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In spite of what the man is now, overly relaxed demeanor and aloof to the point of it being considered laziness, Jing Yuan was plagued by the stress of his duties. Even in his prime, when he used to rage through the battlefield with his battalion of cloud knights with ease and grace, his mind was more often than not racing to calculate the next courses of action.
Whilst it was understandable his struggles, like all things it got to the point of annoyance. The majority of days on the battlefield were spent in the strategy tent, a much younger and scarless Ren, Dan Heng, Jingliu, and a Foxian lost to the sands of time often delved into the unnecessary finer points of stratagem until the sun rose.
Only Dan Heng truly had the patience to bicker uselessly for so long, but the other four had learned how deteriorating war turned out to be on their bonds.
It was hard to blame each other then; Jing Yuan being tasked to not only command a fleet but handle the affairs of the Xianzhou was a daunting challenge, even if he did it well he often spiraled into imposter-syndrome in silence whilst the world outside of his pavilion would cherish or doubt his intellect.
Multiple times, Jing Yuan was near his limit. Battles became routine and while morale was wavering (as is their wont), it neared the point where it would all come to an end. The majority of fighting became one of wits and resilience rather than physical, with the newfound help of the Aeon Lan and under Jing Yuan’s command, terror would soon be over.
But once the win had been secured, Jing Yuan marching triumphant and glorious on the Xianzhou, his Cloud Knights knew that his heart and mind was still racing, ridden with stress of his new duties to come. Midway through the celebrations, the General felt near exhausted, but too tense to even fathom sleep. The wine in his had that he drank was left abandoned after countless refills, the reward of victory felt less like a reward and more like torture when he needed to be present for so long.
“You must be exhausted,” Jing Yuan looked up to see Ren going to sit beside him and Dan Heng who followed not too far behind, “After all that thinking and fighting, I would be surprised if you weren’t.” Ren chuckled.
Jing Yuan blinked slowly, looking back and forth between the two of them. He snickered to himself quietly, unheard amongst the festivities. “Perhaps no one would notice if I were to slip away.”
“That’s not true,” Dan Heng assured, but even in all his sincerity it wasn’t quite believable.
Jing Yuan sighed, “And once it’s all over, I’m cooped in the Seat of Divine Foresight once more,” he laughed pitifully, the alcohol letting him be more honest and deprecating.
“It’s like all you do is work,” Ren rolled his eyes fondly, Dan Heng from the other side of his seat took a calloused hand in his own.
“Ren and I have an idea,” he pulled him from his spot with subdued eagerness, Jing Yuan following without much thought other than to leave this damned place, “think of it like your true reward.”
As they entered his bed chambers beside the Seat of Divine Foresight, it was Dan Heng out of the two of them who seemed much more eager than Ren; the moment the doors shut, he brought the taller man into a gentle kiss. Jing Yuan’s own hand drew up from his face and into his hair, a firm but not forceful hold around the horns on his head. Dan Heng moaned softly when the other pulled away.
“Rather impatient, aren’t we?” Ren from behind Jing Yuan snaked his hands to his waist, deigning to undo the belts that held the General’s armor as littered small pecks on his neck.
“I merely understand your desire for him is all,” the shorter retorted, “He follows so willingly.” The two spoke like their General wasn’t in the room with them, between their two bodies as their object of attraction.
“I suppose commanding and dominating the war zones leads him to be quite submissive.” He emphasized the last word as he pulled all of the armor off of Jing Yuan’s waist. The tension left his shoulders as the man behind him snuck a hand under his shirt, fondling one pectoral as he proceeded to shuck off his layers. One by one, his pants fell away, his lion shoulder guard dropped to the floor, and his jacket peeled off of him. His intricate garments now scattered on his floor, but the two men that accompanied him were still fully clothed.
Ren, now in front of him, guiding him to his bed, where Dan Heng sat in front of the headboard. When Ren pushed Jing Yuan onto the bed, Dan Heng behind him gently brought his head to his lap, as if he were made of glass.
“Dan Heng…” Jing Yuan mumbled when he felt Ren shifting between his legs, thinking it was rather unfair that he was sitting at his head but with no stimulus.
Before he could complete his sentence, Dan Heng hushed him, dainty fingers brushing at his cheeks. “Don’t worry. This is about you, Jing Yuan,” he brushed his bangs to the side, sharp blue staring into shining gold, “I’ll find my own means.”
“Even in bed he’s fussing over everyone but himself,” Ren chuckled, fetching the lubricant from the night stand and popping it open with haste.
“It’s why he’s the Divine Foresight after all.” Dan Heng shifted to let Jing Yuan raise his neck comfortably, letting him see Ren coating his fingers liberally.
Seeing the two of them fully dressed whilst he was bare if everything but the ribbon in his hair made Jing Yuan’s chest clench in an inexplicable way. He felt powerless in some sense, felt like he was lesser despite the two men being dear friends of his. He swallowed thickly, and Ren seemed to notice it.
“Nervous, General?” He teased, taking the bottle of lube and dripping the substance onto Jing Yuan’s hole, making him startle a flinch.
He shook his head, but he wasn’t very convincing. Not even to himself. The two of them held back their own chuckles.
“Watch him closely, Jing Yuan,” Dan Heng placed a hand gently around his throat, his abdomen at his head keeping him properly in place.
Pushing one of Jing Yuan’s knees up, Ren rubbed his fingers at his hole, smearing the lube around his rim carelessly until it brought out shivers from the General. The sensation made Jing Yuan jerk his other knee up, both spread, bent, and shaking. At that, Ren pushed two fingers swiftly into his ass, once at the hilt he had already began to search his insides diligently.
Jing Yuan threw his head back into a moan. Dan Heng above him was quick to hush his moans, rendering them to small whimpers as a hand reached down to his chest. In comparison to Ren’s gropes at his right peck, Dan Heng was delicately running his hand over his nipple, twisting it torturously soft between his fingers, making his chest and his crotch tingle and grow hot. His cock hardened slowly at the duel sensations, “nngh… mmh…”
“Shhh…” Dan Heng kissed the crown of his head, his hand now at Jing Yuan’s jaw to keep him watching Ren finger fuck him, “it’s okay, you’re okay.”
In between his legs, Ren knew no mercy. He kept his fingers deep inside whilst he searched for Jing Yuan’s pleasure and the grip on his thigh was hard enough to bruise. At the sight of Jing Yuan arching his back, his mouth hung as if he moaned with no sound, Ren began to indulge. He hovered over Jing Yuan, dragging his fingers heavily in and out of him, meeting his prostate and probing ruthlessly to induce the same response from the man below. His free hand landed on the other peck, where he groped the flesh roughly, pinching his nipple until Jing Yuan choked out a sound before letting go and repeating the same process.
Yet Dan Heng, he held his throat so lightly it almost tickled. The hand that played with his chest, rolling his nipple between his fingers, giving an occasional tug and soft fondles was wildly different from the other who assaulted his other half and his ass simultaneously. The rough finger fucking along with the differing treatment of his chest had already brought tears out of Jing Yuan, faster than any other treatment would’ve.
At a particularly rough pinch and thrust, Jing Yuan sucked in a breath. He was unable to process what he should’ve been feeling, unable to keep up with either men.
If they were both rough with him, fucking his ass with vigor and abusing his chest until it was purple, he would’ve at least been able to decide how he felt, chase his pleasure easier. But that wasn’t in Dan Heng’s nature.
If they had taken their time with him simultaneously, fondling his chest and easing into his hole, while it might’ve led to him begging for more, he still would’ve been able to meet their demands easier. But that was hardly Ren’s prerogative.
His mind was short circuiting, the tears that gathered fell fast as he panted at the ministrations, not able to form a single word out of his mouth when he moaned.
“Breathe, my love,” Dan Heng spoke so softly it made him whine, “breathe, tell us what you want.”
Jing Yuan shook after each breath, mewling until he was finally able to speak cohesively, “please…” his back arched when Ren let go of his chest, chasing the sensation but then swiftly leaning into Dan Heng’s hand once it was gone, “I need m- ore.”
Ren nearly pounced on that opportunity, but Dan Heng held his wrist before he could continue, “More of what, Jing Yuan? Neither one of us know what that means.”
Immediately understanding the other, Ren slowed his fingers. He pushed inside until he was pressing onto his prostate, Jing Yuan’s legs shaking as he couldn’t escape the pleasure. His fingers remained still in him but it felt suffocating how hard he was on his spot.
“Ah- aah— I can’t,” Jing Yuan frantically looked at Ren then to Dan Heng, “Please— It—”
“Try.” Ren jolted the finger in him, taking a hold of his now firm cock and wrapping his fingers at the base. “Unless you’re too fucked out to answer, I suppose Dan Heng and I will—”
“No!” This felt profoundly unfair. They expected him to be able to answer them immediately even after they made every effort to fuck him stupid, “Don’t go. Please…”
“Here,” Dan Heng, patient, generous Dan Heng, had him lean his head back, making eye contact while they were both blind with fervor, “Would you like it if Ren there fucked good?” His voice was so starkly contrasting the words he spoke it almost started Jing Yuan, “Let him ruin your precious hole, fucking you until he felt good, even if it means it hurts? Would you like it if I teased your breasts like this?” He molested both his nipples, making Jing Yuan nearly cry at the stimulation, “Let you moan like a whore as we use your body? Would you like all of that?”
“Yes…” Jing Yuan nodded, “Yes, please.”
“Very good,” Dan Heng brought his lips to his own, his kiss so soft and delicate as Ren took his fingers out, adjusting his grip on his thighs before pushing his cock into Jing Yuan.
He couldn’t help but moan into the lips that kissed him, Dan Heng took that as his own cue to play more fervently with his chest.
The contrast of the two was still there; once Ren picked up his desired rhythm, he was fucking him with abandon and pure lust. His hips snapped against his ass, a sharp slapping emanating the room while kind, soft hands perked and played with his chest. Dan Heng kissed with tongue, making Jing Yuan feel full at both ends. However this contrast was largely different, more comfortable and pleasurable. Partly due to how his body was now equally monopolized by the two but also because he himself felt the tensions of the past leave his body through it all.
Ren’s cock felt incredible inside him. His length and girth were just big enough to fill him with a beautifully burning stretch with every thrust. His hands on his hips were not for Ren to thrust into him but rather using him to chase his own high, like his body was nothing but that to him.
Danheng’s hands and mouth made his chest flutter at every touch. Despite how deceptively cold he could be, he kissed him like they were truly lovers, massaged him as if Jing Yuan would break if he went at Ren’s speed. Much like how a fallen leaf would crack under shoes.
At some point he was close to his peak, and he didn’t even have to say as such before Ren began snapping his hips just a bit harsher, Dan Heng humming softly into his ear.
But once he came, the thrusts didn’t stop. Ren was still hard inside him, putting Jing Yuan’s knees on his shoulders before continuing to fuck into him.
Despite having just released, overstimulation wasn’t settling into him. His body still craved more, wanted to keep being used until his cock grew hard again and he came again. He wanted to be their object, being fucked until the two of them thought it was satisfactory. The two of them chuckled above him.
“Have we lost you?” Ren slapped his thighs lightly, admiring the shake of his ass as he did, “Fucked you onto the other Xianzhou ships?”
Jing Yuan shook his head tiredly, “I w- ant more.” He admitted, fully letting himself relax his head into Dan Heng’s lap.
“God, you sound like a whore,” Ren kissed the underside of his knee, the other sensation tickled but was quickly dismissed by the thrusts into his hole, “You still have Dan Heng to take care of once I’m done.”
Before Jing Yuan had time to formulate a response, Ren pulled him off of Dan Heng’s lap, taking his cock out to flip him over. He wrapped an arm around his waist, forcing his ass up and his cock in him simultaneously. His free arm wrapped around his neck, oppressive but not choking.
From there, his thrusts felt deeper than before. He was able to reach in him the way Jing Yuan hadn’t felt prior. Where the fingers were forcefully pushing deep into him, the cock felt natural, made for him in this angle. Ren’s metal accessories felt cold on his back, slight shivers wracking through him at each touch.
“He’s beautiful like this,” Ren gripped his ass and spread it further to admire the way his cock fit into his hole.
“Perhaps we should borrow that camera Miss Tingyun is so keen on taking picture of him with.” Dan Heng joked as he got off the bed, whatever he was doing went unseen by Jing Yuan.
His cock felt hard once more, and just as Jing Yuan went to tell Ren, he felt his fingers wrap around the base again, blocking his orgasm. Jing Yuan’s breath hitched.
“Ren…” Jing Yuan’s voice dragged, his voice now broken from how spent it was getting, “let go—” Ren ignored the pleas, making Jing Yuan tremble as Blade’s pace fastened, “Ren, please let me go, I’m so—”
“It’s so cute when you beg like this,” Ren kissed his temple, “but I can’t do that.”
Jing Yuan wanted to cry harder than he was already. He was so desperate to come, he shifted beneath Ren to find some kind of leniency, but the man was cruel, not moving his fingers in the slightest as he came in him.
“Ren!” Jing Yuan tried to reach behind him, but Ren slapped his ass in warning.
“You still have me, remember?” Dan Heng smiled kindly, Jing Yuan immediately calmed when he looked into his eyes.
Once finished, Ren let go and slid out of him, letting Dan Heng take control of their General’s position. Dan Heng had taken off his own pants and underwear, hastily pushing Jing Yuan onto his back and sliding himself onto his cock.
Jing Yuan moaned at how hot Dan Heng was around him; he realized how he hadn’t come from any stimulation to his cock the whole evening, Dan Heng on him made him almost release on the spot.
Dan Heng above him, wasn’t faring much better. In his haste to take Jing Yuan inside him, he failed to recognize just how much he was taking in. His walls clenched on Jing Yuan’s cock, fluttering at how full he was. He felt heavy just at the thought of moving.
Ren seemed amused, teasing Dan Heng’s hair, “don’t get too overzealous,” he clicked his tongue, “He may writhe like a whore but he’s not lacking much in either.”
Dan Heng shot him a look before going back to Jing Yuan, “m- merely took me off guard… that’s all.”
Dan Heng started slow, rocking his hips back and forth at his own pace, Jing Yuan placed his hands on his hips to prevent him from shaking as he gained momentum.
Dan Heng hardly moaned when he moved, chasing his pleasure purely on Jing Yuan’s cock was his only goal it seemed. When Jing Yun involuntarily snapped his hips up, Dan Heng stuttered.
“Haa…!” He took Jing Yuan’s wrists in his hands, pinning them above his head before he could speak, “behave. If you don’t, I can and will stop.”
Jing Yuan whined, “I’m s- sorry,” Ren snickered at the threat.
“Like you could bring yourself to do such a thing.”
Dan Heng deigned to ignore that, his hips regained their rhythm but he kept his hands pinned above his head.
That was more torture than the way Ren fucked him; even if it was brutal and cruel the way he had done it, having his hands free at least gave him some kind of peace of mind. But when Dan Heng kept his hands pinned, the idea that he couldn't trust Jing Yuan to behave accordingly, made him feel small. He felt restricted in the best ways possible.
He was getting close to release once more, now that he was free to do so, his limbs shook at the thought. It seemed Dan Heng was in a similar state.
“I want you to… come inside.” Dan Heng ordered, Jing Yuan nodded feverishly at it.
It felt like it had taken forever for Dan Heng to come, Jing Yuan wanted to wait before he came so he was prepared. The idea of it was starting to feel impossible. His mind was fuzzy and his hands gripped at nothing.
Dan Heng leaned over, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead before he whispered low and commanding, “Come.”
At that, Jing Yuan couldn’t hold back. His orgasm shook him hard, Dan Heng keeping himself on his cock and giving soft rocks of his hips to help him through it. Without realizing, Dan Heng had similarly spilled over his stomach and chest. He kept Jing Yuan inside him as he kissed his lips. Ren seated himself beside Jing Yuan’s head, brushing his fingers through his hair.
“Fun?” Ren asked, Jing Yuan nodded, exhausted by it all. He couldn’t even think to do much else afterward.
“I suppose he won’t be getting back to his own celebrations,” Dan Heng laid on his chest, taking Ren’s hand and draping his arms over both of them. Ren laid with them, putting his other hand in Jing Yuan’s hair, watching him doze to sleep.
“I suppose not.”