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“A-Ling?” Jiang Cheng calls out, knuckles tapping firmly against the door three times, “Are you alright? You’ve been in there for almost two hours!”
Not a sound comes from the bathroom on the other side of the door, and he’s getting increasingly anxious. What if something happened? What if he’d slipped and hit his head, or fallen unconscious and drowned in the tub? He knows it’s not very likely, Jin Ling is a healthy young man and his golden core is strong, it’s unlikely most everyday injuries could harm him too much, but he can’t help it, he’s a jiujiu, he worries. He really has been in there a very long time. Longer than even most young men might spend in the bath doing… messy activities.
Plus, it’s the boy’s twentieth birthday today, and he’d planned a nice dinner with all his favorite dishes, and it’s sitting on the table in Jiang Cheng’s outer chambers getting cold.
“Jin Ling! Answer me!” He shouts this time, and without actually waiting for an answer, he lets the anxiety get the best of him and yanks hard on the handle, breaking the lock in the process. It’s not a strong lock, there for the sake of privacy - to stop someone accidentally walking in on someone else - not built to hold up to the strength of a powerful cultivator who wants into a room quickly.
The door slides open and the relief is instant, because Jin Ling is very obviously unharmed, but the sight that greets him is so far from anything he’s expecting that he just stands there in the doorway and stares, mouth slightly agape.
“Ah, fuck.” Swears Lan Jingyi, halfway to the door with a towel in hand, but not yet wrapped around his waist. He’s buck naked, and so is Jin Ling - that part was expected at least, his nephew had supposedly gone to take a bath, after all, and this is the bathroom - on his knees on the tiles surrounding the large, luxurious tub, with an equally naked Lan Sizhui kneeling behind him, holding him upright with an arm around his waist, chin hooked over his shoulder, watching Jiang Cheng with big, innocent looking eyes.
His nephew’s eyes are half-lidded, his jaw slack, a flush across his cheeks and down his chest, and his cock is hard and leaking against his stomach.
Ouyang Zizhen is sitting in the tub, his arms crossed over the edge in front of him, looking like he’d been relaxing before Jiang Cheng had burst in. His eyes flick between Jiang Cheng, Jingyi, and the other two.
It occurs to Jiang Cheng, slightly belatedly, that there is a puddle under Sizhui and Jin Ling, and yet the only one of them who seems to be actually wet is Zizhen.
Jingyi looks helplessly back at Sizhui, and he shifts on his knees, which causes Jin Ling to groan in pleasure, and Jiang Cheng suddenly feels as though all the breath has been squeezed from his lungs. He tries to take a breath. It doesn’t work the way it should.
It’s not- he shouldn’t be reacting this way, that’s his nephew for fuck’s sake. His nephew. He shouldn’t be- he shouldn’t be getting hard.
Sizhui is the next one to speak, “Jiang-Zongzhu! We must have lost track of time, we’re so sorry, it’s just… it’s the little mistresses birthday, and we were just giving him his present.”
Jiang Cheng somehow acquires enough breath to respond, “His birthday present?” He says stupidly, despite it being quite obvious what Sizhui means by that. Then, “What kind of manners are these, Sizhui, you’re not even going to stop fucking my nephew to speak to me?” He asks in disbelief. Normally he can count on Sizhui to have impeccable manners, of the two young Lan men in the room. Jingyi has at least wrapped the towel around himself and is looking slightly nervous and ashamed.
Sizhui just smiles lopsidedly over Jin Ling’s shoulder, “Ah, well, I would, but I think if I pulled out right at this moment it… might be even more rude.”
“A-Yuan!” Jin Ling finally speaks, clearly scandalized, though Jiang Cheng doesn’t really understand why, beyond the general situation, and he hadn’t seemed too fussed a moment before his lover had spoken.
He should really just leave. Fuck Jin Ling’s birthday dinner, the man can have whatever’s left to reheat in the kitchens later if he’s going to choose to abandon his jiujiu’s plans for- for this.
In all honesty, Jiang Cheng can’t really blame him. Getting fucked by three handsome young men as a birthday gift sounds far more appealing than a simple dinner. He could’ve waited until after, though!
As much as he tries to tell himself to just close the door and walk away, though, his feet don’t seem to want to cooperate. Instead, he asks, with a snort, “What could be more rude than having your cock inside of him?” He can’t help but be curious.
Sizhui shifts again, and Jin Ling whimpers, and that really does things to Jiang Cheng that it absolutely shouldn’t, “A-Yuan, no!”
Sizhui doesn’t listen, though, and Jin Ling’s eyes fall shut and he tries to press back onto Sizhui as the other man’s length slides out of him, and suddenly there is a gush of liquid splattering onto the floor beneath them, the puddle growing wider across the tiles. For a moment he’s confused, it looks like mostly water, not seed, and there’s far too much of it for it to be seed, anyway, - even with three men to fill him up - and suddenly Jiang Cheng is blushing as it dawns on him what that liquid might be.
“Did you piss inside of him?” They’re well beyond politeness, at this point, so he doesn’t let himself feel bad for being crass towards Jin Ling’s sweetest, most innocent seeming - it’s definitely seeming, not actually, after today - friend.
Jin Ling is trying to hide his face in Sizhui’s neck, and Sizhui is just looking back at Jiang Cheng with a serene smile. He presses a kiss to the side of Jin Ling’s face, never breaking eye contact with Jiang Cheng.
“Like I said, it’s his birthday present, Jiang-Zongzhu.” The side of his lip curls, just a tiny bit, and there’s a gleam in his eye as he asks, “Would you like to help?”
Jiang Cheng thinks his eyes must be bugging out of his head at that offer, surely Sizhui doesn’t mean to suggest what it sounds like, surely he wouldn’t encourage such forbidden things.
“Sizhui!” Zizhen hisses, “You can’t just ask him to join, he’s- it’s-!” He cuts himself off, mouth clamping shut and looking slightly panicked, like he’s said something he shouldn’t, despite the fact that he’s only stating the obvious, and Sizhui is the one who shouldn’t have said what he said.
Jin Ling is strangely silent, still as a statue in Sizhui’s arms, like he’s holding his breath for Jiang Cheng’s answer.
He realizes, suddenly, that he’s actually considering his answer. He could just say no. He absolutely should just say no. No one expects him to do anything else, he’s sure, despite the look in Sizhui’s eye that tells him at least one person wants him to say yes.
He turns the question over in his head.
A more important question, though, is why hasn’t Jin Ling objected? He’s never been shy about standing up for himself. He’d gotten into plenty of fights for it as a boy, never one to shut up and take being disrespected or forced to do something he didn’t want to be doing. So why hasn’t he shouted at Jiang Cheng to leave already? Why had he only put up a token protest at Sizhui when he’d decided to embarrass him by pulling out and letting all of the piss inside him flow out onto the floor? Why hasn’t he yelled at Sizhui for suggesting such a disgusting, illicit thing?
He realizes he’s been silent for far too long when Jin Ling speaks, sounding slightly upset but far from angry or disgusted, “Jiujiu, ignore him. I’m sorry, we’ll have dinner together tomorrow, I promise.” He’s looking at the floor, not at Jiang Cheng, still flushed, still naked, still hard, and he almost sounds disappointed.
The disappointment is what seals it for Jiang Cheng, “I’ll help.” He forces the words out from between his lips, two terrifying little syllables, and it’s worth it for the surprise on the faces of Jin Ling’s friends, and especially for the way his nephew instantly lights up, his eyes flicking up to meet Jiang Cheng’s. Jin Ling’s cock twitches as they stare at each other, and then Jingyi is laughing, hurrying to shut the door and drag Jiang Cheng further into the room.
He allows this, and further allows Jingyi to begin undressing him, the younger man muttering something about how, “Jiang-Zongzhu won’t want to get bodily fluids on his clothes.” Which sounds like an excuse to Jiang Cheng, especially when Jingyi takes the opportunity to put his hands everywhere he can reach on the bare skin he exposes in the process.
He wonders if he should be at all concerned about Zizhen protesting further, and he’s about to ask, but when he looks over at the young man in the tub, he’s watching Jingyi undress him with evident lust, and Jiang Cheng notices that only one arm is still over the edge of the tub now, the other shoulder moving rhythmically, his arm disappearing into the water.
Jiang Cheng smirks at him, and Zizhen shivers and makes a little noise, “Gods, Jin Ling, why is your uncle so hot? It shouldn’t be allowed.”
Jin Ling, still smiling ever since Jiang Cheng had said yes to joining, just shrugs, “At least you didn’t have to grow up with an uncle that looks like that all the time.” He shoots back, and Jiang Cheng has to wonder how long, exactly, Jin Ling has wanted him for.
Jingyi pulls away - with clear reluctance - to pull Jiang Cheng’s robes off of his shoulders and fold them, leaving one last lingering touch over the trail of soft, dark hair leading down into Jiang Cheng’s pants. It’s a little surprising, actually. He doesn’t normally think of Jingyi as having that much restraint. Maybe he cares what Jiang Cheng thinks, wants to impress him by not making a mess of his clothes and leaving them on the floor to get stepped on or dripped on. Either way, he appreciates it, and maybe the boy deserves a reward for that.
He finally looks away from the other three, and turns on his heel towards where Jingyi is setting his robes on a bench by the wall, taking two swift strides towards him before reaching up and grasping the back of his head, pulling him close and molding their lips together.
Jingyi makes a noise that can only be described as a squeak, and someone else gasps. Jiang Cheng ignores them for the moment, focusing on kissing the young man who is currently melting into his arms.
Until he hears a whine from across the room, “Jiujiu, that’s so unfair! It’s my birthday, you’re supposed to be kissing me.” His nephew complains.
He glances to the side at Jin Ling and Sizhui with a raised eyebrow as Zizhen laughs from the tub, and takes his time before finally breaking the kiss. When he does, he looks back at Jingyi, taking in the redness of his cheeks and lips and the way his eyelids seem a little heavy, and speaks to his nephew without looking at him, “Did I not teach you to share, brat?”
Jin Ling huffs, then bites back a moan, and Jiang Cheng glances over to see Sizhui looking back, watching the two of them, his fist pumping up and down over Jin Ling’s thick shaft.
He swallows, then turns back to Jingyi, reaching down to grope the younger man’s ass with his free hand, dislodging the towel as he slides his hand beneath it. It falls to the floor, and Jiang Cheng’s eyes flick down to take him in, fully naked again, this time with a half-filled cock hanging heavily between his legs. It’s a very appealing sight, he has to admit. Jingyi bites his own lip and leans into him, eyes pleading, and Jiang Cheng gives him another kiss, just a quick peck this time, “I must apologize, but I’m afraid I need to go deal with my nephew.” He says, tone serious and formal, “It’s his birthday, after all.”
Jingyi snorts out a little laugh and lets him go, moving to join Zizhen in the tub as Jiang Cheng approaches Jin Ling and Sizhui.
He stops, hesitant, just out of arm’s reach of the two of them, and just watches Sizhui jerk Jin Ling off for a moment, wondering if he can really do this. He makes up his mind only seconds later, concerns falling away as his nephew frowns up at him and makes grabby hands when he doesn’t come closer. He chuckles and takes the last step, and Jin Ling smiles beatifically up at him, hands grasping at Jiang Cheng’s pant legs as he leans forward to nuzzle at the hard bulge straining at the cloth.
Jiang Cheng answers with a soft, wordless noise, and a hand in his nephew’s hair, pressing his hips forward slightly. He can feel Jin Ling’s hot breath over his cock, his lips running along the length of it, only separated by thin fabric.
Jin Ling is suddenly pulled back and away, and Jiang Cheng’s hand falls from the back of his head. His nephew whines and turns his head to glare at Sizhui for keeping him from his jiujiu’s cock, but Sizhui isn’t looking at him. Sizhui is looking at Jiang Cheng.
He looks hungry, and a little smug, “A-Ling can wait a little longer, can’t he?” The hand that had been jerking Jin Ling off until a moment ago beckons Jiang Cheng closer, and he complies, amusedly, stepping around to the side of them, doing his best to avoid the puddle.
He looks down at Sizhui and raises one eyebrow, “Did you want the first taste, Sizhui?” He smirks, “I didn’t think you Lans were so selfish.”
The hand on Jin Ling’s chest skims across his skin teasingly as Sizhui speaks, his other hand deftly untying Jiang Cheng’s pants. Jiang Cheng lets him, and does not attempt to assist, “Not selfish, Jiang-Zongzhu. He likes being teased a bit. He’ll enjoy it more if he’s forced to wait. I’m simply looking out for his best interests.” Sizhui reasons innocently. He tugs Jiang Cheng’s pants down his hips a bit, and his cock springs free.
He hums in answer to the words, and then gasps as Sizhui wraps a hand around the base of his shaft and - wasting no time - takes him halfway into his mouth. He’s good with his mouth, Jiang Cheng is learning rapidly. Very good.
Jin Ling whimpers again, and Jiang Cheng tears his attention away from Sizhui’s pretty eyes and prettier lips wrapped around his cock to see that his nephew’s head is turned to watch, and he’s dragging his own fist slowly up over his cock, like he wants the feeling but doesn’t want to come just yet. Teasing himself.
“Jin Ling!” Zizhen scolds, and Jin Ling’s hand leaves his cock with a huff, reaching back for Sizhui instead, gripping his hips, leaning back against him more heavily. Jiang Cheng feels Sizhui shift slightly to hold him up better, but the young Lan man does not stop sucking him off.
Jin Ling closes his eyes and groans, frustrated, “It’s my birthday!” He whines, “Someone needs to hurry up and touch me!”
Jingyi snickers from the tub, where he’s situated comfortably now, leaning back against the far edge, watching the other three. Jiang Cheng can’t see well through the water, but he and Zizhen appear to be trading handjobs while they enjoy the view.
“Little mistress is so impatient.” Jingyi laughs, “Is three men fucking and pissing inside you not enough, hm? He needs his jiujiu to take a turn to satisfy him?”
Jin Ling doesn’t respond, just blushes, glancing ashamedly up at Jiang Cheng and then away again, despite the fact that Jiang Cheng is already well aware of everything Jingyi has said. He reaches forward with the hand that isn’t resting on Sizhui’s jaw, and tucks a bit of hair that’s fallen from Jin Ling’s ponytail back behind his ear carefully, and his nephew looks up at him with a pout, “Jiujiu…”
He sounds so pathetic, and Jiang Cheng is well aware that it’s mostly put on, but he takes pity anyway, “Is that what you need, baobei?”
Jin Ling’s breath hitches and he nods, vigorously, and Jiang Cheng looks back down at Sizhui, who pulls off of his cock with a wet ‘pop’. Sizhui climbs to his feet, making sure Jin Ling is no longer leaning on him as he extracts himself, and then presses a daring little kiss to Jiang Cheng’s lips, “Thank you, Jiang-Zongzhu.” He smiles, and Zizhen scoffs from the tub.
“A-Yuan, you’re not supposed to thank someone for the opportunity to suck their dick.” He laughs.
Jingyi looks at him, then back at Jiang Cheng, “Actually, I think it’s warranted when said dick belongs to Sandu Shengshou.” He says, and Jiang Cheng looks at him incredulously. He can’t tell if the other man is serious or- or making fun of him somehow. Given his earlier reactions when kissing him, though, he suspects he’s being entirely serious.
Sizhui pulls his attention back with a hand stroking almost longingly down his stomach and another quick kiss to his jaw, and smiles sweetly at him, “He’s serious.” He says, like he’s read Jiang Cheng’s mind, and that’s a bit unsettling, “He’s had a crush on you since he was thirteen.” He continues, with a slight upturn at the corner of his lips.
“Sizhui!” Jingyi splutters, “So have you!” He cries out defensively, water sloshing as he sits up straighter.
Zizhen pushes him back down into a comfortable slump against the side of the tub, rolling his eyes, “Who hasn’t?” He gestures at Jiang Cheng, “Look at him. Sizhui still shouldn’t be thanking him for doing him a favor, though.” Jiang Cheng is inclined to agree, though he doesn’t particularly care either way.
“Hey,” Jin Ling calls out, getting everyone’s attention, “I love all of you so fucking much, but can you please shut the fuck up so I can get the birthday sex I’ve wanted since I was thirteen?” Well, that answers one question, Jiang Cheng supposes, “You’re distracting him.”
“Sorry, sorry!” Sizhui laughs lightly and bends down to press a kiss to the top of Jin Ling’s head, and then walks the last few steps to the tub.
“Wait!” Jin Ling cries out, and Sizhui turns back, eyes questioning, “The, um. You forgot to…” Jin Ling trails off. He’s blushing even harder now, and he gestures at his hair, though Jiang Cheng doesn’t understand what that means. Was Sizhui supposed to let his hair down for him? Why would that make him blush like that, though?
Sizhui makes a thoughtful face for a moment, and then shrugs, glancing at Jiang Cheng before turning and stepping into the bath, “Why don’t you let him do it today?” He sinks down into the water with a long, contented sigh, eyes closing briefly as he settles on Zizhen’s other side, snaking a hand around his waist, head against his shoulder.
Jin Ling looks up at Jiang Cheng, slightly nervous, then down at the floor, “Can you, um.” He mumbles something that Jiang Cheng doesn’t catch, cheeks burning fiercely, and gestures to his hair again.
Bemused, he kneels down in front of Jin Ling and pulls the sleek silver hairpin out of his hair, and Jin Ling looks a little bit relieved for some reason, until he goes to remove the rest of the trappings keeping his hair up, and Jiang Cheng pauses, confused.
“He wants you to stick it in his dick.” Jingyi calls helpfully from the tub, voice laced with glee. He’s clearly enjoying himself, “The hairpin.” He clarifies.
Jiang Cheng looks between the two of them with wide eyes, and when Jin Ling doesn’t make any noise to the contrary, he looks at the hairpin in his hand in a new light. It’s clearly expensive. Simple enough that it’s not ostentatious, but with an fairly intricate raised pattern all along the body that clearly would have taken much time and expertise to craft. It’s quite thick at the top, tapered down the length, with a small carving of an orchid adorning the thick end.
It’s truly quite beautiful.
He looks down at Jin Ling’s cock, and wonders at the strange things people seem to find pleasurable. Today has certainly been a learning experience. He tilts his head and gently grasps Jin Ling’s cock, huffing at him when his hips twitch up into Jiang Cheng’s hand, “Hold still.” He orders, and Jin Ling does his best, fists clenched on the tops of his thighs, eyes closed, waiting, tense like a taut bowstring as Jiang Cheng considers his task.
The slit of his nephew’s cock oozes clear, slick fluid as he slides the thin end of the hairpin inside of it carefully. Jin Ling shivers at the sensation, breath coming out in short gasps as Jiang Cheng presses down ever so slightly on the end, pushing it deeper inside of him. He’s careful not to push too hard, in case he meets resistance. He doesn’t want to injure him, or cause him pain, and he doesn’t really know how this works, having never done it before, but it seems to slide into him just fine, until the flared, carved flower is all that remains visible.
When he pulls back, Jin Ling is shaking slightly, mouth open and eyes closed, and his hips jerk up again as soon as Jiang Cheng’s finger is gone from the end of the ornament.
Jiang Cheng holds his nephew’s cock in his hand, reverently running his thumb around the flare of the head, and brings his other hand up to cup the side of Jin Ling’s face with light fingers. Jin Ling’s eyes remain closed, but his head turns slightly, leaning into the touch. Jiang Cheng just stares for a moment, watching his face as he gives him teasing touches, and then he leans in slowly, so slowly, as though he’s waiting for someone to stop him, to give them a chance, as if he isn’t already doing much more forbidden things to Jin Ling than a simple kiss.
When their lips meet, Jin Ling whimpers, and the response is instantaneous; warm lips press back against his eagerly, no hesitation, no uncertainty. Jiang Cheng finds himself hoping desperately as they kiss that this won’t be the only time, that he’ll be able to do this again and again and again. Today, and in the future. Jingyi and Sizhui’s kisses had been nice, yes, but they can hold no candle to the way his nephew’s lips press against his confidently, urgently, aggressive yet somehow still yielding.
Someone in the bath whistles appreciatively, but Jiang Cheng’s eyes are closed in bliss, so he’s not sure who the sound comes from. It doesn’t matter. None of them matter more than the man he’s touching now.
The man who is touching him now, lips still locked in a fierce kiss, hands reaching forward to pull his uncle closer. One of them grips the back of his neck and the other finds his cock, fingers wrapping around him, feeling the weight of him and mapping the length of him. His thumb runs over Jiang Cheng’s slit, pausing for just a moment to press down and rub, and Jin Ling happily swallows the noise Jiang Cheng makes into the kiss, hands continuing to explore.
As they kiss, Jiang Cheng reaches down again and touches the silver flower, grasping it between two fingers as he holds Jin Ling’s cock steady with his other hand, and gently lifts it out halfway before pushing it back in as he’d done before. It slides easily, and his nephew shudders and makes a very high pitched little noise into his mouth, so he does it again, and then again, until Jin Ling hands are shaking again where they touch Jiang Cheng.
Another hand taps him on the shoulder, and he opens his eyes and breaks the kiss to find Zizhen holding a small jar out toward him from the tub. Zizhen nods at the jar, “He’s already stretched, but you’ll need this. Especially since the oil tends to get washed out when you take a piss inside him.”
Jiang Cheng can feel the heat coloring his cheeks at that thought as he takes the jar from Zizhen’s hand and nods. Before he can use it, though, Jin Ling snatches it from his hand, quickling pouring a small amount into his own hand before pressing the jar back into Jiang Cheng’s open palm and wrapping his own hand back around his jiujiu’s cock. He strokes him quickly, just a few times, coating Jiang Cheng with the oil, and then pulls his hand away abruptly, wiping the excess oil off on his own thigh.
He looks up and meets Jiang Cheng’s eyes, pleading silently, and Jiang Cheng presses another kiss to his lips before he moves to shuck the rest of his clothing off and position himself behind his nephew. He pays no mind to the puddle, kneeling in it as he situates himself.
He places a hand on the middle of Jin Ling’s back, gentle but firm, and pushes him forward and down until his forearms are on the tile floor, and then he nudges at the inside of the young man’s thigh, “Wider.”
Jin Ling does not resist being positioned, willingly allowing himself to be pushed down til he’s head down and ass up, and obediently spreading his legs. He bows his back a bit, presenting his wet, clearly used hole for Jiang Cheng’s regard.
He hums appreciatively at the sight as he places a hand on Jin Ling’s asscheek, thumb spreading him open slightly, and drips oil - straight from the jar - just above his entrance. Jin Ling’s breath hitches at the cold drizzle of viscous liquid. Jiang Cheng watches it slide down his skin for a few moments, and then uses three fingers to gather up the drops trailing down the back of his balls, sweeping them back up towards the winking hole and slipping inside.
His nephew presses back to get his fingers in deeper and moans loudly as he curls them and finds the spot that will bring the younger man the most pleasure, thrusting in and out a few times and making sure to aim just right.
“Jiujiu,” Jin Ling begs, “Jiujiu please, I need-” He cuts himself off with another moan, and Jiang Cheng smiles.
“I know,” He pats his nephew’s ass, “I know.” He pulls his fingers out and grips Jin Ling by the hips, pulling him back and down onto his cock. He leans forward over him, balancing with one hand on the cold tiles so he can keep the other on Jin Ling’s hip. He presses his forehead into the back of Jin Ling’s neck, “Fuck.” He groans, with feeling, “How are you still so tight after three men?” He asks incredulously.
Jin Ling just answers with a moan and starts trying to move, to fuck himself on Jiang Cheng’s cock, and he has to laugh at how desperate the boy is, but he doesn’t keep him waiting any longer, sitting back on his heels, one hand squeezing Jin Ling’s ass and the other still on his hip, setting a rapid pace.
Jin Ling just takes it, happily and easily, pushing back against him with every thrust and making his pleasure known, loud and unashamed. It occurs to Jiang Cheng, as he’s fucking him, to wonder how he hadn’t heard anything before he’d walked in. He glances at the door - momentarily distracted by the thought - and realizes there is a silencing talisman on the wall next to it. Ah. He returns his attention to making sure to brush against Jin Ling’s prostate on every thrust, and is rewarded by an even louder moan on the next one.
His rhythm starts to falter as he gets close, and he leans forward a bit, pressing Jin Ling into the floor with a hand between his shoulder blades, hips stuttering as he spills inside of his nephew with a long, low moan.
Jin Ling curses into his arm as Jiang Cheng fills him up with his fourth load of seed that day, trying to keep moving on his uncle’s cock, but Jiang Cheng stops him, sliding an arm under Jin Ling’s chest and pulling him up and back until he’s practically sitting in Jiang Cheng’s lap, legs spread wide, knees on either side of Jiang Cheng’s folded beneath him, and Jin Ling whimpers again as he’s forced to sit still on Jiang Cheng’s cock, the older man’s arms wrapped around him, holding him against his body.
Jin Ling melts back into his arms once he realizes he’s not getting the ride he wants, turning his head to kiss Jiang Cheng again, deep and heated, and Jiang Cheng simply waits as his cock softens, until his erection has flagged enough to do his part in truly filling Jin Ling up.
When he reaches that point, he slides a hand from Jin Ling’s stomach down to his cock, stroking two fingers up the front of it teasingly. He hooks his chin over his nephew’s shoulder and watches the way his thick, lovely cock twitches as he touches it, listens to the way Jin Ling is breathing hard, feels the way his chest heaves with each breath.
He takes him in, every little detail, and then he fists his nephew’s cock properly, pumps his hand up and down firmly, and sighs out a heavy breath of his own as he relaxes enough to let his bladder go, warm piss leaving his now mostly soft cock, only to be trapped inside of Jin Ling.
Well, mostly trapped.
Some of it stays in him, but as he continues to relieve himself inside of his nephew, plenty of it leaks down and out, getting his thighs wet and adding to the puddle of piss beneath them.
“Fuck, Jiujiu, fuck.” Jin Ling’s vocabulary seems to have been reduced to two words, that he repeats several times as Jiang Cheng fills him to the brim and beyond and jerks him off, and before Jiang Cheng is done pissing he’s already coming with a sob, the fingers of one hand digging hard into Jiang Cheng’s side where he’s holding on seemingly for dear life. Jiang Cheng watches, rapt, as his nephew’s come oozes out of him - only partially blocked by the hairpin - and slides slowly down the head of his cock until it meets his fist, making the slide of his hand slick and loud.
He strokes him through it, slowing down a bit, and then an idea settles in his mind, “Has he relieved himself recently?” He asks the occupants of the tub, though his eyes stay on his nephew’s cock and the way it twitches in his hand with the last waves of his orgasm.
Zizhen answers, “No, not since right after lunch, I don’t think.”
Jiang Cheng hums an acknowledgment, and then he moves his hand slightly, and begins rubbing the head of Jin Ling’s cock around the hairpin.
Jin Ling squirms a bit, gasping out a little ‘ah’, and then moments later he’s jerking and writhing in Jiang Cheng’s arms, and the noises he makes are more like gasping sobs than heavy breaths, and Jiang Cheng has to hold him tight around the waist to keep him on his cock, to keep all that liquid inside him as his hips buck desperately and his body tries to get away from the overstimulation.
“Jiujiu.” Is the only intelligible word his nephew gets out before his cock starts dripping a different liquid this time, and then suddenly the hairpin is clinking against the tile, Jin Ling’s piss erupts from his cock in a forceful, impressive arc, making a new puddle in front of them.
Jiang Cheng makes a satisfied little noise near Jin Ling’s ear, and finally stops torturing his nephew, his hand moving down against to hold him and gently stroke with one thumb as he pisses on the floor, “Good boy.” He praises, “My boy, my baobei.” He kisses Jin Ling’s jaw softly, and presses the sides of their faces together.
Jin Ling just shudders against him, sobs still occasionally wracking his body, but now that the overwhelming, almost painful stimulation is gone, he’s no longer trying to get away, no longer writhing and squirming, just sinks back into Jiang Cheng’s arms again and lets his bladder continue emptying while Jiang Cheng and his friends watch.
When the last drops trickle out of him, he’s mostly regained control of himself, and he groans, satisfied, “Fuck.” He turns his head enough to look sideways at Jiang Cheng, giving him a suspicious look, “How the hell did you know that would make me piss myself?” He asks with a raised eyebrow, “Not that I’m complaining, of course.”
Jiang Cheng can feel himself blushing a bit as he shrugs, hand running over his nephew’s toned stomach, “Call it a hunch.” It’s not exactly something he’d ever tested, just a feeling he’d noticed when he’d touched himself sometimes. And he’d always liked a bit of overstimulation after an orgasm, it made it all more intense. He probably should have asked first, but well, Jin Ling doesn’t seem like he minds, so he supposes it doesn’t matter now.
Jin Ling presses his face into Jiang Cheng’s and shifts in his lap, “Jiujiu,” He pouts, “Carry me into the bath.”
Jiang Cheng laughs, but he kisses that pout softly and acquiesces, “Yes, little mistress.” He moves back, hands on Jin Ling’s hips so he can’t follow, and slips out of Jin Ling’s body, watching with interest as all of the fluid he’d put inside of his nephew flows out and onto the floor beneath them.
He absolutely won’t be leaving this to the servants to clean, that would simply be unfair to them. And also mortifying, even if they don’t think he was involved. He is not going to let gossip circulate about his nephew. Fortunately, given the circumstances, this doesn’t mean he has to do it himself. It’s Jin Ling’s birthday, so he doesn’t have to help, but Jiang Cheng has three able young men to clean it up for him. It’s mostly their fault, anyway. He wonders whose idea it was in the first place, and if this is the first time they’ve done this.
The hairpin thing certainly wasn’t the first time, he’s sure of that.
The two puddles have met, now, and formed one single big one, and Jiang Cheng reaches around Jin Ling to pick up the silver hair ornament sitting in the middle of the piss. Then, he shifts his grip on Jin Ling, hefting him into his arms bridal style. The younger man throws his arms around Jiang Cheng’s neck and grins up at him, wide and bright, and Jiang Cheng carefully carries him over to the bath and lowers himself into it with Jin Ling still clinging to him.
He removes the arm underneath Jin Ling’s knees once they’re settled, his nephew sitting sideways on his lap, and swishes the hairpin around in the water for a few seconds to clean it. He lifts it out of the water and examines it for anything but water, finds it clean, and slips it back into Jin Ling’s hair delicately.
Jin Ling flushes again at the reminder of that particular part of their activities, and Jiang Cheng can’t help but smile. His nephew is adorable when he’s embarrassed.
“So!” Jingyi disturbs the calm water by moving to plop himself down next to Jiang Cheng, taking Jin Ling’s legs into his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world as he presses his bare side up against Jiang Cheng’s, “Do I have to wait for my birthday to get you to do all of that to me?” He says with a salacious grin.
Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes, but he snakes a hand behind Jingyi’s back and grabs his waist firmly, pulling him closer against his side. He looks over at the other two across the tub, making eye contact with each of them in turn, “Give me half an hour. For the the fucking, anyway. I don’t think I’ve got any more piss inside me.” He gives them a hard look, and adds, “And know you’ll be cleaning up all of this mess, after.”
Jingyi just laughs, “Oh, A-Yuan would have made us do that anyway.”
Jiang Cheng gives Sizhui an approving look. Innocent or not, he always knew he was a good young man. Maybe he’ll let Sizhui fuck him, he seems worthy of the trust that would require.
Yes, that sounds nice, he thinks as the young man smiles warmly at him from the other side of the tub.