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The tea is still warm, closer to room temperature than Qiren would prefer but he sips it all the same, not wanting to waste a perfectly good blend. Closing his eyes, he breathes in the crisp morning air, a nice balm against the leftover sweat gathered from his morning workout.
Behind him, Wei Wuxian lies spread eagle across the bed, eyes unseeing and muscles twitching every now and then from the brutal pounding received in the early hours of the day. Curse these Lans and their rigid sleeping schedule. Not that Wei Wuxian is complaining about how he was woken up but he’s just about ready to pass out now. He can feel Qiren’s spend slowly dripping out of him but he’s too tired to grab a towel, instead letting out a low whimper for help from the elder.
Qiren turns back to the boy, eyeing the translucent fluid trickling between his splayed legs. He ignores Wei Wuxian’s whimpers in favor of watching his seed continue to spill out until it reaches the bedsheets, seeping into the once pristine covers. The pussy weakly clenches in an attempt to prevent more cum from coming out but the action barely succeeds.
“A-Rennn,” Wei Wuxian feebly picks his head up and looks over his shoulder. “Towel,” he sulks.
Qiren eyes his boy over the rim of the teacup. “Does a-Xian want a towel? There’s one in the bathroom,” he teases.
“Can’t laoshi get it for me?” Wei Wuxian pouts. “Xianxian can’t move. Laoshi made Xianxian too tired.”
Qiren finishes his drink and puts down the cup, sighing in faux. “I suppose one should take responsibility and clean their mess up.” Wei Wuxian smiles in victory and lays his head back down to wait for Qiren. He goes to put away the tea set when an idea forms and instead of grabbing the towel like Wei Wuxian requested, Qiren picks up the teapot and sits at the edge of the bed.
Ignoring the yelp of surprise when Qiren pulls Wei Wuxian towards him, he maneuvers the younger’s hips into the air so that Wei Wuxian is in a presenting position and before he can even react, Qiren shoves the nose of the pot into Wei Wuxian’s wide cunt and tilts. Wei Wuxian lets out alarmed sounds, struggling to see what was being poured into him but Qiren holds his waist firmly in place. The tea runs into and down Wei Wuxian’s pretty folds, swishing around his walls, filling his hole until there’s no more space and gets flushed out, a stream of tea and slick and cum trickling out and splashing onto the bed.
Wei Wuxian lets out embarrassed moans at the feeling of being washed out, head falling forward as he watches the mess slide out of him. The teapot nuzzles his entrance, Qiren pushing it in as far as it can go and pulling out; the nozzle itself is too small and short to actually stimulate him but the whole act itself turns Wei Wuxian on. The arm around his waist moves as Qiren reaches to rub at his clit and Wei Wuxian’s legs shake at properly being touched. He tries to pull his legs closed but Qiren uses his leg to clamp his ankles down in place, keeping him open and exposed to the Lan’s liking.
“Qiren, w-wait. The bed! The bed's getting wet!” Wei Wuxian tries to steer his lover away from continuing the shameful act but Qiren pays him no mind in favor of watching his pretty cunt guzzling on tea.
When the tea runs out, Qiren pulls the pot from between wet lips and shakes the last drops out all over the curved backside before tossing the porcelain off to the side (safely still on the bed of course). With his now free hand, he pulls Wei Wuxian’s labia to the side, fascinated with the dripping pulsing slit in front of him, fingers squeezing and kneading that swollen nub at a faster pace. Wei Wuxian whimpers and he feels slick gathering only to drip and join the wet mess on the sheets.
Unable to resist any longer, Qiren shoves his face into Wei Wuxian’s pussy, tongueing at silken walls, tasting a combination of sweet slick and earthy tea. Wei Wuxian squeals at the roughness, instinctively pushing back onto his lover’s mouth, body needing to reign in as much pleasure as it possibly could. Sloppy squelches resonate in their bedroom as Qiren messily eats out his younger lover, mouthing at that sensitive pearl every now and then, causing Wei Wuxian’s eyes to roll back.
He pants loudly, reaching back and fumbling to grip Qiren’s hair, drawing him in closer to his pussy. His legs twitch with every swipe of that tongue and he spies the teapot in the corner of his vision, setting off visuals behind his eyelids.
“A-ah… that’s it, Qiren. Fuck my pussy with your tongue…!” Wei Wuxian encourages. “Want you to- to drink my cum! Hah ♡ Maybe next time,” he smirks crazedly, “Laoshi can drink his- ngh, tea directly from my hole.”
The more he talks, the more it spurs himself and Qiren on. Burying his face in his cunt sends another wave of electricity through Wei Wuxian and he lets out a long drawn moan at the vigorous jabbing of hot muscled tongue.
“You can give o-others a teacup but… Hngh, but I’ll serve your tea in my vagina!” Wei Wuxian continues. “You’ll slurp.. It all up… It’ll be your own- ah! P-personal blend…♡!” Wei Wuxian’s mind flashes with the image of spreading his legs open every morning, afternoon, and night just for Qiren to kneel and drink from his waiting pussy. His slick an additional ingredient to the man’s favorite brew-
Wei Wuxian’s mind fuzzes out as his body seizes and he releases straight into Qiren’s open mouth. The man latches onto Wei Wuxian’s sopping snatch, secretion splattering onto Qiren’s chin and wetting the bottom half of his face, his neck, and the collars of his robes. Wei Wuxian doesn’t know if he’s loud or silent as he comes, his world centering on his cunt. When the white fades as he comes down from his high, he can feel Qiren’s kitten licks cleaning up the leftover liquid on his thighs and he lets his hand drop with a thud from its place in his hair.
He can feel how wet the bed is around his lower half and chooses to figure out how to clean the sheets later, still blissed out. The licks turn into light kisses that make their way up his body to meet red lips and he tiredly kisses back, appreciative of the treatment received.
“Hmm, what time is it?” Wei Wuxian looks blindly towards the clock as Qiren pulls back. He groans when he sees it’s time to get up and pushes himself up only to get pushed back down. Looking back confused, he finds Qiren pulling down the waistband of his pants just enough to release his stiff cock and positions himself over Wei Wuxian.
“A-Ren, we have-” Wei Wuxian moans as the head presses its way in his ragged hole, “-we have, hah, ah! Class!”
Lan Qiren grunts as his hips make contact with the boy’s plush ass and he leans down to speak hotly into Wei Wuxian’s ear. “I’ve never once been late to my own class, boy.” He thrusts harshly at the end.
“Ah!” Wei Wuxian cries out. “Laoshi~ ♡”