought he would be forgiven just because he had had to use his mouth he was down for a surprise.
As soon as everybody had left the hall he quickly tucked himself back into his pants and jumped to his feet, tackling his chair down. He ripped the white cloth from the table in a fit of anger only to discover the dazed expression of his in-law underneath.
He paled. Then went red in embarrassment, then green and white again. His legs wobbled under his weight when all strength left him, knees giving out. Lan Qiren landed on his butt amidst a flutter of robes, not able to move or say a single word.
Wei Wuxian looked at him no less horrified. He was utterly debauched. A telltale trail of sperm trickled down his chin. His hair was a mess, ponytail all crooked and loose. His face and neck were tinged a deep shade of red. His eyes were wet with his tears and he was still unable to catch his breath.
However, none of it made him die inside more than the sight of Wei Wuxian, his nephew’s husband goddammit, still grabbing his spent cock. Discovering he was the one who had blown him while masturbating was way too much for his fragile soul. The sticky puddle between Wei Wuxian’s legs was not helping either.
He took a resolution. He would stand up and confess to Wangji or else he would never be able to sleep in peace again. He would accept any punishment his nephew deemed fit. He weakly spun around... just to meet the petrified figure of his younger nephew standing in the doorway.
Lan Wangji stared at him in the eye, took in his unkempt demeanour. Then he looked at his husband and gasped, eyes widening in disbelief.
“What…” He started, “What exactly happened here.”
But there was no need to explain. The situation was clearly laid out in the open so Lan Qiren could only lower his gaze, unable to meet his nephew’s interrogating one.
“L-Lan Zhan” Wei Wuxian said while he hurriedly tried to make himself presentable. “Lan Zhan! It was an accident! It was my fault.”
After an almost incomprehensible explanation only Lan Wangji seemed to be able to understand the man hummed in relief but did not relax. He was exuding possessiveness when he took his Wei Ying’s hand and led him to the Jingshi.
The only words he directed to his uncle were a short, still disturbed ‘apologies for Wei Ying’s impulsiveness’ and a firmer ‘I will make sure it never happens again’ to which Wei Wuxian shuddered in foreboding excitement and fear before they were gone.
This gays were about to kill him.