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“You’re ashamed of me.”
It was an accusation that came time and time again, and Jiang Cheng had heard it often enough to be sick of it to the point where even his liver ached with rage. He was now even more ruthless than he had been for the past hour of being pestered and tugged and pulled at by the other man, pushing him off of him as he stormed down the planks of the walkway.
“Be as shameless as you want to be,” he snapped in response to his last request, not looking behind him. “Just don’t drag me into it!”
“Are you so generous?” Wei Wuxian drawled out. That flirty lilt in his voice that often tested Jiang Cheng’s patience was present again as he spoke: “Should I not bother you anymore with these things? Should I find someone else?”
At those words, despite his sudden temper, Jiang Cheng stopped.
It was another day of summer in Lotus Pier. The sun was brilliant, unceasing in its heat upon the residence that had been built right on the waters of the lake. The air was mucky, he could hardly breathe, yet the waters were fresh and welcoming. In his quarters of the open residence, the lake had been left open and uncovered, a private space just for him with a swarm of lotus flowers blooming on the waters and a bridge crossing over, tethering him to the estate.
As he stood under the roof of the walkway, hidden in the shade, he saw Wei Wuxian standing on that bridge, giving him a grin with that indifferent and infuriatingly uninhibited expression he had come to hate. It was as if Wei Wuxian truly was willing to find someone else, to forget him despite everything else between them, an entanglement of leaves and roots in the water that had grown so closely together that no one knew where one started and the other ended.
He really shouldn’t have expected anything different, he thought, giving the other man a fierce look before continuing down the path to his rooms, seething.
“Ah, you really won’t stop me?” Those words came almost delighted, dismissive of Jiang Cheng’s mood as it traveled farther and farther away from him, as if Wei Wuxian was moving away from him.
Jiang Cheng continued by himself for a short while, but he thought of many things in those few, short breaths he took from the humid sky. Wei Wuxian must have already left again, he must have gone to enjoy himself and drink with all the flowers of Yunmeng, to tug at them and tease them. Perhaps they were more amusing, with hair longer than Jiang Cheng’s and in pretty braids that the other man could pull at, when Jiang Cheng only ever wore his hair piled on his head, tight, tethered.
Jiang Cheng hadn’t heard it then when Wei Wuxian’s boots had quietly thudded behind him until suddenly, arms wrapped around his shoulders again, stopping him in his tracks again.
“Didn’t you leave?” Those words full of distaste had escaped him even when he had almost sagged against the other man in a familiarly-exhausted relief.
He had meant to take that hostile question back, to avoid any more of those cursed misunderstandings between them, but Wei Wuxian only hummed in response, pressing his face against the sweat of his neck as if he could accept it, and everything else.
“Shidi,” he whined faintly, “won’t you get in the water with me? This should be private enough for you, no?”
“You—” He was at a loss, he truly was close to scolding him, but the day was already hot and he could not stand to be angry.
He could not stand to let Wei Wuxian leave him again.
He faltered, he always faltered for him. “What if a servant…”
Wei Wuxian laughed, breath rivaling the heat of the sun against his skin. “You’re still so worried? They guard your bedroom, they wash your dirty laundry, and you think they don’t already know?”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t know”—the buzz of the mosquitos around them quivered in a lull but returned, just as overwhelming as the softened words spoken in his ear—“that they hear you crying for me every night?”
A hand circled like a snake to grasp his chin and the other was even more daring, caressing his spine, traveling, slithering until it squeezed his backside in a ruthless bite of fingertips digging into him. Jiang Cheng lurched forward as if trying to escape, even as he arched into the other man’s body, well-trained from nights spent tormented by him.
“I’ll whip you,” he threatened, voice trembling with resentment, or maybe something else, something more intimate and full of want as Wei Wuxian made an appreciative noise, unashamedly grinding into him.
“We can try that another time,” he said, breathless, “but for now, let’s play in the water, hm?”
The sun was in its highest position, and everyone had already sought shelter. The boats in the distance had disappeared, the waters were calm and warm at the surface from the splashes that had scared the insects away, and Jiang Cheng clutched the edge of the pier, hidden among the lotus leaves.
Wei Wuxian laughed freely from his place behind him, a hot breeze settling on their skin. “You really won’t face me?”
As if he were seeking revenge for the taunts, Jiang Cheng pulled himself away and closer to the pier, resting his bare arms on the blistering hot wood. Because of his pride, he could only remain there, insistent on keeping his distance despite the burn against his skin.
“Idiot,” Jiang Cheng said between gritted teeth, “we’ll both drown if I do.”
“This one is such a good swimmer,” Wei Wuxian disagreed in a feigned docile tone, even as he got too excited and started to sink into the lake. In a quick movement, he pulled himself close again, arms keeping Jiang Cheng caged between his chest and the pier. “How dare I let you drown, Sect Leader?”
Sect Leader. That title brought a weight of shame that made Jiang Cheng’s grip loosen as if the bottom of his feet were being pulled beneath him, and his face burned underneath the sun.
What was he doing? He had been tempted by the other man, and he had so obediently removed his robes, all else bare except for his cotton pants clinging to the lower part of his waist as he waded in the water. And he loved it, Wei Wuxian had always enjoyed Jiang Cheng listening to him so ardently, eager as if he were the servant and Wei Wuxian his master demanding him to share his bed, to let him take him anywhere regardless of any witnesses to their copulation.
He made him fill the night with his cries, the humiliating, wanton sounds torn out of him, and he made him his, marks left on his body so that no one could ever doubt this.
No one could ever doubt them, not even Jiang Cheng himself when Wei Wuxian held him, his hands warmer than the water as they reached his hips and rolled his pants down.
The last barrier was slowly removed in the lake, persistent until Wei Wuxian’s hands threaded into him from beneath the cotton, fingertips against his buttocks as they traveled lower to tug lower. The water was warm, it became hotter as Jiang Cheng flinched from the graze against his balls, the delicate skin at the top of his thighs, the cotton rubbing against his manhood that rose in a hesitant interest.
Wei Wuxian’s hand pressed forward, taking a chance at the gap from where Jiang Cheng had barely been able to spread his thighs apart, legs still trapped and held together by his pants. As if knowing how he would react, Wei Wuxian’s other palm smothered Jiang Cheng’s chest as it pushed forward on instinct, pressing the man’s hand against the hot pier as the other in the water slid in and out between his thighs, teasing as if he was already trying to get inside of him.
“You should have gotten this wet for me,” he complained, fingers massaging where Jiang Cheng’s thighs would press and rub against each other.
“Isn’t it wet enough!” Jiang Cheng shot back, vengefully pressing Wei Wuxian’s hand even harder against the planks of the pier with his chest.
But that only made Wei Wuxian pinch his nipple in retaliation, pressing together until the tantalizing jolt of the sensation made Jiang Cheng’s arms slip from the pier, almost submerging himself. It became even more unbearable when Wei Wuxian smothered it again, rubbing the entire warmth of his wide palm against that aching part of his chest, grasping and circling, over and over as if to make him beg to be let go.
Jiang Cheng resisted, he only curled into himself from the heat of the water rushing around his bare buttocks, his hardening cock warm, almost comfortable.
“Make room for me…” Wei Wuxian watched him writhe, pressing his nose against Jiang Cheng’s cheek, breathing him in. “But keep it tight, just like this.”
That hand between his legs found the pucker of his hole, thumb rubbing over it in the wetness of the lake. Jiang Cheng couldn’t prevent the sound he made at the persistent fingertip pressing at the edges, pulling the rim as if the other man wanted to enter already, to fuck into him as greedily as he did in the night when Lotus Pier’s lamps burned and the one in his bedroom was put out.
He didn’t.
The other man’s wet cotton pants were tugged down, his cock sprang free and hit Jiang Cheng’s backside before moving forward, running along the curve of his body as it hardened with growing excitement. For extra measure, as if to mortify him and let him know who was the one being used for pleasure, Wei Wuxian took himself in hand and lightly tapped against where Jiang Cheng had pressed his thighs together, an intimate place for only him.
He pushed forward.
Already trembling from the effort it took to remain composed, Jiang Cheng thought helplessly that he could even feel the veins along the other man’s length slowly rutting against the sensitive skin of his thighs, finding its way between him. The feel of it was hard, warmer than the surface of the water, as hot as the sun against his face, and he was sweating profusely as he dug his face into his arms, gasping out as if anticipating it, as if accepting this.
“Tighter.” Wei Wuxian’s voice was hoarse, a displeased whine, as he jolted forward and collided fully into Jiang Cheng with his lower half, a disturbance in the water. “You know how I like it, don’t you…”
A fevered kiss pressed at the spot below his ear, and Jiang Cheng was growing dizzy from the summer heat, the flush of his face, the searing touch of Wei Wuxian’s cock, and the other man’s chest against him, rough, familiar, everything he wanted.
He tightened his limbs and brought his thighs closer as Wei Wuxian thrust in, and he was rewarded with the shuddering breath that came from the other man against the droplets on his neck. It was a cloud, a haze of heat, the steam of a hot spring on his skin, in his chest, every breath that left him was fervent with every touch.
With it, he was quivering, he was uselessly biting at his arm to contain himself, this last bit of pride in such a shameless act while the sun was high. The other man began to move, fingers digging into the wood of the pier to pull back and forth, forward and back. He was rutting into Jiang Cheng, the plushness of his buttocks ruthlessly being pressed by the other man’s body, the curve of the small of his back aching with the force. The lake waters were pressured by him, they were sent away in leaping ripples along their embracing bodies as Wei Wuxian no longer kept it quiet.
Jiang Cheng could also no longer remain quiet.
Fingers in the water wandered along his thighs before running up the skin, circling at the indents of his body before grasping at him in the most gentle grip Wei Wuxian had ever touched him with. He was being teased and he couldn’t stand it, it was a desperate tug at his throat that escaped him, and he couldn’t help but thrust deeper into the other man’s hand, wishing for more pressure, but only ruining the pace and causing Wei Wuxian to retaliate.
“That’s not allowed, Sect Leader,” he laughed, holding him still as he also stopped moving. “You take so long to get up again, don’t be willful.”
“Just…” Wei Wuxian ground his hips against him. “Be good and take it, ah.”
“Can’t—” Jiang Cheng released a breath, the pressure that came from his tightened, heaving chest, the blades of his back shivering. “Can’t you put it in—?”
“You want it already?” The other man burrowed his face into his shoulder, breathing unsteadily. His movements became more restrained, submerged between his thighs, small and slow thrusts with his hips rolling into Jiang Cheng’s ass. “We haven’t…played enough, let me—”
The scorching feeling of the bodies tormented him, it was only the slight freshness of the lake that kept Jiang Cheng sane. He gritted his teeth, he bit his lip, he wanted to keep every sound contained, but they inevitably escaped when he faltered, when he moved in reciprocation, when Wei Wuxian moaned in his ear from the effort of staying afloat while his movements grew frantic.
“Ah, A-Cheng, it’s so good, you're always”—the muscles of his inner thighs tightened at those needy sounds that came from Wei Wuxian— “You're always so good…”
“Why can’t you just…” It was an unmistakable whimper that came from him then, just the same. “Just come already—!”
Suddenly, Wei Wuxian's hands that had been holding onto the pier moved. They dived into the water and found his naked backside, cupping him there before roughly pushing him up. In an instant, Jiang Cheng found himself sprawled on the pier, planks that had been under the sun for hours burning his skin in all his nakedness until he was roughly flipped onto his back, the smoldering sensation against the small of his back easing him from the sudden chill.
“I can't take it, I can’t take it,” Wei Wuxian gasped, grabbing his soaked cotton pants and in a brutish force, rolling them off, along with Jiang Cheng’s pair that had collected at his lower legs.
Before Jiang Cheng could scold him or even kick at him, Wei Wuxian had already thrown them on the pier before spreading Jiang Cheng apart with frantically searching palms against the inside of his thighs. Jiang Cheng couldn't hide himself from the sun as the other man pushed him until his backside was elevated, in the perfect position to be fucked in broad daylight.
Someone might see them. He strained to turn his head, to find some semblance of an onlooker shocked at the obscene sight of the two men, Yunmeng-Jiang’s sect leader and his right-hand man, the Twin Prides of Yunmeng, being so unrestrained and debauched for the entire world to see. But he hadn’t been given the chance to look anymore when Wei Wuxian suddenly pressed the head of his cock against Jiang Cheng’s hole, insistent on taking him then and there.
“What are you—” He lashed out but he couldn’t do anything else but hit his knee against Wei Wuxian’s side, so tightly held by the other man. His muscles stretched in an even more euphoric pain as Wei Wuxian only pressed his knees closer to his chest, daring to smile as Jiang Cheng had no choice but to slump against the pier.
His entire body pulsed when Wei Wuxian abruptly spat on him.
The warmth of his saliva was heated up by the summer breeze that caressed him down there as it dripped, the light, wet touch of it traveling to the pucker of his hole. Jiang Cheng didn’t know if it was because he was angry or if he really couldn’t stand it anymore, but his entire body shook as Wei Wuxian held himself and with audacious persistence, pressed in again.
Right there on the pier, where any passing boat could see them, Wei Wuxian’s tanned body was above Jiang Cheng’s own, with the sect leader so obediently taking it from him. Both their bodies were dripping wet from the lake, soaking the wooden planks of the pier, and the sun was burning them to turn their skin flushed, passionate.
“Shixiong…” It was another choked-out whimper that only spurred the other on.
They both didn’t last long. Every vein along Wei Wuxian’s length was jumping with Jiang Cheng’s fluttering hole sucking in and then pushing out as if he wanted a quicker pace, as if he wanted it desperately to finish already. It was a searing, hot sensation in his most intimate place as Wei Wuxian whined and slowly slid in, stretching him to the point where it burned, it itched, it ached.
The head had only just come in when Jiang Cheng convulsed, warm, so, so, so warm underneath the brilliant sun that turned his sight, his skin, his body red with jolting sparks of raging flames. In instinctual desperation, he arched up and grasped onto himself, quickly sliding his own palm against his cock with his breath turning to tormented, agonized moans that he had held back for so long finally escaping him. The bottom half of his body, that pucker that Wei Wuxian had irritated red with his eagerness, fluttered over and over again uncontrollably as if to pleasure the other man, to suck the head of his cock, and he accepted it, hand around the base of his cock until he spilled inside Jiang Cheng, flooding him full with a trembling moan.
Without another word, his whole weight fell on him, and Jiang Cheng could only welcome his wet, sweltering body with erratic gasps that somehow mirrored his, their chests caving and pressing against each other, the same.
Always the same.
The water was calm, the mosquitos droned on, and with the sun bright above them, Jiang Cheng really couldn’t…
He really couldn’t imagine a day without this warmth.