[ It’s an idle threat and they both know it. Jiang Cheng has the strength to lift his brother up and drop him in the water on an average day, but this isn’t average at all. He can barely get his body to move well enough to rock with the touches he’s being given, to move with his brother; it would be almost impossible to focus on shoving him away, even if he did want to stop what they were doing.
Instead, he tries to focus on the gift of pleasure he’s being given.
Two fingers press into him, a gentle stretch, unexpected, and Jiang Cheng makes a noise that can only be described as punched out of him. He feels like a bought woman, some paid for girl whimpering and moaning, but it’s not fake. It’s not a game, not pretend, it’s real, and it feels so good, knowing the fingers are there because Wei Wuxian wants him to feel that incredible.
How else would his brother please him? More fingers, bullying them into his cunt until he comes around them? Would he turn him and shove his robes aside and push his cock into him, take what has really always been his? Or would he tease him, rock his hard cock between his legs and make him ask for it, beg for it, show how much he needs it?
Jiang Cheng doesn’t know which one he wants, because he wants them all. He wants to be devoured, owned, claimed, wants to be loved, and it makes tears sting at his eyes as he groans, head tilting and body pushing, desperately. He’s already so close to the edge, so close to coming that it’s mortifying, cunt squeezing tight around the fingers urging him nearer and nearer that edge. ]
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[ It’s an idle threat and they both know it. Jiang Cheng has the strength to lift his brother up and drop him in the water on an average day, but this isn’t average at all. He can barely get his body to move well enough to rock with the touches he’s being given, to move with his brother; it would be almost impossible to focus on shoving him away, even if he did want to stop what they were doing.
Instead, he tries to focus on the gift of pleasure he’s being given.
Two fingers press into him, a gentle stretch, unexpected, and Jiang Cheng makes a noise that can only be described as punched out of him. He feels like a bought woman, some paid for girl whimpering and moaning, but it’s not fake. It’s not a game, not pretend, it’s real, and it feels so good, knowing the fingers are there because Wei Wuxian wants him to feel that incredible.
How else would his brother please him? More fingers, bullying them into his cunt until he comes around them? Would he turn him and shove his robes aside and push his cock into him, take what has really always been his? Or would he tease him, rock his hard cock between his legs and make him ask for it, beg for it, show how much he needs it?
Jiang Cheng doesn’t know which one he wants, because he wants them all. He wants to be devoured, owned, claimed, wants to be loved, and it makes tears sting at his eyes as he groans, head tilting and body pushing, desperately. He’s already so close to the edge, so close to coming that it’s mortifying, cunt squeezing tight around the fingers urging him nearer and nearer that edge. ]