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Xue Yang opens his eyes to a picture, hanging above him. What? Oh right. He's getting his permanent fangs done.
What a strange and hot little dentist he's got. What kind of dentist has a picture of little fishies swimming around in all different colours, the large part of their bodies made up of vibrant coloured marbles. The marbles are so clear and violent with colour at the same time that if Xue Yang focused hard enough, he'd manage to see the glue used to hold the marbles in place, or he'd see the small scale details on each of the fish, or even how the light from the ceilings hanging light bulbs reflects almost in each marble, emitting little dots of light all around the room.
And if his mouth wasn’t held open, if he wasn't constantly hearing the high pitched hum of the machines currently in his mouth he might have actually been able to get sucked into that oceanic scene right above him.
But there are in fact machines, and fingers in his mouth. And there’s a voice calling out to him… Oh yeah, the hot dentist.
"Xue Yang? Are you with me? Lift your right hand if all is good, your left if something hurts or irritates you, please."
Xue Yang considers lifting his left hand just for shits and giggles. Then, when the doctor will check in, he could laugh it off and flirt a little by saying he was irritating him by being so hot, but he doesn't. There's no point, the guy’s married. He told Xue Yang that the first time he flirted with Xiao Xingchen, he told him he'll have to talk to his husband about 'shoving something else in his mouth', to which Xue Yang could only suppress a grumpy growl.
"Xue Yang? Lift your hand, please?"
Oh damn, he still hasn’t fulfilled Xiao Xingchen’s request. Xue Yang takes his right hand out of his pocket and lifts it in the air slightly, then lifts it higher when Xiao Xingchen tsk’s.
"Wonderful, thank you. In a few minutes I’ll be done with your fangs and I’ll ask you to bite down and move your jaw a little, to make sure the fangs aren't too sharp or bumping into anything, okay? Lift your right hand for okay, please."
Xue Yang lifts his right hand again, earning Xiao Xingchen’s sweet and gentle praising tone.
"Atta boy, thank you."
Woah. Hot. Doesn't he know he can’t just say that shit in that voice? Xue Yang does NOT want to leave this place with a hard on.
The whole process went exactly as Xiao Xingchen had explained. Luckily, this guy is good at his job so there weren't any issues or complications with Xue Yang’s new fangs. He leaves after passive-aggressively thanking the bitchy secretary and starts looking for bus routes to the 'Frosty Moon Glow' tattoo and piercing parlour, where he also has an appointment for today.
As he gets smudged around the bus, he thinks back to that fateful talk with his best friend who had recommended the parlour in the first place. A-yu and him had gone on a sweet treat run™ as they usually do on Fridays, when Xue Yang started whining about how long he's been waiting to get his fangs done, and how bitchy the receptionist was to him. He swears that she scheduled him as late as possible out of pettiness, because he may or may not have called the number for Xiao Xingchen’s aesthetic dental office as soon as he had woken up,and maybe, his voice had been a little groggy. Sue him. And how he considers taking the day off when his appointment comes but it doesn't really make sense to waste a rare day off for a two hour appointment.
Then, Mo Xuanyu had asked if he only wanted fangs, to which Xue Yang then took a loooong ass sip from his 100% sugar extra boba sweet ice tea, and said that he would like a lot more than just the fangs. Mo Xuanyu had then recommended the place they got their permanent eye makeup done and all their many piercings, saying Xue Yang should get the nipple piercings since he's been wanting those since they were teenagers — A little before Mo Xuanyu came out to their shitty dad and was kicked out of that fancy ass house and right after Xue Yang got that nasty infection on his pinky and had to have it amputated.
So Xue Yang made an appointment to get his nipples pierced at Frosty Moon Glow. What a weird name for a tattoo parlour-a weird name for anything other than a My Little Pony character really-he snickers to himself. He notices some annoying judgey teenage boys staring, snorting and whispering very loudly about him. He flashes them a bit of his new smile, effectively shutting them up until he reaches his stop. He giggles at the thought of those boys' scared shitless, little pimply faces, as he gets down.
Wait! He can't get distracted, he has a mission here! "Operation: find out if hot dentist’s husband is actually worth it or not!" Okay he needs to think of a better name but that's not important right now.
The hot denti- Xiao Xingchen (if he wants to win him over, he probably shouldn't keep referring to him as the hot dentist), had said his husband owns the parlour he was already heading to. Xue Yang decides to kill two birds with one stone, get his nips pricked and find out how much game he's got to put in to win Xiao Xingchen over.
Xue Yang walks over to the parlour’s glass doors and looks at the shop’s logo on the blackout front windows, not because he’s stalling, hell no — Xue Yang doesn’t stall. He's got no reason to stall, only anxious, insecure people stall, and he’s neither anxious nor insecure! He is probably the most confident person on the planet right now! Fuck, he’s been standing in front of the door for a while, now his competition will definitely think he’s stalling, which he’s not!
Xue Yang definitely doesn't take a deep breath to calm down, because he doesn't need to calm down, because he’s not nervous! He walks in and the only person standing in the lobby has to be the husband™ and… Damn. He's hot. Like, choke-me-you-hot-tree-turned-human-type hot.
Xue Yang unfortunately must face defeat, he can't beat that! That man is hotter than the sun! No wonder Xiao Xingchen was so whipped for him.
Well, fuck.
And if that wasn’t unfortunate enough, it turns out Xue Yang’s piercer wasn’t available for the pre-booked appointment, and he had to switch with the hot mountain-sized man.
By all accounts, Xue Yang’s day was going great.
When his husband called him about a cute brat that had just gotten his fangs done, it’s safe to say Song Lan was a bit skeptical.
He loves Xiao Xingchen dearly, but his beloved has a tendency to over exaggerate things, especially when it comes to his flights of fancy.
When they first started looking for a third, or just a sexual partner to share and have fun with, Xiao Xingchen had been a little…. Excited, to say the least.
Therefore, over the years, Song Lan learned to help his husband calm down and not fall hard and fast for each of their latest subs, but it’s been a long, long time since they've been out there, it’s been a while since they decided to look for someone.
But when Song Lan saw, and heard, how his husband was already halfway there to being absolutely smitten for the boy he kept gushing about, Song Lan’s interest was definitely piqued.
Unfortunately, all Xiao Xingchen had to help Song Lan visualize the man were the man’s dental records and health related files he wasn't allowed to share, legally. So Song Lan had to listen to his husband’s awfully-worded, overexcited descriptions, and imagine what the man must be like.
Or so he thought.
Because a man matching his husband's hard to understand description has literally shown up outside his parlour's door.
He quickly snapped a picture of him to his husband to confirm, and based on Xiao Xingchen’s extremely positive wall of texts of confirmation, it is indeed the man that is actively stealing a piece of his husband’s affections.
Song Lan’s curiosity has fully taken over him at this point, and he rushes to the front desk’s computer, hurriedly checking today's schedule. He finds that the man has an appointment scheduled with Wei Wuxian, so he does the most logical thing anyone can do at that moment. That’s right, he practically begs Wei Wuxian to switch this client over to him.
Wei Wuxian agrees quite quickly, saying he needed to get some groceries and could now pick up his son earlier from daycare, to which Song Lan thanks him with a sigh of relief. Once Song Lan knows for a fact that the client is his—by walking Wei Wuxian to the employee only door and seeing him off — He walks into the lobby where the man his husband is currently hooked onto is standing. Well, pacing around. Probably to calm his nerves.
Song Lan is used to his type of guys, the ones who pretend to fear nothing, but when it comes to actually getting the tattoo or piercing, they shrink inside and just have to find something to do, because they're ‘bored’. He knows what to do, especially with the personality his husband had described in extreme detail.
Song Lan is first to speak.
“Hello, do you have an appointment, or is this a walk-in? Because I’m afraid we don’t do walk-ins today, as I’m the only staff member available currently and until closing hours.”
Song Lan knows he is not a walk-in, as he has seen the schedule and client list. Several times, but he wants to confirm; he's had a few times when the parlour first opened when walk-ins pretended to be on the appointment schedule, and slowed everything down.
The man in front of him clears his throat before speaking, “I have an appointment, under Xue Yang... That’s X-U-E not S-H.”
“Yes I see, well unfortunately as you may have already figured, the piercer supposed to do your… Let’s see… Nipple piercings — Nice choice — Has called in sick quite recently and won't be able to pierce you. Would you like to reschedule, or just have me do your piercing instead?”
Please say yes. Song Lan needs him to say he wants to get pierced now.
“Shit, really? I took a day off for this. Fuck… I’d rather do it now and not waste this day, rescheduling would be a bitch.”
Yes! Song Lan doesn't remember being this thrilled that a client has said yes. Well, not counting when he proposed to Xiao Xingchen while he was piercing his helix.
“Very well, right this way to my station. Just give me a few minutes to set everything up.”
Song Lan understands. Oh, he understands his husband’s fascination very well now. Xue Yang was surprisingly… Pliant and subdued for the duration of the procedure. He himself, however, was struggling to stay professional. He was clinging to the one rational brain cell yelling at him to not rope an unknowing (possibly vanilla, though Song Lan was 99% sure he wasn't), unsuspecting (possibly), law-abiding citizen and paying customer into a semi-scene, but Xue Yang was, to say the least, adorable.
It was very, very clear to Song Lan that Xue Yang was trying so hard not to show signs of weakness (something he would love to break out of him if the time comes). If it wasn't for Song Lan’s incredible, monk-like upbringing, he’d definitely be half-hard right now.
Luckily he was taught and developed incredible self restraint, and his ‘resting bitch face’ was definitely a great help to disguise his interest in the whole situation, his interest in Xue Yang.
Meanwhile, Xue Yang was just sitting there, shirtless, nipples perked at the sudden change of temperature. Why was he just sitting there? Oh, shit. Song Lan hadn't pierced him yet! Right!
Get your head in the game, you have a client.
“So, have you ever been pierced before? And I'm not asking just about your ear lobes since I can see those.” Song Lan managed to blurt out and sound somewhat normal doing it.
“I've got a double helix in my right ear, had a septum for a while in my teens but it wasn't… Professionally done, I got a nasty infection. After it healed, I got a nose ring to make up for it, actually professional this time and also a double eyebrow piercing. I have clear studs I put in for work so you can't really notice them right now.” Xue Yang's reply was very detailed for someone who seems like he doesn't enjoy speaking truthfully; maybe he’s trying to distract himself?
“So you know how this process generally goes?”
“Yep, just not in this spot specifically… But I've had enough time to do research, ask around, learn the basics about nipple piercings, you know.” Yeah, Xue Yang was definitely using more words then he actually had to,how cute, Song Lan thought.
“Good b- ahem, good job… It’s good you did research before deciding to get this.” Fuck, that was way too close, Song Lan had almost called Xue Yang a good boy… Damn you habits. “Right, would you still like me to walk you through my process?” He quickly diverted the subject currently plaguing his mind.
Xue Yang seemed like he was going to say something mean with how his expression toughened, but changed his mind fast. “That… Would be nice.” He sounded so small just now, Song Lan thinks to himself.
“Alright, no problem.”
Song Lan ripped open the sanitary packaging for the first needle, then paused.
“Would you rather I pierce you quickly one right after the other, or give you a break after the first needle?”
“I would like a break, please” Xue Yang responded, adding the ‘please’ as if it wasn't an instinct for him, it probably isn't. How adorable.
“Okay, good to know. I'm just going to clean the area, then mark it so you could check the placement and see if you like it. Since you're the last client for today, we can take as long as you need, especially during the break between each piercing.”
To this, Xue Yang only responded with a slight nod. Song Lan unwrapped the alcohol wipe, and immediately reached for Xue Yang's chest. Resting a gloved hand over Xue Yang's chest, even if he didn't really need to, he had a feeling it might help Xue Yang. Song Lan slowly wiped it clean, noticing Xue Yang's breath hitch at the coolness of the alcohol and his nipple perking once more. He popped open the marker and marked two spots with ease, then handed Xue Yang a mirror to check the placement.
Once Xue Yang confirmed that he liked the placement, Song Lan got to work, pulling out the needle and sanitizing it as well. Then aligning it with one of the two small dots decorating Xue Yang's nipple. Resting his other hand on Xue Yang's shoulder, more to provide comfort for Xue Yang rather than to stabilize himself.
“Inhale for me now and I’ll insert the needle on the exhale.”
Xue Yang complied quickly, breathing in and, unlike most of his clients who look away from the needle or close their eyes, Xue Yang stared intensely right at the needle. His breath shakes when the needle stabs through his skin, whimpering deliciously when Song Lan pushes the actual barbell through the fresh wound. Song Lan wished he could hear more, but that would be too unprofessional. He twisted the ball of the barbell closed while asking, “Would you like a glass of water?”
Xue Yang sounded so wrecked, almost stuttering his reply. “Yes, please. And could you maybe get me some of the candy I have in my bag's side pocket? Please?”
Oh, he is precious.
“Of course, coming right up. Try to calm your heartbeat, okay?” Song Lan softly rubbed Xue Yang’s back before fetching a glass of water and locating the sweets he requested. Once Xue Yang ate a piece of candy and started slowly sipping his water, drinking it as if that's the only glass he’ll get, Song Lan shot a few texts at his husband, now gushing just as excitedly as his husband was earlier today.
“I’m… I’m ready for the other one.” Xue Yang said, voice so small he was practically mumbling. How ravishing.
“Got it. Same process as before, I’ll clean, mark and check that you like it, prep the needle, push it through and replace it with the jewelry then close it, okay?”
“Yes…”
Gosh, he sure was sweet.
The other piercing process was even better than the previous one. Now that the adrenaline has left Xue Yang’s body and stopped affecting the pain reception, Xue Yang was a lot more… Reactive. Whimpering at the cold wipe, barely checking the marks left by the marker before taking very long to babble out a weak little ‘mn’ at Song Lan, twitching when he felt the tip of the needle hover against his nipple.
A grunt turning into a small shaky moan when the needle pushes through and impales him.
Shivering and gripping the seat under him with moans begging to come out of him tightly shut lips as the jewelry slid in. And the cherry on top was when Song Lan reached to wipe up the droplet of blood that stood against the newly made hole, Xue Yang’s surprised little ‘ah!’ fading into a soft sniffle.
Song Lan was hard. Definitely. Hopefully Xue Yang is too distracted to notice. Song Lan kind of hopes he isn’t. He hopes he’ll notice, maybe he’ll go home and take himself in hand thinking of Song Lan’s hands on him, the rush of pain from his nipples adding to the sensation. Maybe he’d imagine Song Lan’s cock down his throat, or thrusting deep inside him as he strokes his own hard erection, huffing and panting with desperate need —stop it!, Song Lan really shouldn't be thinking this about a client… While the client is in the room, no less!
“You good?” Xue Yang’s voice snapped him from his horny spiraling. He’s been standing in place staring at nothing for a while now, imagining all that about Xue Yang. He felt his chest flush and thanked the heavens he was wearing a turtle neck which covered most of his upper body, except for his arms which were uncovered due to the turtle neck being in a tank top style and was cut from the shoulders and along his biceps revealing all his tattoos, which he displayed proudly.
“I’m fine, it’s just… Been a long day, had a few annoying clients that’s all. Thank you.”
Song Lan didn’t know why he shared that much with someone who — Even if he caught his and his husband’s fancy — Was still a stranger with his own life, definitely with his own problems. All Song Lan had to actually do was lie and maybe wave off Xue Yang, but he didn’t.
“You can head to the front, I’ll clean up here and be with you. It might hurt to put on your shirt, so let me get you a bandage to put over it, it helps against the friction of the fabric and stuff. You can get 30 per pack of these down the street, I recommend you do that. I’ll also get you what should be enough sanitizer for the next 6 months.” Song Lan explained, and if the shirt thing was actually mostly so he could have a few more moments of a shirtless Xue Yang, well, only he knew. It also gave him a moment to tidy himself and not flaunt around his fabric-strained boner.
Xue Yang pays up, bids his farewell and leaves with an aching chest, new fangs he needs to adjust to and a lot of New Things he's learnt about himself today. He texted Mo Xuanyu on the bus back to his little apartment about both appointments, leaving out the private moments he's never going to share via texting. Because when he tells Mo Xuanyu about that part of his day, it'll be in person, with no proof or evidence to show that the whole conversation even happened.
He gets home, hurling his bag across the room that just barely avoids the wall and falls on the sofa. Furiously stripping layers of clothes off of his body — Why the hell does he have so many clothes on — Turning the shower on, not even adjusting the temperature for 2 minutes like he always does before fisting his cock profusely, aggressively, like an animal in heat. He reaches down with his other hand towards his ass, when he realises he didn't grab any lube or anything that would help him, so he shoves three fingers in his mouth. Licking and sucking on them and reminiscing Xiao Xingchen’s expert fingers probing and wriggling in Xue Yang’s mouth, against his gums, accidentally sliding across his tongue. He thinks of Xiao Xingchen's voice, soothing and angelic, but with a darkness underneath Xue Yang wishes he had time to unravel and explore; praising him, ordering him around, checking in on him. He wonders what Xiao Xingchen would say if it were truly his fingers exploring his mouth.
“Will you be good for me, Xue Yang?”
“Of course he will, even if he won’t, its nothing we can’t train out of him.” Song Lan’s husky voice cuts through, sending shivers through Xue Yang's body as he pumps his cock faster.
“But he wants to be good for us… don’t you sweetheart?”
Xiao Xingchen’s voice rings once more. Xue Yang nods and moans as if they're in the bathroom with him, as if they can see him, as if they're the ones touching him.
"Atta boy” Xiao Xingchen says.
“Good boy, Xue Yang” Song Lan exclaims.
Xue Yang drags his sloppy wet fingers down to his rim, barely prepping it properly before shoving two fingers inside. Moaning and whining with pleasure as he hits his prostate.
“Do you want to come, sweetheart?” Xiao Xingchen’s voice sounds very deceitfully sweet, yet Xue Yang nods again, adding the third finger inside.
“Oh, but you can’t come yet. It’s not enough for you, is it?” God, Song Lan’s voice sounds so crisp as if it’s echoing against the bathroom walls. Xue Yang jacks himself off, fingering himself and rubbing against his prostate again and again… it’s not enough, it's not enough!
Usually he would have come by now, but something seems to be missing today.
“You need us, don’t you?” Their voices mingle with one another, slotted together perfectly.
Xue Yang moans and writhes right on the edge of an orgasm.
“Now come for us, be good.”
Xue Yang’s long awaited orgasm hits him like a bus and he has to sit under the water flowing from the shower for a while before he manages to get up. Legs shaking a bit as he waddles over to his wardrobe, pulling out a fresh pair of boxers. Screw pants, he's in the comfort and safety of his own house he can wear what he wants!
He opens his phone and notices the message Mo Xuanyu left him reminding him to clean his piercings — he had almost forgotten about that.
After removing the bandages he made sure to stock up on, cleaning the piercings and putting on a fresh set of bandages over his super sensitive nipples and practically sinking into his mattress, he sends Mo Xuanyu a thumbs up before turning off his phone and nodding off to sleep.
When Xiao Xingchen got home that night he was -to say the least- pent up. But, luckily for him, it seems his husband was on the same boat as him. When Song Lan sent him a picture of his erection, barely hidden by his pants earlier that day he had asked his husband, he told his husband, to wait until they're both home so they could help each other and not fuck their fists alone in each of their respective offices bathrooms.
And Song Lan waited, he always listens to him… Even at the start of their relationship, he's always been so sweet to him. He looks like a mean scary strict dom (he can be the latter when he wants to) but for Xiao Xingchen, he's always so kind, so giving.
He walks inside the house, drops his keys in the bowl on a shelf near their front door. He doesn't even get to say his usual ‘honey, I'm home!’ before Song Lan is in his sight, making eye contact; undressing Xiao Xingchen right there at the door, kissing him with fervor as if that's the first time he's seen him in three years.
Song Lan dragging him to their bedroom whilst he's giggling at his husbands passion, his downright carnal need for him.
Whilst Song Lan undresses himself, Xiao Xingchen barely manages to calm down from his giggle fit to ask “so, I take it he left… an impression on not just me… Hm?” Xiao Xingchen definitely knew the answer, he knew his husband like the palm of his hand… Speaking of hand palms and his husband, he snakes his hand down to take hold of Song Lan’s cock stroking it just the way he likes it. Bringing his head up to kiss him, then trailing down a strip of kisses all the way to the base of his husband’s cock.
He licks the underside, feeling the one big vein he always liked against his tongue.
He licks it a few times, places a kiss on the tip of his husband’s erection, then swallows it whole, relishing in the sounds erupting from Song Lan’s mouth as he bobs his head up and down with a steady rhythm, enjoying Song Lan’s grip in his hair.
Closing his eyes and feeling the curve of Song Lan’s dick sliding perfectly down his throat, the grip in his hair tightening as he swallows around it. Song Lan's voice is shaky as he moans softly, praising him, pleading for more and a second later begging for Xiao Xingchen to stop.
“I want to come inside you” he proclaims.
“But you are inside me” Xiao Xingchen pulls off, feigning innocence. Looking up at his husband with the biggest clueless eyes he can manage.
“You know what I mean, Xingchen” his husband insists, dragging his head away from Song Lan’s crotch with a gentle yet firm tug.
“How’d you think he’d feel if he were in my position? How good would it be to shut his bratty little mouth this way? Hmm?” he teased, loving the sharp inhale his husband took, pausing his movement to breathe in those words.
“Fuck, Xingchen you cant just say things like that.”
“Do you think he feels the same way we do?” there was a slight weight in his question, some hopefulness and some optimism…
“Do you think he’s thinking of us? He must be… god Xingchen, what if he’s thinking of us” the implication of the boy thinking of him and Song Lan while masturbating sparked in his mind, pushing out a startled breath.
“God I hope so… How big do you think he is? I think he’s just the right size…” his husband’s lubed fingers circled his hole enticingly, slowly pushing in a digit as he teases Xiao Xingchen right back. “Oh he’s definitely just right for us, you should’ve seen how he was shaking after each stab, Xingchen, he was so cute…”
“He was so good for me, a little skittish at first… Like an adorable little cat, but after a while he was practically purring zichen” Xiao Xingchen’s moans escape his mouth as his husband expertly fingers him, hitting his prostate over and over.
Xiao Xingchen whines at the loss of the fingers from his rear but Song Lan soothes him. Rubbing his clean hand up and down Xiao Xingchen’s lower back as he lubes up his cock, patting Xiao Xingchen’s ass before slowly pushing himself inside.
“Do you think he’d be loud right now, if he was the one on my cock?” Xiao Xingchen could only moan and nod enthusiastically.
“I think he’d be even louder than you, Xingchen, can you imagine it? Can you imagine him writhing and practically screaming while I fuck him?” oh, he can imagine it. Xiao Xingchen imagines it so well it might as well be happening in front of him.
“Can you imagine what filthy sounds he’ll make, impaled on my cock, and your dick in his mouth, eating you out maybe…” It's with that image that Xiao Xingchen cums, hard.
Song Lan follows right after. Xiao Xingchen’s hole spasms and convulsing around him, tipping him over the edge.
Afterwards, in the shower they do manage to talk more rationally.
“But do you really think he’s also thinking of at least one of us?” Xiao Xingchen asks cautiously.
“I… I don't know Xingchen, he seems like that's his thing, but we don't actually know him… I hope he is, but even if that's true, what are the odds we’ll ever meet again?” Song Lan answers solemnly.
“I hope he is… and I hope we’ll meet again” Xiao Xingchen sounds hopeful, really hopeful.
“Me too…unrelated babe, but as much as I love showersing with you, my hands are getting really raisin-like.”
“Yeah same, lets get out Zichen” Xiao Xingchen slurs out through a string of giggles at the ‘raisin’ comparison as Song Lan twists the shower knob to stop the stream of hot water, steps out first and opens a towel for Xiao Xingchen to walk into… Gods he loves this man, always taking care of him.
“I love you”
“I love you too, Xingchen”
They get dressed for bed in their matching pajamas -that were originally a gag gift from Xiao Xingchen's receptionist, a-qing, during a secret Santa event with all his staff at the office- Around his and Song Lan's second wedding anniversary.
As Xiao Xingchen snuggles up to his husband, laying his head on his chest knowing full well in the morning he’ll be tangled up completely like a koala around Song Lan, he whispers one final “love you” and closes his eyes thinking of Xue Yang, knowing his husband will probably do the same soon.
Xue Yang’s piercings were a pain to deal with, not very physically painful after the fourth day with them but still extremely delicate for at least 5 months after… He’d tried to forget about Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan, he really did. Yet, every time he looked in the mirror and caught sight of his fangs he immediately thought of Xiao Xingchen; Every time he cleaned his piercings he’d think of Song Lan. The same thing happened when a loose piece of string would get caught in the jewelry or when his shirt fabric rubbed against them a little too harshly or if he scrubbed himself too hard.. And that happened all.the.time.
Xue Yang hated it, he hated how his mind latched onto them after two minutes of breathing the same air as them and how his mind refused to let go. It took his piercings eight months to heal completely. Which, according to Reddit, is on the short end of the healing spectrum.
Finally, after eight fucking months he could go out again and not worry about the piercings being damaged or whatever.
He truly believes his friend is a fucking mage or wizard… Or a cultivator or like a medium or something, because the same day he realized his piercings were fully healed, he got a call from Mo Xuanyu asking him to go to a goth event at a club far from their city. Usually A-Yu would've needed to bribe Xue Yang with a good lasting candy supply for an outing that required a 2.5 hour drive to a random tiny crowded club in a semi-unknown city for a one time event, but Xue Yang was bored… And he won't admit it even if you hold him at gun-point, but he was also excited to truly make his first appearance and grand introduction to the local kink&goth community.
And so, the date was set. Instead of their usual sweet treat run, they decided to meet up at A-Yu’s place. Seeing as their latest and (as much as Xue Yang would hate to admit it) possibly forever boyfriend was rich and they moved in to his place, which was a place fitting for an emperor with its sheer size and high quality.
This would also be the first time Mo Xuanyu would get to see Xue Yang's piercings, as he insisted they wait until he’s fully healed to see them in their full glory.
Approximately 4.3 seconds after he rings the bell, (a literal doorbell, on an apartment door!) he can hear rustling from beyond the door. It slams open to reveal a smiling, blushing (!) Mo Xuanyu.
“You’re here… Early”
“Yeah, my bus route was shorter than I expected… I see you kept yourself busy while waiting eh, A-Yu?” he teased, hearing fleeting snickers from the hall across the doorway, belonging to the culprit for sure.
“Oh! right, come in come in!” A-Yu rushes him inside, excitedly ushering him into the master bedroom. Planting him on the bed and hurling the walk-in closet doors open, revealing a hidden compartment that stores all of their and their boyfriends' shared kink gear and leather accessories.
“So,anything catches your eye?... Oh! And Huaisang-ge asks that we don't use any of his fans with the real feathers,he says they're too delicate for clubbing… Even though he definitely had those when we met. At a club.” Xue Yang is sure A-Yu emphasized that for their boyfriend's ears, not his own, to which some more distant snickers can be heard as a reply.
“I want something that shows off — these babies!” He paused between the last part in order to take off his shirt and reveal his piercings to Mo Xuanyu.
“But doesn't take too much attention from the rest of me… You know?”
He’s definitely sure Mo Xuanyu heard nothing of the second sentence, as they are currently gushing around his chest, sputtering slurred excited nothings.
“A-Yu” He softly snaps his best friend out of their happy mumbles, bringing their attention back to the matter at hand.
“Right! Yes, sorry, they just look so good on you! See? I told you ‘Frosty Moon Glow’ knows their stuff when it comes to this!”
“Yes yes A-Yu, you were right. And little Yangyang was wrong… Again. That name is still stupid though, and you know it.” He retorted.
“Okay, so, bring attention but not too much… How about some good ol’ leather harnesses? I've recently got one fused with black cobweb lace… It has little bat wing extensions you can attach to it as well. Does that work?” Mo Xuanyu asks enthusiastically.
“Do you think we have enough time for a little… Fashion montage?” He says it in the same tone one would ask a puppy if it wants walkies, and Mo Xuanyu beams like one.
“Hmm… I don't know, is my bio dad an asshole?” That's an absolute yes.
They go through a few outfits each, with and without different accessories. Calling in Nie Huaisang every now and then to serve as a judge before finally landing on an outfit made up of the leather+lace bat harness, long wristbands with a bunch of chains and buckles on them. Some lace gloves, baggy pants with even more chains and buckles attached to them with a bunch of patches hand stitched on. A wire muzzle that hangs around Xue Yang's neck. And, to top it off, a rich purple strip of fabric that covers his arms and upper back, mimicking a scarf or Pashmina but not quite.
Mo Xuanyu and Nie Huaisang dress less… Seductively, they show less skin but don't wear more fabric layers since they plan to spend the evening together, just them, dancing and partying all night. Just some blouses, lace undershirts, long pants. In A-Yu’s case, a long poofy skirt and chain harnesses connected to matching thick leather collars, informing the other club attendees they were both off the market in a more traditional, borderline stereotypical.
They get in Nie Huaisang’s car, A-Yu immediately takes control of the music and plays his famous ‘pre-clubbing’ playlist while they drive.
After a little power nap in the car and a lot of gossip between the three of them, they park in front of the club.
Whilst Nie Huaisang steps out to open Mo Xuanyu's door - Sappy little shits the two of em - And locks his car Xue Yang takes in his surroundings. All the other cars and motorcycles parked in various spots in front and beside the club. The people leaving and entering the club, the bass of the music emanating through the high windows and through the big entrance doors, the drunks and freshly/not really legals trying to convince the doorman to let them in.
He breathes it all in, the rush of excitement flowing through his veins, his legs getting a little shaky and his palms sweating. He wipes his hands against his bare chest - Which isn't the smartest decision but - But he doesn't care anymore.
As they all enter he thinks he recognizes one of the cars pulling up, but pays it no mind.
At the second set of doors actually leading to the club - Not the wide hallway between the club and the entrance to the building - There's a neatly dressed usher looking person who takes Nie Huaisang's coat ( actually takes his fucking coat, exchanging it for a little note with a number on it and everything!) standing next to a table with cut-glass bowls. Each of the bowls filled with multiple different Coloured bracelets and a little sign protruding from each bowl, sticking out of them
Xue Yang looks over the signs, trying to understand what the purpose of them is. He notices Nie Huaisang and Mo Xuanyu both taking red bracelets almost immediately.
He then notices a pamphlet describing everything in more detail including combinations and their meanings: Wear a red bracelet in order to inform other people you are monogamous and uninterested in swinging. Yellow for monogamous and interested in swinging. Green for poly and interested in a partner. Orange for poly and interested in a scene partner. Purple for kinky and looking for a scene partner. Pink for bottom, Blue for top, Black for dom, White for sub and Grey for verse.
Xue Yang wants to take a purple bracelet, but he can't bring himself to do so… He’s still stuck on Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan… He still has foolish child-like hope they'll both suddenly appear out of thin air and ask him out.
He takes a red bracelet.
Mo Xuanyu and Nie Huaisang are already halfway to the dance floor by the time he finishes his fuss over those damn bracelets, he sees them grinding against each other and decides it might be better to hang by the bar for a little while.
Mo Xuanyu notices him looking, they wink and he waves back to them, makes some motions with his hands to show he’s going to get a drink and heads in the direction of the bar once Mo Xuanyu nods their head in understanding.
The bar itself is quite small and less decorated than the rest of the venue, there isn't much other than some dark purple tassels around the counter, some posters and fliers regarding some ‘famous’ people who'll be attending.
He cackles at the stage names of some of them while waiting for the bartender to make his drink, ‘Cold Frost’... ’The patriarch’.... ’Light bearing lord’... ’Bright Moon’. Peh, who do those people think they are…? Sounds like something right out of a historical drama.
When he gets his drink he turns in the little bar stool, observing the scenery of the club… The bright lights, the people dancing and/or talking, the DJ up in his booth. Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan entering the club, the loud bass-
Wait.
“What” Xue Yang utters in shock.
He’s definitely sure his drink isn't made with strong enough booze to get him intoxicated and delusional that fast and he made sure to eat before this… Did someone manage to drug his drink?
Is he going crazy?
He must be, because what he sees is too good to be true.
Not only are they standing at the entrance, but they're somehow more gorgeous then he remembers.
There they are, Xiao Xingchen stands out in the flood of black that made up the room. With his flowy, almost silk like white cloth ruffle shirt, and flimsy white stretch fabric pants. His silver and pearly accessories sticking out against his pale palate. And Song Lan, decked out in black that seems like each item of clothing was soaked in the World's Blackest Paint, accented by dark green patterns on his shirt, a leather harness around his rib cage and left shoulder. And black shiny piercings in his ears, eyebrows, upper lip and between his collarbones. As well as dyed leather skin tight pants covered in more leather straps then Xue Yang's eyes can count.
He can almost feel his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth when he notices the bracelets they put on, standing out against the pure white and black, adorning their wrists with the only splash of colour in their whole outfits.
Both of their arms are brandished with an orange bracelet ,and a grey one, signaling to everyone that they are poly, versatile and looking for a scene partner.
This gives Xue Yang more hope than anything in his life and he quickly goes over to the bracelet table to switch his from red to orange, and puts the white band on the other wrist that was empty until now.
He still feels like it's not really him walking all the way over to the little table once they enter the club and back to the bar. His eyes can't seem to leave them, not even for one second. He knows he must look like a creep just staring at them.
They talk with someone, and that someone then talks to the DJ, and the DJ talks to everyone through the loudspeakers.
“Everyone, please welcome the Cold Frost and the Bright Moon who have decided to grace us with their presence! And to all of you looking for a fun night, I recommend you pay attention to this power couples bracelets!”
Wait, WHAT?
They're the ‘famous people with the stupid names’???
????
What.
Xue Yang can officially be pronounced flabbergasted.
What the fuck is going on here…
He can't even sort half of his thoughts before Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan get up to the DJ's booth and Xiao Xingchen leans into the small microphone to speak.
“Sorry to all of you lovely people, but we're only looking for one special little star tonight…”
“Wish us luck that we’ll find him” Song Lan leans in to add.
Saying Xue Yang is utterly shocked would be an understatement. Because what do you mean the hot power couple he spent literal months pining for -sulking and thinking he’ll never see them again and that he’s probably not their type- are not only poly and kinky, But also right there, back in his life… Well… Back in his line of sight and relative proximity.
It feels like he can breathe again, which doesn't make any sense, he’s been breathing this whole time… And yet…
His heart is pounding in his ears and the drink he was holding almost slipped from his shaking grip once he realizes the two specified they are looking for a certain someone.
But that could be anyone, how dare he be so stupidly hopeful to think it's him.
A glass of ice slides into his line of vision and he finally tears his eyes off Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan to meet the eyes of the bartender, who looks at him with an unreasonable level of warm understanding.
“Hold an ice cube in your hand, it helps get your brain back in order. And once the rest of the ice in the glass melts you can drink it instead of alcohol… Don't want anyone passing out under my watch” Xue Yang nods mindlessly at the bartender as he takes an ice cube and goes right back to stare at the crowd, eyes hungrily searching for Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan.
For a random stranger, that bartender has gained some of Xue Yang's respect. The ice really did help-even though it melted in his hand and left it wet- luckily there were napkin holders surrounding the bar.
He did thank the bartender-who introduced himself as 'la'ye'- once he saw Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan sitting down to chat with another couple, perhaps their friends, and it didn't seem like the two planned to move from there for a little while.
Eventually, after a lot of dancing Mo Xuanyu joined Xue Yang at the bar, they're taking a break whilst Nie Huaisang continues mingling with his many connections.
They noticed Xue Yang was barely looking at them and he was struggling to listen to them, giving up on engaging in conversation with him they inquired “Hey buddy, is there a reason you've been barely talking to me? Or looking at me? Am I so hot you don't wanna look at me or you'll never be able to look away?” They joked.
“A-Yu, d’you 'member the hot married couple I liked?” He asks.
“You mean the hot married couple you’re still pining for? Yeah, I remember them, why?”
At this, Xue Yang doesn't even say anything back, he just takes Mo Xuanyu’s head by the chin to face where he’s been staring for the last 15 minutes.
It takes Mo Xuanyu no more than 2 seconds to realize what's happening here.
“you mean to tell me… That this whole time you were sulking thinking those two had no interest in you whatsoever… Were the motherfucking Bright Moon and Cold Frost??! ?This whole time??!!” Mo Xuanyu didn’t quite scream, but it was clear in their tone that they really wanted to.
“I didn't know A-Yu, I really didn't! How would I even know?” Xue Yang was quick to reply.
“Oh I don't know, maybe look into who owns the piercing parlour and dental office you got to before you go there?!”
“You recommended the places and I trust you so I didn't feel like I needed to!”
“That's very sweet Yangyang - But still - What the absolute fuck.”
There was a beat of silence shared between them before Mo Xuanyu spoke again.
“Yangyang… Didn't they mention they're both looking for someone specific tonight?”
“Yes, but that could be anyone”
“Yangyang it could be you!” Mo Xuanyu exclaimed.
“There's no way it's me… The real person they're looking for might not even be here! A-Yu!”
“But what if it is you, what then…. You waste your whole evening glaring daggers at them and they might not even know you’re here, and all three of you leave this place alone and disappointed… The Yangyang I know isn’t that much of a coward…” Mo Xuanyu phrased the last comment as a little friendly fire, but Xue Yang knows they meant it.
and they were right.
He should do something about this.
He should get up and walk over to them.
He needs to do something.
and yet, he's stuck in place.
“Yangyang… go over there! Even if something goes wrong you can come back here and we'll drink ourselves senseless and have a good night, pretend this entire thing never happened and joke about it years from now”
Those words of comfort from his best friend snaps him out of his frozen state, he takes a large sip from his drink, and he's off.
He pushes through the crowd with every cell in his brain yelling at him to just go back, drink with A-Yu all night, get wasted and get over Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan.
But he persists.
He finally hears Xiao Xingchen's laughter beyond the last row of people in front of him and if his brain was shouting at him before, it got even louder now. Insisting he should leave the club entirely and go home.
He slithers his way through the last barrier of people and stands In Front of Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan's table, somehow out of breath.
They turn to look at him and he's frozen again, he should say something, do something. But he can't.
He just stands there, heart pounding in his chest, mouth slightly agape with wide eyes, a blush across his cheeks and shoulders.
He could blame it on the booze, if he'd manage to say something.
“It’s you” Xiao Xingchen sounds just as shocked as Xue Yang was when he first saw the two enter the club.
Turning to his husband, Xiao Xingchen says “Zichen, we found him!”
“Well, it seems as though he found us Xingchen” Song Lan responds cool as a rock.
He can't move, he's not sure if he's breathing at all or if he's breathing too hard, too fast. His eyes are wide open but everything is blurry around him. The voices of the rest of the people and the sound of the music is loud in his ears and yet he can barely hear anything.
He thinks he sees Song Lan get up, but he's not even sure they're real.
And suddenly, a bare, muscular and warm chest makes contact with his upper body, enveloping his senses and filling him with a warmth he's long missed, a warmth only Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen can fill.
All this time there was a hole in his chest, and not his piercings, that called out for the two. Cried out in utter need for their voice, their touch, their presence, and that hole is filling up now… Slowly, but it's definitely not empty anymore. He melts into the strong arms that are holding him against Song Lan’s chest, hearing Xiao Xingchen speaking from where he's still sitting “Bring him here - Bring him to me - Zichen”.
He almost cries out at the loss of Song Lan around him, but he calms down once Song Lan leads him to Xiao Xingchen with an arm wrapped around his waist. He drops down to sit next to Xiao Xingchen, shaking like a frightened puppy, it still feels like he's not really existing right now but somehow holding the entire universe in his body.
A pale yet comfortingly warm hand rests itself on his cheek. He turns to look at the person the arm belongs to. His eyes meeting Xiao Xingchen’s as a stuttering breath leaves his mouth, shaking his whole body with it.
“Come here sweetheart” Xiao Xingchen guides him until Xue Yang is sitting in his lap, head softly cradled in the crook of his neck as more breaths leave him, each one less shaky than the other.
“You're alright baby, you're alright… We found you.” Xiao Xingchen coos.
“We’ve found you” Song Lan adds, pressing his hand against Xue Yang's back, sliding it up and down his spine soothing him like he's a scared kitten.
Normally Xue Yang would get defensive and scurry away from the touch, berating the two and sending stingy comments at them.
But this isn't normal at all. So, he allows himself to melt into it. He allows himself to calm his nerves and breathe in Xiao Xingchen’s scent. He allows himself to feel flustered at their comforting words.
But most importantly he allows himself to feel.
They stay like that for a while. The music playing through the building sounds softer, as if the volume was turned down… Maybe it was.
Once Xue Yang has somewhat come back to himself, they talk. A lot.
They talk about the months spent apart and how hard it was for all of them, they talk about the late nights they stayed up and thought of each other, they talk about what happened after they parted.
It's while Xiao Xingchen goes on in extreme detail to tell Xue Yang what he and Song Lan did as soon as they were both home that his hips start subconsciously grinding against Xiao Xingchen.
And then the movement becomes conscious.
Once he catches on to what his body is doing, he stops, fearing he may have crossed a line. he starts to back away from Xiao Xingchen, but a hand at the back of his neck stops him from moving anywhere.
“Don't stop now sweetheart, keep going” Xiao Xingchen's voice encourages, not really offering as much as he’s commanding.
Song Lan’s hand places itself more noticeably against his lower back, pushing him forward and supporting his movement against Xiao Xingchen’s thigh.
“Good boy, we missed you so much” Xiao Xingchen coos, sending little shocks through Xue Yang's whole body, making his movements become more desperate.
Song Lan’s hands slow his moves back down, and as Xue Yang whines at the denial of speed he mumbles out “Miss you, need you… Please!”
“You have us baby, you have us, and we have plenty of time. Now, unless you want me to stop you completely you will calm down”
Xue Yang desperately nods, small whimpers erupting from his quivering lips.
He slows down back to the original speed, his whines comforted and shushed by both Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen whispering praises in his ears.
He really want to pull his cock out, or guide one of their hands down his pants, but hes too scared that it’ll be a fuck-up that will ruin this moment and they’ll hate him forever.
He shoves his face deeper into the crook of Xiao Xingchen’s neck, inhaling his sweetened scent for a brief moment before his face is pulled up by Xiao Xingchen's hand on his chin.
“Check in, how are you lamb?” The petname snaps Xue Yang out of his daze, but it still takes him a little while to answer.
“Are you familiar with the stoplight system?” Song Lan asks after Xue Yang takes too long to pause. He seems tense. And yet, once Xue Yang nods and replies with a small “Green”, he relaxes.
“Good job, Xingchen, do you think he can continue?” Song Lan asks semi-genuinely.
“I think he deserves a reward for being so good. Doesn't he, Zichen?” Xue Yang's head goes back to being a little fuzzy as the two talk over him, and then Song Lan moves away, causing Xue Yang to whimper at the loss of both touch and warmth.
The warmth then returned and Xue Yang could make out the noise of a plastic wrapper being opened next to him and his mouth was nudged open by Song Lan’s fingers.
“I hope you’ll like it, I heard from Zichen you liked candy but we didn't know which kind to get”.
But he couldn't taste any candy - At least he assumed the wrapper belonged to a candy - Until he felt Xiao Xingchen’s tongue lick its way inside his open mouth, dripping with a sweet and thick liquid.
Xue Yang closes his mouth around it, lapping up the sweet taste and the hot feeling of Xiao Xingchen's tongue.
Once their lips parted, Xue Yang felt more control over his body than he had before.
“I'm going to need that piece of candy back later” Xiao Xingchen said.
It took Xue Yang a moment to process what had just left Xiao Xingchen’s mouth - apart from the candy itself and Xue Yang’s tongue of course - Before it hit him.
A wild laugh erupted from his chest once the implication and the pure chaos of Xiao Xingchen’s saying settled itself in Xue Yang's head.
“You’re going to need it back?!” Xue Yang snorted.
“What is this? A loaned candy?” He just had to ask.
“Yes, and there's even a late fee, so you better not take your time with returning it”
Xue Yang nods his head through his giggles and the occasional snort before settling back into the fuzzy calmness of Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan’s shared warmth.
Xue Yang drifts off for a little, the repetitive movement of his hips grinding against Xiao Xingchen’s thigh tinting his mind with soft ongoing pleasure.
He realises he failed to notice Song Lan leaving and returning a few minutes later.
He only noticed it once he was separated from Xiao Xingchen’s hold, the lull of his pleasured grinding coming to a stop as he’s handed off into Song Lan’s arms.
With his legs around Song Lan’s waist and his head across Song Lan’s shoulder and Song Lan’s large palms holding onto his ass-cheeks, he’s carried over to a more quiet part of the club.
While he is being carried, he makes awkward eye-contact with Mo Xuanyu, to which they nudge Nie Huaisang and point in Xue Yang's direction with a smile across their face.
Xue Yang can feel his face heating up in embarrassment as Mo Xuanyu sends him a wink and mimes penetration with their fingers whilst carrying a shit eating grin across their face. Nie Huaisang holds two thumbs up with an even bigger grin, Xue Yang assumes Mo Xuanyu told Nie Huaisang about the situation based on his gesture.
His sight of the two is blocked by Song Lan’s turn into a dimly lit hall of doors, each door numbered and carrying a different symbol, Xue Yan doesn't really care about the meaning of them though.
“Where are we going?” He asks into Song Lan’s ear.
“To our room” Song Lan replies, as if Xue Yang knows exactly what ‘our room’ is.
Xiao Xingchen must sense his confusion as he quickly adds “We booked our usual playroom in this establishment before we got here… In case you were here.”
“And in case you’d still want us…” Song Lan’s tone is hushed, as if talking to a wounded animal he’s trying to convince to come with him.
“I’m here alright… And I do… That is, I do, want you… Both of you.” Xue Yang is a lot more genuine than he planned on being tonight.
“We're very thankful for that, sweetheart…” Xiao Xingchen comforts.
"Very.” Song Lan’s tone is quick and flowing with certainty.
They eventually come to a halt in front of what Xue Yang can only assume is a door, since he hears the click of a door handle and he’s carried inside a different room, soft purple LED lights painting the red walls and ceiling a darker hue.
He’s released from Song Lan’s grip and placed on a soft bed covered with silky black sheets, he looks up at the men in front of him whilst squeezing the sheets under his palms.
“Do you have any limits or hard no’s we should know about, little star?” Xiao Xingchen asks softly.
“We won’t do much today, as you are a little drunk and we do not want to do anything you might regret, but we’d happily fuck your lovely brains out if you’d like” Song Lan says, cutting any rational thought Xue Yang might’ve had for a few seconds.
“Xue Yang, can you answer my question please?” Xiao Xingchen reminds him.
“Um.. just, you can hit me and manhandle me as much as you want… Just, tell me before you start hitting me… please.” He says, not really capable of thinking more in depth about his answer.
“Are there things you’d prefer not to be hit with?” Song Lan asks, walking away to pull a small built-in closet wall. Revealing a set of floggers, whips, riding crops and canes alike… All hung perfectly in formation from smallest to biggest.
“Uhh.. No canes, yet. I’m not in the right mood for those.” He replies
“And how about tying you up?” Xiao Xingchen leans down to place soft kisses and softly nibble on his neck.
“Mmm, anything other than full body restriction is fine… Leather handcuffs and not metal - Please” He’s getting desperate. He wants them to shut up and take him already, but he knows the importance of this discussion.
“I know we should've definitely done this sooner, and we should definitely get more in depth about this later, but right now… I want to fucking break you dear” Xiao Xingchen must be aiming to melt Xue Yang into a puddle with the way he keeps saying shit like that in that voice.
His hips thrust up against the air as Xiao Xingchen keeps tormenting him, leaving hickey after hickey trailing down his throat and all the way to his collar bones. “Please “ He whines, begging for more than this cruel teasing.
“Aww, Zichen look at him, do you hear how sweet and desperate he is already?” Xiao xingchen coos in a sweet yet poisonous tone.
“And only from a few kisses, pathetic.” Song Lan demeans, sending another whine out of Xue Yang's throat and another buck of his hips into the air.
“Do you think we should help him, Zichen? Do you think he deserves it - Deserves us?” Xiao Xingchen throws the question into the room.
Another string of ‘Please’ leaves Xue Yang's mouth, he looks like he might cry soon.
“I think he's been very good, he earned this” Song Lan’s answer makes Xue Yang feel as if the pearly gates have opened in front of his very eyes.
He doesn't get a lot of time to relish in that feeling though, since there are two pairs of hands stripping him down, hovering and yet never touching his skin.
He desperately tries to push up against their hands and hopes that they'll understand that he needs their touch.
Apparently they did, and a slightly cold to the touch hand loops itself around his waist and grabs Xue Yang's lower back, urging him to stand up.
He gets up and Xiao Xingchen quickly takes off his pants, his mouth hovering too close to his - Still fabric restrained - Erection, warm breath tickling the area and he fights the urge to thrust up into it.
Song Lan's warm hands lift up Xue Yang's legs, one at a time, so that Xiao Xingchen could remove his pants completely. Then his underwear comes off and his cock twitches from under his boxers as the fabric finally detaches from his skin.
Then reality snaps him in half as he remembers one of his biggest insecurities, or should he say… One of his smallest.
He hears Xiao Xingchen gasp and he wishes he could pause time just so he could run away and create some sort of memory wiping machine and never see Xiao Xingchen or Song Lan ever again without worrying they'll remember him.
His hands reach out to cover his small penis before Song Lan quickly grabs his wrist, stopping him.
“No, it's okay. Don’t cover up” There he goes, that Song Lan, talking to him as if he's a wounded stray animal. He just wants to leave, he doesn't believe Song Lan when he tells him it's okay.
It isn't okay.
His size has been causing him to miss out on so many things in his life, and it's going to make him miss out on Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan now too.
His breath becomes ragged as his eyes dart around and look at the room, looking at anything but Xiao Xingchen or Song Lan. He just wants to leave, go home and cry into his pillow.
There are hands cupping his face comfortingly, and another pair making their presence known on his shoulders. It’s grounding, and calming.
“Xue Yang, it’s okay.” He can't really tell whose voice it is, though it should be easy.
“Breath with me please” one of the hands cupping his face takes his hand by the wrist and places it against Xiao Xingchen's chest, right above his heart.
Guiding his breaths into a slower, more relaxed pace then the ragged speed his breaths went by before.
“Do you feel like you can talk right now?” Song Lan asks. He thinks about it, still following Xiao Xingchen's deep breaths, then nods, his whole body shaking a little bit.
“Good… Would you like to stop this, all of this?” He asks again.
He doesn't. He really doesn't.
He wants these two more than anything and he's a damn fool if he's going to let this once in a lifetime opportunity slip away because of one little thing.
“N-no…” He answers.
“Us stopping this doesn't mean we'll kick you out and never speak to you again, sweetheart” Xiao Xingchen seems to have read his mind in order to say that…
This makes him rethink his answer.
It takes him a while to gather the confidence and say “I… Can’t”
“Can't what, A-Yang?”
“I want to do this, I want both of you… But I just… I can't. I’m sorry”
He feels like he might start crying before he even makes it home.
“That's alright, you don't have to do anything you don't want to” Song Lan soothes a hand down Xue Yang’s back.
“Exactly honey, we still want you, no matter in what way”
“Do you want to get dressed?” Song Lan asks understandingly.
“Please…” Is all he manages to say, he can feel the tears down his throat, almost blocking the words from coming out.
“Do you want us to help?” Xiao Xingchen follows in question.
He can’t seem to be able to speak, so instead he nods weakly.
As his whole body stutters, they help him put his underwear and pants back on and once he's wearing all the (comfortable) clothes he was wearing before they place him against the headboard and pull the blanket in order to cover him with it.
He can tell they're unsure of what to do next, he can tell they don't know whether to leave him alone or join him under the blanket.
He feels ashamed, he feels like he's ruined everything and he knows they have all the rights to hate him now.
None of them spoke for a while. Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan just stand there, Song Lan at his side and Xiao Xingchen at the foot of the bed in front of Xue Yang.
He doesn't know what to say, he wants to apologize, he wants to disappear, he wants them to stay even though he knows they despise him now.
He isn't sure if it's his need for their comfort, or his need for their approval - For proof they don't hate him - But he opens his arms as an invitation to join him in bed.
Song Lan raises the blanket for Xiao Xingchen to huddle close to Xue Yang under it, still unsure if it's okay until Xue Yang pulls him closer against his side.
Song Lan remains above the blanket but still on the bed at Xue Yang's other side, nestling him between the couple's warmth.
The quiet shared between the three of them is finally broken by Xiao Xingchen.
“Do you… Want to talk about, you know… What just happened?" He's cautious.
“I don't” He cuts in, feeling the couple turn their heads to look at each other…
“But I have to, if I don't talk about it now… I probably never will.”
He feels Xiao Xingchen nod his head above him, takes a long breath, and starts talking.
“It's something I was born with apparently, something that ‘ran in the family’. I didn't even get to know… I'm an orphan technically, parents left me at the doorstep of an orphanage just like in all those shitty movies. So, I had no way of knowing it was going to stay that size.”
His breathing gets shaky and he feels his throat drying up.
“At first I just thought I was a late bloomer, and for a long time I did everything I could to stick with that belief… For some reason I still feel like one day I'll wake up with a bigger dick than the one I fell asleep with like some idiot.”
He hears Song Lan gulp down louder than before, or maybe he's just trying to focus on anything other than the topic he's talking about.
“And before you ask, yes, it has kept me away from a lot of good hookups… Just like the lump.” He wiggles his amputated pinky, trying to lift the mood in the room, sensing it has dropped by a lot.
“It’s not something I like to talk about… It's certainly not something I like about myself, but I don't want this to keep us apart.” He's already lost them once, he can't have it happen again.
“I was so happy to see you two here, and really horny when it came to our whole… Predicament at the booth earlier that i just forgot about my size until it was too… Late.”
He wants to shrink himself and disappear again, but the grounding feeling of both of their arms enveloping him makes him feel a little less shitty.
“It’s okay. A little surprising, I must say, but we’re not going to let a small thing such as this to ruin what we could be together” He's not sure if Song Lan made that choice of words on purpose but he can feel Xiao Xingchen holding back giggles at the use of ‘little’ and ‘small thing’.
“It’s okay, you can laugh about this… That's one good thing to come out of it.” He sighs and relishes in the sound of Xiao Xingchen's full laugh, sounds like champagne glasses being tapped lightly or hand-made wind chimes ringing.
“Do you feel better? Do you wish to pick up where we left off?” He is asked by Song Lan once Xiao Xingchen’s laughter subsides.
“You still want to?” Even after he ruined it?
“We want anything you want, sweetie” Xiao Xingchen answers.
He takes one last big breath, thinking it over in his head, considering every single thing on the table right now.
“I do.” He says on the exhale.
“But I don't think I can-”
“That's okay. We can figure something out, can't we?” Xiao Xingchen cuts him off hurriedly.
“How do you feel about… Watching us instead?” He continues, looking at Song Lan for an approving nod then shifting his gaze to meet Xue Yang’s eyes.
“You may even give us 5 directions or commands since you've been nothing but good for us” Song Lan adds, keeping his dominance over the situation a known presence in the room.
Xue Yang takes a while to think it over, rolling around as many possible outcomes as he can in his head before answering.
“I would… Love that” He says with so much relief and hope under his breath.
He's simply so happy they're trying so hard to find something they'll all like. That they're trying, so he won't have to go and so no one leaves this room feeling saddened.
“Would you rather - And this doesn't count as a direction - Stay on the bed, sit in that chair over there” Song Lan points to a velvety throne like chair positioned semi perfectly against a wall In front of the bed,then continues speaking.
“Or, would you rather kneel for us.” It seems as though he isn't really asking, the pure control rumbling in his voice sends shivers down Xue Yang's spine.
“Wh-Where would I kneel?” For some reason, he feels a sudden urge to add a ‘sir’ at the end of that sentence.
“Where all good things kneel of course, right here” Xiao Xingchen points to the floor beside the bed, a small kneeling cushion placed conveniently next to the wooden bedside table.
Xue Yang has a sneaking suspicion that the cushion exists there solely for kneeling purposes and has been placed there for a long time. Perhaps the room's interior design was even planned with it all along, the couple seemed the type to do that.
He sorta wants to ask if they actually did all of that, but not right now. Not when he's scurrying to his knees atop the velvety cushion and straightening his back as if he's a strung up doll who's just had its strings pulled.
“Is it safe to assume from your muzzle there's a pup in our midst?” Song Lan asks as he settles in his spot, causing him to flinch slightly as he's called out.
“It is, isn't it? We do have a pup here!” Xiao Xingchen exclaims.
He thinks back to when he wanted to shy away and go home just now and regrets he hasn't left then, why must they see through every single wall he's built up as if it's glass.
He nods his head again, in shame of being discovered so quickly.
“Awwww look at him blush!” Xiao Xingchen coos.
“Do you think he knows any tricks, Zichen?” Xiao Xingchen asks, treating him as if he really can't speak for himself… And oh how he loves that.
“I don't know Xingchen, how about you give it a try?” Song Lan responds, treating him the same way Xiao Xingchen just did. It fills his chest with an oddly warm feeling.
Oh
Oh.
That's love, isn't it?
He loves them… He loves them.
Do they love him? Does he want them to? Should he say anything? Should he do something-
“Gimme paw!” Xiao Xingchen cuts his train of thought, holding out his open palm.
“Gimme paw.” He repeats when Xue Yang takes too long.
“I said paw.” Xue Yang quickly curls his hand into a fist and places it on Xiao Xingchen’s palm.
“Good boy, took you a little bit didn't it… That's alright, I knew you could do it” Xiao Xingchen’s ability to shift between harsh and sweet tones genuinely both frightens and impresses Xue Yang.
“I can't really tell you to sit since you already are sitting…”
“We can test his tricks more in depth later, Xingchen. Right now, there's something else I want to do with you.” Song Lan diverts the conversation back to its roots.
“With the dog in the room? Pervert.” Xiao Xingchen jokes, but sneaks down into Song Lan’s lap anyway, smothering him in a slow and passionate kiss.
As the two start picking up the pace, Song Lan manages to talk to Xue Yang between kisses
“I will tell you whenever you may give us directions. Would you like to give us one now?”
“Do you plan on removing any layers or must I direct you to?” He asks, half teasing-half genuinely inquiring.
“You mustn't, but you may request us to get to that part faster” Song Lan answers.
“Please do.” He begs.
“As you wish” Song Lan says, stripping Xiao Xingchen out of his pants and shirt. carefully removing all the small accessories in a maddeningly slow pace, then taking off his own clothes - Leather buckle by leather buckle - Until they were both in their underwear.
And wow, they are beautiful. They might be the prettiest sight for sore eyes Xue Yang has ever witnessed.
His mouth is agape and he's looking at them with such devotion and pure adoration in his eyes he must look like he's on drugs, or look as though he's going absolutely batshit insane.
He’s suddenly reminded of all of those stupid K-dramas Mo Xuanyu kept forcing him to watch with them and he can semi-vividly hear cheesy music playing in his head as he stares at the two as if they're his moon and stars. He realises the irony in that comparison due to Xiao Xingchen’s literal stage name having the word ‘moon’ in it.
At least the comparison is proof Xiao Xingchen picked his name right…
Whilst he was gazing and reminiscing, he somehow missed both of their undergarments coming off and both of their hands now covering each other's nether regions - Covering and stroking.
With the sounds of Xiao Xingchen’s little gasps and Song Lan’s soft grunts as they spread trails of kisses over whatever body part is in each other's reach, filling the quiet of the room with ethereal noises.
dear gods.
This is how he dies, it must be.
But boy oh boy, is it a gorgeous way to go; Seeing heavens angels before he takes his last breath and falls down to the pits of hell - Where else would a guy like him possibly go, and what he’s witnessing surely has to count as blasphemous greed - He fears he might actually cum just from the sight alone, and then die of course.
He doesn't want to cum that soon and from practically nothing. Although, there's a certain voice in his head telling him that the couple currently groping and kissing each other in front of him would probably just take it as a compliment.
Worst case scenario they just wont care.
He really does love them…
He's never had a good relationship with his positive emotions-he’s never trusted his heart either-but this time he’s sure of it.
It feels as though fate has brought them together on purpose, almost as if fate failed them in a previous life and is now making it up to them.
What a silly thought.
“Any directions for us, precious?”
Song Lan’s voice stops his mindless spiraling and brings him back to the reality of the situation.
He thinks for a little while - And definitely doesn't cling on to the ‘precious’ that ended Song Lan’s sentence - And carefully considers each option he has laid out before him.
He has been feeling a little left out, as if he's not even part of the scene but just in spectator mode, even though him just watching was supposed to be the whole thing.
And still, he decides to ask;
"Can I get some kisses too?" He feels like he sounds too much like a blushing maiden, but apparently, Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan don't hear it.
Xiao Xingchen starts to lean down towards him but stops mid-way, his eyes seem to sparkle as he gets a different idea that might be better then him leaning down towards Xue Yang.
"Up!" Xiao Xingchen says, moving his arms in an upwards motion with his palms facing the ceiling.
It takes Xue Yang no more then three seconds to realize what Xiao Xingchen means, and he lifts his ass off of his heels - Where its been resting while he knelt - And straightens his spine up until his eyes meet Xiao Xingchen's neck, lifting his head up to face Xiao Xingchen fully.
He doesn't have to wait for long before Xiao Xingchen's lips are back on his,enveloping him in his taste, Xue Yang cant help but moan into Xiao Xingchen's mouth.
Song Lan's rougher hand reaches for his chin and pulls a complaining Xue Yang away from Xiao Xinghcen's mouth and towards his own, kissing him passionately.
To Xue Yang's utter dismay, the kisses from both of them end eventually and the couple resumes in inching closer and closer to their love-making.
If he's being honest, he's not entirely sure what he's supposed to be doing other then just kneeling and the occasional requesting…
It feels a little awkward, he feels like he should be doing something but he doesn't know what.
Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan have it much easier, he imagines.
Can't be that hard to just… Fuck nasty while someone watches, since the room is theirs and literally came with the kneeling cushion they must've done this dozens of times.
He wonders if one of them was the one in his place once.
He suddenly gains the vivid holy image of Song Lan or Xiao Xingchen kneeling at the same spot he is, their backs must've been straighter, posture better, with a more relaxed attitude then his for sure…
There's a particularly loud moan that cuts his string of thought and pulls him out from his imagination and back into the room.
Xiao Xingchen is sprawled on the bed with Song Lan on top of him, one of Song Lan's arms is holding him above Xiao Xingchen and the other is somewhere Xue Yang cant see from this angle. But, based on Xiao Xingchen's stuttery moans and full body shivers, Xue Yang assumes Song Lan is working him open.
Song Lan seems to be purposefully hitting Xiao Xingchen's prostate with killer precision, pulling louder moans and harder shivers out from Xiao Xingchen as he tries to thrust on to Song Lan's hand, but to no avail.
There's a little bit of sweat covering their skin, making it glisten under the soft purple-ish lighting of the room.
Song Lan peppers Xiao Xingchen's chest and neck with an alternating mix of loving kisses and harsher nibbles and bites.
Every Once in a while Xiao Xingchen pulls Song Lan up for a truly devilish intertwining of lips, seeking comfort in the haze of all the different pleasures trailing over his mind and body.
Xiao Xingchen's moans subside and his body shivers less, Song Lan must have pulled his fingers out, Xue Yang guesses.
Song Lan doesn't give Xiao Xingchen much time to relax though, aligning his impressively sized cock with one hand and placing the other softly over Xiao Xingchen's abdomen.
He looks at Xue Yang, unmoving, then asks; "Direction number 3, slowly or all in one go?"
As if Xue Yang can figure out what that even means-
Oh
"Ca-Can he take it all at once?" Xue Yang stutters out, pure lust painting his voice.
"He can, and he loves it, like the fucking cockslut he is" Song Lan answers, Xiao Xingchen moans at the degradation.
"Then all at once, please" Xue Yang decides.
"Please,what?" Song Lan retorts.
Xue Yang forces down a whimper as he feels his cock twitch under his boxers.
"Please, sir" He corrects himself.
"Good boy" Is all Song Lan says before thrusting the entirety of his large shaft inside his husband, causing Xiao Xingchen to almost scream.
The almost scream fades into a moan of sheer pleasure as Xiao Xingchen's eyes roll back and his back arches.
Song Lan builds up a ruthless pace thrusting deep into Xiao Xingchen and pulling the most heinous sounds out of him while Song Lan grunts and the occasional whimper.
About 15 minutes pass and Xue Yang is impressed they both last this long, considering the speed and ferocity Song Lan is going at.
"Direction number 4, pay attention pup, does he get to cum right now?" Song Lan asks between thrusts.
Xue Yang's throat dries up and yet he can feel his mouth water. He looks at Xiao Xingchen, eyes closed and mouth wide open panting with pleasure, makeup smudged and eyeliner running from tears.
"He does - Sir" Xue Yang almost slipped up, but he just cant do that to Xiao Xingchen, he's not as mean as people think he is… Though he's sure Song Lan can be much meaner, and he cant wait to find out… On a different occasion.
Song Lan doesn't say anything else after that, he simply speeds his pace up and reaches to stroke Xiao Xingchen's cock, Xiao Xingchen flinches and arches his back even further at the sudden action on his dick.
Their joint moans and grunts slowly climb up in sound and pitch until Song Lan's pace stutters slightly and they both cum, at the same time.
Xue Yang is pretty sure he was close to cumming aswell, somehow.
"Last direction, do I keep going or stop" Song Lan asks.
Xiao Xingchen just whimpers and turns his face to look at Xue Yang, there's no thoughts behind his eyes but absolute ecstasy.
"Stop here, but don't pull out please, sir" Xue Yang hopes that little bit of creative liberty isn't against the rules.
"Copy that, you wanna come up here and join us, doll?" Song Lan asks, changing the position he and Xiao Xingchen are in to lay more comfortably on the bed, still inside his husband.
"If I may, I'd love to" Xue Yang replies, climbing up the bed when Song Lan ushers him with one palm.
"Is… Is he okay?" Xue Yang asks, looking down at Xiao Xingchen that lays between him and Song Lan, cloudy half-open eyes and mouth slightly agape.
"He's more than okay, don't worry he'll be his cheery over-energized self in a few minutes" Song Lan soothes a hand over Xue Yang's bicep, looking at Xiao Xingchen lovingly.
They lay like that for a few minutes, Xue Yang cant really tell how many. Xiao Xingchen comes back bit by bit, smiling a fucked-out smile at the two of them once he's fully back to himself.
"Bath?" He asks, sore throat and raspy voice.
"Of course, love" Song Lan answers his husband, picking him up as if he's nothing and taking him towards a door Xue Yang hasn't even noticed the room has.
"Hold up, there's a fucking bath in here?" He asks, but gets no verbal answer apart from Xiao Xingchen's giggles and the sound of the door opening.
The bathroom has a sleek design, a simple sink toilet and shower. But, the bathtub is what takes up the most space in the room, large enough to fit at least 4 grown adults.
"You two realize that's practically a jacuzzi, right?" He asks, half joking half genuinely.
"Yep" Comes from Xiao Xingchen and a simple hum comes from Song Lan.
Song Lan sits Xiao Xingchen on the closed toilet lid and turns the bath faucet on. Xiao Xingchen watches it fill for a bit before calling Xue Yang to him and clinging to his middle as Xue Yang stand next to him.
Eventually the tub fills up with an acceptable amount of water, and Xiao Xingchen uses the support of Xue Yang to waddle over and sit down inside the warm water and pulls on Xue Yang's arm when he tries to step away.
Xue Yang sits down on the cool tile floor next to the bathtub once he realizes Xiao Xingchen doesn't want him to leave him.
Song Lan shuffles in behind Xiao Xingchen and sits on the edge of the tub against the wall, gathering Xiao Xingchen's hair in his hands and washing it thoroughly with a small shower head.
"Pass me the shampoo, please?" He asks Xue Yang, which opens the shampoo bottle once he locates it and hands it to Song Lan who squeezes some into his palm and starts combing it through Xiao Xingchen's hair soothingly.
"This is one of my favourite parts you know… The after." Xiao Xingchen cuts the silence that previously filled the room
"The dull aches being soothed by the warm water, the sore throat slowly fading away, seeing the marks with a clearer head… The soft quiet coziness… It's all so nice, don't you think?" He continues, turning his head as much as he can to face Xue Yang whilst Song Lan continues washing his hair.
"Yeah, it's nice… I don't usually stick around for the 'after' though, most of my one night stands- those that i managed to have- ended in looking around for my clothes and fleeing the scene with barely a goodbye and some money for a taxi or bus ride home…" He admits.
"But I did experience a good after, just once, but it was the best after I've ever had… It was a very long time ago and wasn't even with the person i hooked up with, A-yu -my best friend- found me after a one night-stand and insisted i let them take care of me, and it was probably the first time anyone ever taken care of me as well as they did" he confesses, not noticing the sad looks the couple gave each other at the information.
"well, you can expect a lot more good afters with us." Song Lan says.
"are you sure you want to deal with a package like me though?" he asks, sarcastic but with true intention deep down.
"we're very sure" they both answer simultaneously, so genuine Xue Yang's heart might burst.
By the time they leave the club - Together - Xue Yang notices Mo Xuanyu and Nie Huaisang already left, as he couldn't find their car in the parking lot whilst walking to Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan's car.
"Will you stay the night?" Xiao Xingchen asks.
"Yes" He answers like its breathing.
"Good" Song Lan responds.
He climbs into the backseat of the car and Xiao Xingchen joins him while Song Lan gets in the drivers seat and starts the car.
They all buckle in and Song Lan starts driving.
Unlike the car-ride to the club, this time Xue Yang is comfortably sleepy; There's the hum of the engine, the soft murmur of the radio and the hushed conversation of Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen to lull him to sleep, knowing he'll be carried by Song Lan into the couples - Probably comfortable - House and then into their bed, if he doesn't wake by the time they make it.
And, he knows in the morning he'll wake up to the smell of pancakes and hot cocoa in a warm bed and a well chilled room, and he'll feel like he belongs there, because he does.
