[ The dock is quiet, and the only sounds around them are their breathing - Jiang Cheng's harsher from tears and the desperate need to not sob - and the ripple of the water shifting in the wind, the flowers of the pier filling the air with the familiar smell. Jiang Cheng had grown up here, lived here, had his heart die here and forced himself to come back to life in this place. It had been the only home he knew for so long, and now...
Now it feels like something so, so different, but he doesn't know how he could sit down and tell anyone else that. Perhaps it's a reason why no one had ever seen fit to take him for husband, had ever seen fit to accept him as a possible match. He could not speak, could not explain his hurts, his sadness, his pains, and no one would ever know the truth of all the things that he had been through.
There's a kiss, then, to his forehead, to his temple, an echo of something that had happened a thousand times before, and Jiang Cheng thinks, he wonders - why.
When he leans back, face damp with tears, their noses brush, and he is stuck in a long moment. Possessed with something - desire, anger, an intense feeling that feels so intrinsically familiar to him, it's like breathing - he leans in, and their lips brush.
It's a kiss, or an echo of one, and he flinches himself immediately after it, as if someone has punched him in the gut. ]
[ Jiang Cheng kisses him and Wei Wuxian is at a loss for words. His hold doesn't weaken, he doesn't pull back, but he does look softly shocked in response. Because of the act, because of who it came from, because of how right it felt. That aching, needful desire to have his brother back in his arms, to make right what was once lost, to have Jiang Cheng look at him with love once again. Something about the kiss feels like a closer step forward to that than anything else.
So, Jiang Cheng flinches and Wei Wuxian holds him tighter, warmer. He rubs his nose against Jiang Cheng's temple and breathes him in. Before, slowly, he lowers his head and presses his lips to Jiang Cheng's. His eyes fall closed and his sigh is soft into Jiang Cheng's mouth, but he slowly coaxes him into a kiss back, tongue softly running against Jiang Cheng's bottom lip as his eyes fall closed and his heart feels full.
Right here, on the quiet of the dock, with just the two of them and an understanding no one else has, he kisses his brother with all the gentleness of a lover. ]
When he was younger, there might have been some awkward fumbles, before he realised he was destined for an arranged marriage and couldn't indulge in those kinds of things. He had hoped, when his parents had been alive, that there might have been some promise of a love match, of something akin to his sister and her husband (as trying as that situation had been), but since then...
Since then, he had been alone.
His thoughts had never trailed to this situation with Wei Wuxian, to see his brother so intimately, but it feels natural to do it now, to lean into him and kiss him back, to lift his hands and grip at the front of his shirt, to pull him as close as he can get. Jiang Cheng is violent, even in this, despite his inexperience and his newness, wanting to drown himself in the unfamiliar sensation of another mouth against his own, drawing so many feelings from him that he thinks he might faint. ]
[ Wei Wuxian doesn't have much experience, but still more than Jiang Cheng. He can tell that already in the way they kiss, though the kiss is so good, so perfect, that it really doesn't matter. He feels Jiang Cheng turn more in his arms, grab the front of his shirt and pull him in and Wei Wuxian makes a soft noise, pleased.
His kiss is gentle, passionate, and Jiang Cheng's is equally passionate but much more aggressive. He slides his arms around Jiang Cheng's waist, curling fingers into the back of his robes and lets their mouths move together. He can feel the way Jiang Cheng is full of emotion, trembling with it and when they part for breath, he nudges his nose against Jiang Cheng's, voice soft. ]
Slow down.
[ A soft peck, sweet. ]
I'm not going anywhere.
[ And then he's pressing in again, kissing Jiang Cheng with an open mouthed hunger. He takes the lead, licking into Jiang Cheng's mouth and pressing him back, back, back, until his back hits one of the support beams of the dock and Wei Wuxian is able to trap him in against it. His body presses against Jiang Cheng's and his hands grip the banister on either side of Jiang Cheng's body as he kisses and kisses and kisses. ]
[ Slow down, slow down, Wei Wuxian says, as if that is something that has ever been possible for Jiang Cheng. It has felt as if his entire life has been a race, trying to catch up to an impossible goal and prove himself to a world that doesn't really care about him in comparison to another. He only mattered due to a circumstance of birth, and his isolation in his older years has only highlighted that.
The notion of slowing, of calming, of resisting what is being offered now it is being dangled in front of him feels impossible, and he huffs a little noise, annoyed, frustrated.
I'm not going anywhere.
He's heard that before.
It feels more real now that he's anchored at the moment, arm wrapping around his brother to hold him close as he pushes up into the kiss, surges into it, gripping at whatever part of Wei Wuxian he can reach as he makes a soft noise of pleasure, of excitement, the newness and the thrill flooding him and making him melt. ]
[ Of course, Jiang Cheng didn't listen to him but he didn't expect him to either. Jiang Cheng is his own person, constantly pushing against whatever fate has handed to him. He is fiercely independent, though even Wei Wuxian isn't oblivious enough to realize why that is. Jiang Cheng doesn't have anyone — or rather, he hasn't had anyone, not since Wei Wuxian became the Yiling Patriarch and their shijie...
No, he's had to learn to be alone, so is it really surprising in this moment when Wei Wuxian offers him a lifeline, companionship once again, that he takes it with such ferocity? Wei Wuxian wants him to, wants him to grab onto him and never let go because as much as Jiang Cheng feels like there's no one there for him, Wei Wuxian feels equally adrift. He misses having a home, having someone to love him, feeling like he has a foundation in this world.
Jiang Cheng is his foundation.
The kiss turns rougher, more desperate. Wei Wuxian tilts his head, bites into Jiang Cheng's mouth and licks against him, tongues sliding against each other as breath grows heated and choppy. A hand of his moves to slide over Jiang Cheng's side, curling against his hip and dragging him in against him to press their bodies even more flush. He kisses him, deep and deep and deep. A soft moan into his mouth. He's grateful then for the privacy of this dock because the way he wants to kiss his brother is not for the eyes of anyone else. ]
[ If Jiang Cheng were to be truly selfish, he thinks he would never let Wei Wuxian go. He would never let him slip out of his arms and disappear from Yunmeng, would never let him disappear into the night and return to the Cloud Recesses. Greedy, needy, desperate, he would keep this man to himself, hide him away and never let anyone else try to take him from him, the overwhelming desire to keep him nearby and live through long forgotten promises overcoming him.
He had nothing, when all was said and done. He lost his parents, his sister, his sect, his brother, all ripped away after he had survived a war at such a young age. Having Wei Wuxian come back into his life had been a brutal relief and a stab in the gut at the same time, seeing again that he would pick someone else over his home, his family, his brother. The Wens, the Lans, anyone but Jiang Cheng, anyone but the family that had loved him.
(Just because he understands it doesn't mean it doesn't make him sick).
Their bodies are flush, pressed together, and he has never been so close to another man. It doesn't frighten or alarm him in the way that it might otherwise, knowing who it is that's kissing him, and Jiang Cheng kisses him back all the harder from the nudge of their chests, the power in his body given to him by Wei Wuxian himself, a core that keeps his hopes and dreams alive.
He feels pathetic with it, the way he makes soft noises, the desperation, the utter desire that pools inside him and makes him weak. ]
[ It's hard, really. He knows Jiang Cheng understands why he made the choices he did, but he also knows the choices he made hurt Jiang Cheng regardless. Made him feel undervalued, unloved, alone, and that's not what Wei Wuxian ever wants Jiang Cheng to feel. But he couldn't make any other choices in his mind — he had to save the Wens, he had to partner with Lan Wangji. He didn't have another option.
But now, his life is his own again and he's able to make his own choices, to decide where he goes next. And where he wants to go next is... nowhere. He wants to stay right here, in Lotus Pier, with his brother. He doesn't want to leave him anymore.
Wei Wuxian breathes out heavily against Jiang Cheng, parting their lips and letting himself catch his breath for a moment as his forehead presses against Jiang Cheng's and he closes his eyes. He loves Jiang Cheng. He loves him, he loves him, he loves him. He lifts a hand, cups Jiang Cheng's cheek and brushes his thumb across his skin gently. ]
Jiang Cheng...
[ He surges forward, kisses him again. Hot and wet and desperate, he moans softly into his mouth and kisses and kisses and kisses before breaking apart again. ]
Jiang Cheng.
[ His nose drifts across Jiang Cheng's jaw and he presses in, kissing to his throat now, scraping teeth against the sensitive skin and breathing out heavily against him as he kisses and sucks a mark against the pale skin. ]
[ Recovering after the Sunshot campaign, recovering after the destruction of Yunmeng, had been hard. It had been so hard, but Jiang Cheng had done it, because he had no choice. It had seemed impossible, but he would attempt it, because that was his duty. So what if Wei Wuxian embodied the Jiang more than he did? So what if he would never match the expectations his mother had of him?
He has rebuilt his clan from the ground up, and he is proud of that.
There had never been a moment where he could live for himself, rather than for his clan. To choose what he wanted. To support the Wen Clan, who helped save his life. To save Wen Qing, who had refused him and returned his comb. To protect a-Ling from the horrors of the world and find his happiness instead of his grief. To find his own hopes of love and adoration, taken from him because of the bristly nature he holds on to, even now.
Their foreheads brush, his eyes soften, and he breathes out, filled with more emotion than he has permitted himself since he had fled the temple.
Leaning into the touch, he feels anchored. He feels safe. He feels like he is home. ]
Wei Wuxian...
[ Still not his personal name, still not able to do anything except whisper, to smother himself with little huffed breaths as he tilts his head, biting his lip hard and trying to force himself to smother his groans. ]
[ Wei Wuxian has never told Jiang Cheng he is proud of him for the work that he's done. It's something that's slipped his mind, in his struggles as the Yiling Patriarch, in his death, in everything he has gone through. He has never sat down and genuinely told Jiang Cheng that everything he has done, has been admirable, has been worthwhile, has been something that Wei Wuxian knew he had the power to achieve. He should, one day. Perhaps after he is done kissing him.
For now, he pours those emotions into these kisses, these touches. It's like a gnawing, aching hunger inside of him, unable to be fulfilled by anything other than Jiang Cheng's touches. He has missed his brother, so much, so utterly and desperately. He needs to reaffirm to himself that he is real and whole and true.
Jiang Cheng says his name and sure, it's not his personal name, but it still carries all the emotion as if it were. It softens him, makes his heart ache, and he lifts his head to steal another kiss. He needs to keep kissing Jiang Cheng, to keep touching him. He doesn't want to let him go again.
Foreheads against each other again, he opens his eyes to look at Jiang Cheng's own and breathes out heavily. His hand takes Jiang Cheng's wrist between his fingers and he lifts it, presses it to his pounding heart as he looks back so earnestly at his brother. ]
Yours. No one else's.
[ His heart, it belongs to Jiang Cheng and only him. He knows Jiang Cheng has worry in his heart that Wei Wuxian will truly leave him, hide away with the Lan clan and never come home again. It's not true though, it's not, he only wants to be here. As long as he is welcome, he will be here. As long as Jiang Cheng wants him, he will be at his side.
He steals another kiss and into his mouth, he murmurs against his lips, eyes closing and sigh soft — ]
[ No one has ever told Jiang Cheng they were proud of him; not his father, not his mother, not even his sister, not really. Praise had been heaped on Wei Wuxian for his talents, on Jiang Yanli for her perfect, but Jiang Cheng? He was too rude, too crude, too harsh, too weak in comparison. He had never, ever been good enough, never been enough for anyone, and it's a struggle to reconcile that with the man he's become now.
The kisses ground him and drag him out of those thoughts, out of the vile way his mind speaks to him and makes him want to crumble into pieces, demanding that he focus instead on the way that Wei Wuxian is kissing him. If anyone was to walk out to find them now it would be shameful, embarrassing, but he doesn't care, doesn't even think about it, because this is all he wants.
Wei Wuxian is all he wants.
Blinking, cheeks flushed red, lips sore, eyes lidded, Jiang Cheng feels weightless, feels happy. He licks his own lips, the two of them looking at each other, gazing at each other, before he looks away, embarrassed. It's the way he always is, not able to face his own emotions, not able to face the way that his heart is racing inside his chest, thudding so loud he's sure someone can hear it. ]
You... Shut up.
[ A gentle shove against his chest - gentle, because even with a new core, Wei Wuxian is not the strong man he used to be.
Blinking back his tears, his grief, he breathes out softly. ]
[ It feels almost normal, being told to shut up, being told he's an idiot, by Jiang Cheng. It has him smiling, bright, unable to quell the happiness inside of him because Jiang Cheng's words feel like acceptance, like home, like love. He doesn't say it back, doesn't say the words, but Wei Wuxian knows what his brother means and this is all he wants from him. The shove comes, so gentle, and Wei Wuxian just steps in closer instead. ]
I love you. [ He says it again, emboldened. He leans up to kiss Jiang Cheng's forehead, then his cheek, nosing against the skin. ] I love you so much.
[ It's all he wants to say, all he wants Jiang Cheng to know. He has apologies, of course, has regrets that he needs to admit to. But it doesn't matter right now when it comes to this — his love for Jiang Cheng, his need to share it with him and show it to him. He surges forward then, kissing him again with a deep, eager hunger. He licks into his mouth, aggressive in his kiss and pins Jiang Cheng back against the banister.
One of his legs slips between Jiang Cheng's, thigh pressing up against him as the kiss grows more and more heated. One arm wraps around Jiang Cheng's waist, pulls him over his thigh and the other curls fingers against his neck, caressing him gently even as he buries him in such a kiss. He devours Jiang Cheng, all hunger and need, loving in his own way. He wants to hear more of those soft moans, those tiny noises, wants to make Jiang Cheng feel good. ]
[ What a relief it is to be around someone who understands him and knows what he means when he speaks, when he acts, when the words tumble out of his mouth in the wrong order with the wrong tone. A-Ling does an admirable job, having grown up with his uncle’s moods and guidance to teach him how to act, but no one has ever had such depth of understanding. No one except his brother and sister, and only one of them has returned to him.
Wei Wuxian keeps kissing him and Jiang Cheng keeps giving them back, tilting his head and letting his brother guide him and show him what to do. His cheeks are flushed a bright red and he feels pathetic, craving this as much as he is, painfully desperate for any and all affection that he might be given, but… Does it matter? They are alone here, and no one will call in Jiang Cheng when he’s out on the docks.
Only this man will see him like this, like a ship unmoored, like his body might melt into the wooden boards below their feet.
Dragged back to reality by the leg pushing between his own, Jiang Cheng chokes out a noise, shivering. It’s too easy to shift his hips a little, to grind against the solid push of knee between his legs, and it feels so… Exciting. Needy. He can feel hot how he is, how went his cunt already is from just kissing, and the shame wells up in him like an overwhelming smack to the head.
What if - Wei Wuxian doesn’t - what if -
but it doesn’t matter, not when he’s tilting his head back and making the neediest little noise he’s ever made in his life. ]
[ There's a heat building between them now. A desperation. He knows how it feels to touch his brother like this, to consume him, and he wants more of it. Jiang Cheng is flushed and perfect, panting against him as Wei Wuxian breathes just as heavily back. He's kissing him with abandon, needing to shower Jiang Cheng in his affection as much as Jiang Cheng needs the affection in return. It's been too long, far too long, since he was this close to his brother and now that need to be in Jiang Cheng's space, to cling and touch and love upon him has become even more potent with this sexual desire underneath his touch.
It's true, only Wei Wuxian will see Jiang Cheng like this. If someone were to interrupt them right now, Wei Wuxian would not be able to promise his behavior would be kind. No, these noises, this desperation, it only belongs to him.
As Jiang Cheng grinds against him, Wei Wuxian presses his thigh closer. It's a little strange though, he doesn't feel the heavy weight of a bulge but more of a flatness. It doesn't take him completely out of it, not when Jiang Cheng is clearly loving it, not when he tilts his head back and makes such a noise that Wei Wuxian's cock throbs within his robes.
Wei Wuxian presses a kiss to Jiang Cheng's throat, then a bite, grinding his thigh up against Jiang Cheng's groin even harder and starting to rock his own cock against Jiang Cheng's thigh. If they were to be spotted, it would be obvious what they were doing — dry humping against each other in the private dock. But no one's around, no one will bother them.
Breathing out slowly, Wei Wuxian murmurs in Jiang Cheng's ear, with a nip to his earlobe. ]
Can I touch you?
[ He wants to get his hands inside Jiang Cheng's robes, to pleasure him with his fingers. But he wants to make sure Jiang Cheng is okay with that first, before he debauches him. ]
[ The request has Jiang Cheng wanting to agree almost immediately.
How good would it feel, to have fingers not his own exploring his body, playing with him, learning what he likes best? To have someone else touch his waist, between his legs, to curl that touch inside him and play with him until he’s losing himself to abandon? It would be perfect, he’s sure of it. He doesn’t have any sort of measure of what experience Wei Wuxian might have, not really, but he knows it’ll be good because the way he feels, the way he loves, is too overpowering.
Leaning in, he steals another kiss, biting at his brother’s mouth and wondering if he could leave marks. Scrape his teeth over pale skin, bite down so that the entire world can see where Wei Wuxian belongs and who he belongs to. He is of Yunmeng Jiang, and isn’t it about time he came home for good?
All the same, he reaches out with an unsteady hand, grabbing his brother’s wrist and squeezing it, maybe a little too hard. The flare of panic in him is obvious, even as his hips continue to rock with desire, continue to seek out more of that hot, incredible pleasure.
Voice hoarse, he speaks. ]
I’m not… I don’t…
[ Formed differently. A well kept secret. Did anyone beyond his parents and sister know? Wei Wuxian hadn’t been here when Jiang Cheng had been born. Did Yanli tell him the other of his failures, or did she keep his secret? ]
[ Wei Wuxian doesn't know. He doesn't know the truth of it and no one ever told him. He always thought Jiang Cheng was just shy about his body, which is why he never changed in the same room as Wei Wuxian, why he's never seen him naked. Which is fine, it's Jiang Cheng's choice and all and he's just Jiang Cheng's shixiong, right? If Jiang Cheng doesn't want him that close, it's fine.
But now things are different. He wants Jiang Cheng, not just in a brotherly way but in more than that. He feels the way Jiang Cheng rocks against him, desperately needing his touch, and observes the flush on his face, the lust in his eyes. How desperately Wei Wuxian wants to give him pleasure like he's never had before. He needs to touch Jiang Cheng.
So, Wei Wuxian just takes the lead. He kisses Jiang Cheng again, long and slow enough until the grip on his wrist loosens and when his hand is free, he's going to find the opening of Jiang Cheng's robes, find the waistband of his pants. He slips his hand inside, pressing in, lower, until he realizes with even more clarity that there is no cock there to grab but something else. So, he pauses in his movements, just for a moment, panting against Jiang Cheng's mouth and eyes flicking up to meet his.
... Then he keeps going. Long, dexterous fingers move to slide inside Jiang Cheng's underwear and he will feel those fingers slide through his folds. Two fingers press together to rub at his wetness, feeling for his hole and teasing at the edges before sliding forward to find his clit. At that, then he just rubs circles around it, teasing, as he dives in to continues to kiss Jiang Cheng with a wet, eager tongue and a desperate, hungry need. ]
[ It feels suffocating, just how much he wants this.
There have been times in the past when he’s been aroused, when he’s needed the privacy of his own rooms to take care of himself, to sneak away and find the ease of a quick release. It had always felt like something of a chore, another thing to add to his to-do list every now and then to stop himself from losing control. He’s never been lustful, never looked at someone else and craved their touch or wondered how it would feel to have them.
Not until now.
Wei Wuxian’s fingers push away his layers, literally and figuratively, and sneak under to touch him. The brief hesitation has him panicking, afraid for a moment, as if he’ll be rejected, but then - oh, then, they’re seeking out where he’s hot and wet, teasing him with the promise of more. He wants those fingers inside him, wants to take two then four, to stretch out to the point of soreness of only to please Wei Wuxian like this. If only to warn the right to feel something else push inside him and claim him how no one else ever had.
Jiang Cheng can’t do much more than breath into the kisses, body twitching with sparks of pleasure as he grinds into the touches to his clit, already making him want more. This one time will never be enough, and he burns with that need, familiar and foreign all at once.
His head tilts back with a crack against the wooden banister and he all but whimpers, widening his stance just a little, desperate. ]
[ It's perfect. Wei Wuxian never expected to find Jiang Cheng with a pussy of all things, instead of a cock, but he's never been one to have a preference over one or the other. So, whatever Jiang Cheng has is enough to make Wei Wuxian happy. And now that he's got fingers teasing Jiang Cheng's clit, can watch as he breathes and shudders and falls apart on his fingers, it's intoxicating. Wei Wuxian knows already he'll never get enough of this.
It also makes filth pile up in his mind. The idea of eating out Jiang Cheng until his mouth is sopping wet with his juices. Fucking Jiang Cheng as he screams his pleasure, needing Wei Wuxian's cock. Even — even more. Jiang Cheng swollen pregnant with his child, if that's even a possibility. He shudders, the desire too strong, the need too great. He focuses instead on the here, the now. ]
You're so sensitive, shidi. [ An amused tilt to his voice, though it's also low and pleased as he murmurs it into Jiang Cheng's ear. ] And so wet. Look at how you've soaked your underclothes. We're going to need to get you changed.
[ A soft little laugh here and he kisses across Jiang Cheng's throat. Lower, lower, until he's biting at his collarbone, tugging open the front of his clothes just a little more for access there. His fingers keep working Jiang Cheng as well, shifting his position so his thumb can work over Jiang Cheng's clit while his two fingers press inside Jiang Cheng's hole, not even giving him the chance to stretch around one first. That's when he starts fucking him with his fingers, rubbing his inner walls and sliding in and out of his hole. ]
[ 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. ]
[ The threat comes and there's an idle, pleased laugh from Wei Wuxian in response. He knows his brother could do it, but could he do it now? Now, when Wei Wuxian has fingers buried in his cunt and has him dancing on the knife's edge of pleasure? Absolutely not. The threat is toothless, not when Jiang Cheng clearly wants this too much to lose.
So, Wei Wuxian watches him with hungry, hungry eyes. There's a possessive tilt to his touch, to his gaze, because this is his brother. His wonderful, perfect brother who has finally invited him back home — into his home, into his bed. He wants to give him everything, wants to touch him like this forever. He's so hard underneath his robes that it's hard to think now, the desperate need to be inside of Jiang Cheng overwhelming him. He wants to fuck him, wants to come inside of him, wants to see Jiang Cheng dripping with his seed. He's never felt this ravenous before, but it's been a long time since he's had sex and a longer time since he's had sex with anyone he actually liked.
He twists his fingers inside of Jiang Cheng's cunt, crooking them slightly to spread him wider, to increase the pleasure, and he presses another kiss to Jiang Cheng's throat. At the same time, his free hand takes Jiang Cheng's wrist between his fingers and lowers it, places Jiang Cheng's palm on the front of his robes so he could see just how hard Wei Wuxian is, just how much he aches. ]
Feel that? I want to fuck you, shidi. Let's go back to your bedroom after.
[ The touch of his fingers against the solid weight of his brother’s cock makes Jiang Cheng moan, because he wants it so much. He can daydream about how it would feel, to lie back in a bed or be shoved over it, to open his legs wide and welcome his brother into his arms. To feel a decadent stretch as the cock is pushed into him, filling him and giving him what he wants, what he needs. Wei Wuxian would do it, too, would fuck him so well, so sweetly that he wouldn’t be able to think.
He’s captivated by the thought of it. Having his neck marked with bites and kisses, thighs littered with the prick of nails as hands dig into him, cunt clenching around nothing as he desperately tries to keep the come inside of himself. Would Wei Wuxian touch him again after, push the come back in? Would he whisper about making a new heir for the sect, a sweet cousin twice over for their dear a-Ling? A baby of Jiang Cheng’s own?
The simple idea of it is what shoves him over the edge, has him coming, burning with it. The idea of having Wei Wuxian fuck him time and time again, filling him until he’s leaking, sleeping beside him with his cock still inside to keep him satisfied… Would he stay if Jiang Cheng promised him it? Would he come back if he allowed free use of his cunt, whenever desired? After a night hunt, early in the morning, when asleep, his body a tool to keep his brother pleased?
He comes, the intensity of it making his tears come back, tight as he squeezes around those searching fingers. His own hands grab at Wei Wuxian, one at his chest, the other at his cock, feeling it out and trying to guess how big it is, how well suited it’d be to fucking his needy cunt.
[ There is nothing better than the feeling of Jiang Cheng coming around his fingers, Wei Wuxian decides. Well, perhaps the feeling of him coming around his cock. But he feels it, the flush of juices as Jiang Cheng comes, spilling all over his hand and down his wrist, wetting him impossibly so. Wei Wuxian shudders near violently with how good it feels, and he hasn't even come himself. Just the sensation of it has him so hard he aches, leaking in his own underwear and wanting more. He feels Jiang Cheng's hand too, clenching at his cock, feeling him up, and it brings a sharp smile to his lips.
Of course, Wei Wuxian is well endowed. He is blessed in everything that he does, everything that he is, so why would he not have a big cock too? He wonders sometimes, if Mo Xuanyu's cock was as big as his is before he took over his body and changed his features to resemble his own. This body is a near replica of his old, after all, part and parcel from the sacrifice. Just, no scars to linger and remind him of old. It's something to think about.
Either way, it means he will be able to fuck his brother just as good as he needs it. And with the way he just came on his fingers, Wei Wuxian knows he needs it, bad. As Jiang Cheng lets tears slip from his eyes, Wei Wuxian presses in close to lick them from his face, tasting the salt on his tongue before he presses a kiss to Jiang Cheng's lips. ]
Okay. Jiang Cheng, okay. Don't worry, I'll take care of you.
[ And then he's pulling his hand out of Jiang Cheng's robes, the shiny slickness of it apparent as he pulls it free. There's no hiding just how much Jiang Cheng came on him, with how wet his hand is and he meets Jiang Cheng's eyes for a moment before, gaze still locked, he drags his tongue over his hand and sucks the fluids off the tip of his two fingers. ]
[ It feels like he’s panting, something like the dogs that are banned from his home and have been for so many years, trying to catch his breath and falling each and every time. He shifts to try and adjust his robes, to try and look a little less well fucked, but it’s not as if it matters. No servant is going to come to the dock and the door that leads back to his private rooms is nearby. They’re safe, and no one will see them.
He’s about to make the suggestion when he sees Wei Wuxian cleaning his fingers off with his own mouth, his tongue, and it makes him stop, as if frozen. He can’t drag his eyes away, and after what feels like an endless pause he’s tilting up, leaning in to press their mouths together and chase the taste of himself, almost suckling on his brother’s tongue before he shifts and moves away.
One of them has to maintain sense. It’s usually him. ]
My rooms. Let’s go.
[ He takes his brother’s hand and tugs, leading him back through the adjoining door and across, opening the screen door to his bed space and sliding it shut. He’s immediately moving then, stripping off his layers of finery, putting purple silk aside and kicking off boots until he’s left in nothing but his inner robe - no undergarments or trousers beyond, almost laid bare.
It’s the fear of his scarring that stops him going further, and he tries to distract by lifting his hands to start to tug away his brother’s robes too. ]
[ There is a victorious little chuckle pressed into Jiang Cheng's mouth as he's kissed, as the other man clearly can't control himself. He moans into the kiss, chasing after it without hesitation and licking into Jiang Cheng's mouth hungrily. He's almost content to do just that, to just devour each other once more on the dock before Jiang Cheng is pulling away and talking sense again.
Right, right. Okay.
He lets Jiang Cheng take his hand, lets him tug him back to his rooms. He knows where the sect leader rooms are, though he hadn't been in them too much as a kid and definitely hasn't visited them again since Jiang Cheng took over. But there they are, in Jiang Cheng's bedroom and Wei Wuxian barely has the time to look around before Jiang Cheng is stripping down and Wei Wuxian is just full of want instead.
But then — Jiang Cheng stops and there's a moment of confusion, with how ready Wei Wuxian was to see his brother's nude form. He's starting on Wei Wuxian's robes instead and he goes with it, stripping down, kicking off his boots, letting everything drop to the floor instead of neatly putting it away. He'll get all the way down, stripped nude completely, when his hands reach out for Jiang Cheng's robes.
In the time it took to get naked, Wei Wuxian realized what Jiang Cheng was hiding. ]
Don't hide from me, shidi. I'm not going to be disgusted.
[ And then he's surging forward to kiss Jiang Cheng, trying to quell any arguments before they come forth so he can slide the robes back over Jiang Cheng's shoulders and let them drop to the floor. He's not going to be the only one naked here, he refuses to let Jiang Cheng's insecurities get the best of him. ]
[ The immediate instinct is to flinch, to try and shove his brother away and refuse to let him take the final layer off and away. The scars are burdens that Jiang Cheng has carried for so many years now, and the idea of someone else seeing them again makes something painful and nauseated roll up in his stomach. Everything he had tried to reduce the appearance of the marks had failed, and no matter what he didn’t he couldn’t overcome just how ashamed they made him feel, even if his reason for having them was a good one.
They’re burdens, reminders of the sacrifice he’d made for his brother and sister, but they’re also echoes of what he had lost. He hadn’t been able to save them in the end, and he’d become useless and average as a result. Can he even claim his successes as his own if the golden core inside himself was what remained of Wei Wuxian’s? Was it ever his strength that did it?
The kiss tugs at him, makes him come back to himself, and he makes an irritated sound against his brother’s mouth before he reaches up to cuff him gently around the side of his head. ]
What do you think you’re doing? I left it on for a reason!
[ Pink with shame, he scowls, still wanting but cautious, afraid of the reaction that might come now that he’s truly bare. ]
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Now it feels like something so, so different, but he doesn't know how he could sit down and tell anyone else that. Perhaps it's a reason why no one had ever seen fit to take him for husband, had ever seen fit to accept him as a possible match. He could not speak, could not explain his hurts, his sadness, his pains, and no one would ever know the truth of all the things that he had been through.
There's a kiss, then, to his forehead, to his temple, an echo of something that had happened a thousand times before, and Jiang Cheng thinks, he wonders - why.
When he leans back, face damp with tears, their noses brush, and he is stuck in a long moment. Possessed with something - desire, anger, an intense feeling that feels so intrinsically familiar to him, it's like breathing - he leans in, and their lips brush.
It's a kiss, or an echo of one, and he flinches himself immediately after it, as if someone has punched him in the gut. ]
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So, Jiang Cheng flinches and Wei Wuxian holds him tighter, warmer. He rubs his nose against Jiang Cheng's temple and breathes him in. Before, slowly, he lowers his head and presses his lips to Jiang Cheng's. His eyes fall closed and his sigh is soft into Jiang Cheng's mouth, but he slowly coaxes him into a kiss back, tongue softly running against Jiang Cheng's bottom lip as his eyes fall closed and his heart feels full.
Right here, on the quiet of the dock, with just the two of them and an understanding no one else has, he kisses his brother with all the gentleness of a lover. ]
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Barely any. Not really.
When he was younger, there might have been some awkward fumbles, before he realised he was destined for an arranged marriage and couldn't indulge in those kinds of things. He had hoped, when his parents had been alive, that there might have been some promise of a love match, of something akin to his sister and her husband (as trying as that situation had been), but since then...
Since then, he had been alone.
His thoughts had never trailed to this situation with Wei Wuxian, to see his brother so intimately, but it feels natural to do it now, to lean into him and kiss him back, to lift his hands and grip at the front of his shirt, to pull him as close as he can get. Jiang Cheng is violent, even in this, despite his inexperience and his newness, wanting to drown himself in the unfamiliar sensation of another mouth against his own, drawing so many feelings from him that he thinks he might faint. ]
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His kiss is gentle, passionate, and Jiang Cheng's is equally passionate but much more aggressive. He slides his arms around Jiang Cheng's waist, curling fingers into the back of his robes and lets their mouths move together. He can feel the way Jiang Cheng is full of emotion, trembling with it and when they part for breath, he nudges his nose against Jiang Cheng's, voice soft. ]
Slow down.
[ A soft peck, sweet. ]
I'm not going anywhere.
[ And then he's pressing in again, kissing Jiang Cheng with an open mouthed hunger. He takes the lead, licking into Jiang Cheng's mouth and pressing him back, back, back, until his back hits one of the support beams of the dock and Wei Wuxian is able to trap him in against it. His body presses against Jiang Cheng's and his hands grip the banister on either side of Jiang Cheng's body as he kisses and kisses and kisses. ]
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The notion of slowing, of calming, of resisting what is being offered now it is being dangled in front of him feels impossible, and he huffs a little noise, annoyed, frustrated.
I'm not going anywhere.
He's heard that before.
It feels more real now that he's anchored at the moment, arm wrapping around his brother to hold him close as he pushes up into the kiss, surges into it, gripping at whatever part of Wei Wuxian he can reach as he makes a soft noise of pleasure, of excitement, the newness and the thrill flooding him and making him melt. ]
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No, he's had to learn to be alone, so is it really surprising in this moment when Wei Wuxian offers him a lifeline, companionship once again, that he takes it with such ferocity? Wei Wuxian wants him to, wants him to grab onto him and never let go because as much as Jiang Cheng feels like there's no one there for him, Wei Wuxian feels equally adrift. He misses having a home, having someone to love him, feeling like he has a foundation in this world.
Jiang Cheng is his foundation.
The kiss turns rougher, more desperate. Wei Wuxian tilts his head, bites into Jiang Cheng's mouth and licks against him, tongues sliding against each other as breath grows heated and choppy. A hand of his moves to slide over Jiang Cheng's side, curling against his hip and dragging him in against him to press their bodies even more flush. He kisses him, deep and deep and deep. A soft moan into his mouth. He's grateful then for the privacy of this dock because the way he wants to kiss his brother is not for the eyes of anyone else. ]
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He had nothing, when all was said and done. He lost his parents, his sister, his sect, his brother, all ripped away after he had survived a war at such a young age. Having Wei Wuxian come back into his life had been a brutal relief and a stab in the gut at the same time, seeing again that he would pick someone else over his home, his family, his brother. The Wens, the Lans, anyone but Jiang Cheng, anyone but the family that had loved him.
(Just because he understands it doesn't mean it doesn't make him sick).
Their bodies are flush, pressed together, and he has never been so close to another man. It doesn't frighten or alarm him in the way that it might otherwise, knowing who it is that's kissing him, and Jiang Cheng kisses him back all the harder from the nudge of their chests, the power in his body given to him by Wei Wuxian himself, a core that keeps his hopes and dreams alive.
He feels pathetic with it, the way he makes soft noises, the desperation, the utter desire that pools inside him and makes him weak. ]
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But now, his life is his own again and he's able to make his own choices, to decide where he goes next. And where he wants to go next is... nowhere. He wants to stay right here, in Lotus Pier, with his brother. He doesn't want to leave him anymore.
Wei Wuxian breathes out heavily against Jiang Cheng, parting their lips and letting himself catch his breath for a moment as his forehead presses against Jiang Cheng's and he closes his eyes. He loves Jiang Cheng. He loves him, he loves him, he loves him. He lifts a hand, cups Jiang Cheng's cheek and brushes his thumb across his skin gently. ]
Jiang Cheng...
[ He surges forward, kisses him again. Hot and wet and desperate, he moans softly into his mouth and kisses and kisses and kisses before breaking apart again. ]
Jiang Cheng.
[ His nose drifts across Jiang Cheng's jaw and he presses in, kissing to his throat now, scraping teeth against the sensitive skin and breathing out heavily against him as he kisses and sucks a mark against the pale skin. ]
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He has rebuilt his clan from the ground up, and he is proud of that.
There had never been a moment where he could live for himself, rather than for his clan. To choose what he wanted. To support the Wen Clan, who helped save his life. To save Wen Qing, who had refused him and returned his comb. To protect a-Ling from the horrors of the world and find his happiness instead of his grief. To find his own hopes of love and adoration, taken from him because of the bristly nature he holds on to, even now.
Their foreheads brush, his eyes soften, and he breathes out, filled with more emotion than he has permitted himself since he had fled the temple.
Leaning into the touch, he feels anchored. He feels safe. He feels like he is home. ]
Wei Wuxian...
[ Still not his personal name, still not able to do anything except whisper, to smother himself with little huffed breaths as he tilts his head, biting his lip hard and trying to force himself to smother his groans. ]
I - Wei Wuxian...
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For now, he pours those emotions into these kisses, these touches. It's like a gnawing, aching hunger inside of him, unable to be fulfilled by anything other than Jiang Cheng's touches. He has missed his brother, so much, so utterly and desperately. He needs to reaffirm to himself that he is real and whole and true.
Jiang Cheng says his name and sure, it's not his personal name, but it still carries all the emotion as if it were. It softens him, makes his heart ache, and he lifts his head to steal another kiss. He needs to keep kissing Jiang Cheng, to keep touching him. He doesn't want to let him go again.
Foreheads against each other again, he opens his eyes to look at Jiang Cheng's own and breathes out heavily. His hand takes Jiang Cheng's wrist between his fingers and he lifts it, presses it to his pounding heart as he looks back so earnestly at his brother. ]
Yours. No one else's.
[ His heart, it belongs to Jiang Cheng and only him. He knows Jiang Cheng has worry in his heart that Wei Wuxian will truly leave him, hide away with the Lan clan and never come home again. It's not true though, it's not, he only wants to be here. As long as he is welcome, he will be here. As long as Jiang Cheng wants him, he will be at his side.
He steals another kiss and into his mouth, he murmurs against his lips, eyes closing and sigh soft — ]
I love you.
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The kisses ground him and drag him out of those thoughts, out of the vile way his mind speaks to him and makes him want to crumble into pieces, demanding that he focus instead on the way that Wei Wuxian is kissing him. If anyone was to walk out to find them now it would be shameful, embarrassing, but he doesn't care, doesn't even think about it, because this is all he wants.
Wei Wuxian is all he wants.
Blinking, cheeks flushed red, lips sore, eyes lidded, Jiang Cheng feels weightless, feels happy. He licks his own lips, the two of them looking at each other, gazing at each other, before he looks away, embarrassed. It's the way he always is, not able to face his own emotions, not able to face the way that his heart is racing inside his chest, thudding so loud he's sure someone can hear it. ]
You... Shut up.
[ A gentle shove against his chest - gentle, because even with a new core, Wei Wuxian is not the strong man he used to be.
Blinking back his tears, his grief, he breathes out softly. ]
You're an idiot.
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I love you. [ He says it again, emboldened. He leans up to kiss Jiang Cheng's forehead, then his cheek, nosing against the skin. ] I love you so much.
[ It's all he wants to say, all he wants Jiang Cheng to know. He has apologies, of course, has regrets that he needs to admit to. But it doesn't matter right now when it comes to this — his love for Jiang Cheng, his need to share it with him and show it to him. He surges forward then, kissing him again with a deep, eager hunger. He licks into his mouth, aggressive in his kiss and pins Jiang Cheng back against the banister.
One of his legs slips between Jiang Cheng's, thigh pressing up against him as the kiss grows more and more heated. One arm wraps around Jiang Cheng's waist, pulls him over his thigh and the other curls fingers against his neck, caressing him gently even as he buries him in such a kiss. He devours Jiang Cheng, all hunger and need, loving in his own way. He wants to hear more of those soft moans, those tiny noises, wants to make Jiang Cheng feel good. ]
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Wei Wuxian keeps kissing him and Jiang Cheng keeps giving them back, tilting his head and letting his brother guide him and show him what to do. His cheeks are flushed a bright red and he feels pathetic, craving this as much as he is, painfully desperate for any and all affection that he might be given, but… Does it matter? They are alone here, and no one will call in Jiang Cheng when he’s out on the docks.
Only this man will see him like this, like a ship unmoored, like his body might melt into the wooden boards below their feet.
Dragged back to reality by the leg pushing between his own, Jiang Cheng chokes out a noise, shivering. It’s too easy to shift his hips a little, to grind against the solid push of knee between his legs, and it feels so… Exciting. Needy. He can feel hot how he is, how went his cunt already is from just kissing, and the shame wells up in him like an overwhelming smack to the head.
What if - Wei Wuxian doesn’t - what if -
but it doesn’t matter, not when he’s tilting his head back and making the neediest little noise he’s ever made in his life. ]
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It's true, only Wei Wuxian will see Jiang Cheng like this. If someone were to interrupt them right now, Wei Wuxian would not be able to promise his behavior would be kind. No, these noises, this desperation, it only belongs to him.
As Jiang Cheng grinds against him, Wei Wuxian presses his thigh closer. It's a little strange though, he doesn't feel the heavy weight of a bulge but more of a flatness. It doesn't take him completely out of it, not when Jiang Cheng is clearly loving it, not when he tilts his head back and makes such a noise that Wei Wuxian's cock throbs within his robes.
Wei Wuxian presses a kiss to Jiang Cheng's throat, then a bite, grinding his thigh up against Jiang Cheng's groin even harder and starting to rock his own cock against Jiang Cheng's thigh. If they were to be spotted, it would be obvious what they were doing — dry humping against each other in the private dock. But no one's around, no one will bother them.
Breathing out slowly, Wei Wuxian murmurs in Jiang Cheng's ear, with a nip to his earlobe. ]
Can I touch you?
[ He wants to get his hands inside Jiang Cheng's robes, to pleasure him with his fingers. But he wants to make sure Jiang Cheng is okay with that first, before he debauches him. ]
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How good would it feel, to have fingers not his own exploring his body, playing with him, learning what he likes best? To have someone else touch his waist, between his legs, to curl that touch inside him and play with him until he’s losing himself to abandon? It would be perfect, he’s sure of it. He doesn’t have any sort of measure of what experience Wei Wuxian might have, not really, but he knows it’ll be good because the way he feels, the way he loves, is too overpowering.
Leaning in, he steals another kiss, biting at his brother’s mouth and wondering if he could leave marks. Scrape his teeth over pale skin, bite down so that the entire world can see where Wei Wuxian belongs and who he belongs to. He is of Yunmeng Jiang, and isn’t it about time he came home for good?
All the same, he reaches out with an unsteady hand, grabbing his brother’s wrist and squeezing it, maybe a little too hard. The flare of panic in him is obvious, even as his hips continue to rock with desire, continue to seek out more of that hot, incredible pleasure.
Voice hoarse, he speaks. ]
I’m not… I don’t…
[ Formed differently. A well kept secret. Did anyone beyond his parents and sister know? Wei Wuxian hadn’t been here when Jiang Cheng had been born. Did Yanli tell him the other of his failures, or did she keep his secret? ]
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But now things are different. He wants Jiang Cheng, not just in a brotherly way but in more than that. He feels the way Jiang Cheng rocks against him, desperately needing his touch, and observes the flush on his face, the lust in his eyes. How desperately Wei Wuxian wants to give him pleasure like he's never had before. He needs to touch Jiang Cheng.
So, Wei Wuxian just takes the lead. He kisses Jiang Cheng again, long and slow enough until the grip on his wrist loosens and when his hand is free, he's going to find the opening of Jiang Cheng's robes, find the waistband of his pants. He slips his hand inside, pressing in, lower, until he realizes with even more clarity that there is no cock there to grab but something else. So, he pauses in his movements, just for a moment, panting against Jiang Cheng's mouth and eyes flicking up to meet his.
... Then he keeps going. Long, dexterous fingers move to slide inside Jiang Cheng's underwear and he will feel those fingers slide through his folds. Two fingers press together to rub at his wetness, feeling for his hole and teasing at the edges before sliding forward to find his clit. At that, then he just rubs circles around it, teasing, as he dives in to continues to kiss Jiang Cheng with a wet, eager tongue and a desperate, hungry need. ]
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There have been times in the past when he’s been aroused, when he’s needed the privacy of his own rooms to take care of himself, to sneak away and find the ease of a quick release. It had always felt like something of a chore, another thing to add to his to-do list every now and then to stop himself from losing control. He’s never been lustful, never looked at someone else and craved their touch or wondered how it would feel to have them.
Not until now.
Wei Wuxian’s fingers push away his layers, literally and figuratively, and sneak under to touch him. The brief hesitation has him panicking, afraid for a moment, as if he’ll be rejected, but then - oh, then, they’re seeking out where he’s hot and wet, teasing him with the promise of more. He wants those fingers inside him, wants to take two then four, to stretch out to the point of soreness of only to please Wei Wuxian like this. If only to warn the right to feel something else push inside him and claim him how no one else ever had.
Jiang Cheng can’t do much more than breath into the kisses, body twitching with sparks of pleasure as he grinds into the touches to his clit, already making him want more. This one time will never be enough, and he burns with that need, familiar and foreign all at once.
His head tilts back with a crack against the wooden banister and he all but whimpers, widening his stance just a little, desperate. ]
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It also makes filth pile up in his mind. The idea of eating out Jiang Cheng until his mouth is sopping wet with his juices. Fucking Jiang Cheng as he screams his pleasure, needing Wei Wuxian's cock. Even — even more. Jiang Cheng swollen pregnant with his child, if that's even a possibility. He shudders, the desire too strong, the need too great. He focuses instead on the here, the now. ]
You're so sensitive, shidi. [ An amused tilt to his voice, though it's also low and pleased as he murmurs it into Jiang Cheng's ear. ] And so wet. Look at how you've soaked your underclothes. We're going to need to get you changed.
[ A soft little laugh here and he kisses across Jiang Cheng's throat. Lower, lower, until he's biting at his collarbone, tugging open the front of his clothes just a little more for access there. His fingers keep working Jiang Cheng as well, shifting his position so his thumb can work over Jiang Cheng's clit while his two fingers press inside Jiang Cheng's hole, not even giving him the chance to stretch around one first. That's when he starts fucking him with his fingers, rubbing his inner walls and sliding in and out of his hole. ]
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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. ]
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So, Wei Wuxian watches him with hungry, hungry eyes. There's a possessive tilt to his touch, to his gaze, because this is his brother. His wonderful, perfect brother who has finally invited him back home — into his home, into his bed. He wants to give him everything, wants to touch him like this forever. He's so hard underneath his robes that it's hard to think now, the desperate need to be inside of Jiang Cheng overwhelming him. He wants to fuck him, wants to come inside of him, wants to see Jiang Cheng dripping with his seed. He's never felt this ravenous before, but it's been a long time since he's had sex and a longer time since he's had sex with anyone he actually liked.
He twists his fingers inside of Jiang Cheng's cunt, crooking them slightly to spread him wider, to increase the pleasure, and he presses another kiss to Jiang Cheng's throat. At the same time, his free hand takes Jiang Cheng's wrist between his fingers and lowers it, places Jiang Cheng's palm on the front of his robes so he could see just how hard Wei Wuxian is, just how much he aches. ]
Feel that? I want to fuck you, shidi. Let's go back to your bedroom after.
[ After he makes Jiang Cheng come, obviously. ]
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He’s captivated by the thought of it. Having his neck marked with bites and kisses, thighs littered with the prick of nails as hands dig into him, cunt clenching around nothing as he desperately tries to keep the come inside of himself. Would Wei Wuxian touch him again after, push the come back in? Would he whisper about making a new heir for the sect, a sweet cousin twice over for their dear a-Ling? A baby of Jiang Cheng’s own?
The simple idea of it is what shoves him over the edge, has him coming, burning with it. The idea of having Wei Wuxian fuck him time and time again, filling him until he’s leaking, sleeping beside him with his cock still inside to keep him satisfied… Would he stay if Jiang Cheng promised him it? Would he come back if he allowed free use of his cunt, whenever desired? After a night hunt, early in the morning, when asleep, his body a tool to keep his brother pleased?
He comes, the intensity of it making his tears come back, tight as he squeezes around those searching fingers. His own hands grab at Wei Wuxian, one at his chest, the other at his cock, feeling it out and trying to guess how big it is, how well suited it’d be to fucking his needy cunt.
Jiang Cheng has never felt so depraved. ]
Wei Wuxian… Please.
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Of course, Wei Wuxian is well endowed. He is blessed in everything that he does, everything that he is, so why would he not have a big cock too? He wonders sometimes, if Mo Xuanyu's cock was as big as his is before he took over his body and changed his features to resemble his own. This body is a near replica of his old, after all, part and parcel from the sacrifice. Just, no scars to linger and remind him of old. It's something to think about.
Either way, it means he will be able to fuck his brother just as good as he needs it. And with the way he just came on his fingers, Wei Wuxian knows he needs it, bad. As Jiang Cheng lets tears slip from his eyes, Wei Wuxian presses in close to lick them from his face, tasting the salt on his tongue before he presses a kiss to Jiang Cheng's lips. ]
Okay. Jiang Cheng, okay. Don't worry, I'll take care of you.
[ And then he's pulling his hand out of Jiang Cheng's robes, the shiny slickness of it apparent as he pulls it free. There's no hiding just how much Jiang Cheng came on him, with how wet his hand is and he meets Jiang Cheng's eyes for a moment before, gaze still locked, he drags his tongue over his hand and sucks the fluids off the tip of his two fingers. ]
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He’s about to make the suggestion when he sees Wei Wuxian cleaning his fingers off with his own mouth, his tongue, and it makes him stop, as if frozen. He can’t drag his eyes away, and after what feels like an endless pause he’s tilting up, leaning in to press their mouths together and chase the taste of himself, almost suckling on his brother’s tongue before he shifts and moves away.
One of them has to maintain sense. It’s usually him. ]
My rooms. Let’s go.
[ He takes his brother’s hand and tugs, leading him back through the adjoining door and across, opening the screen door to his bed space and sliding it shut. He’s immediately moving then, stripping off his layers of finery, putting purple silk aside and kicking off boots until he’s left in nothing but his inner robe - no undergarments or trousers beyond, almost laid bare.
It’s the fear of his scarring that stops him going further, and he tries to distract by lifting his hands to start to tug away his brother’s robes too. ]
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Right, right. Okay.
He lets Jiang Cheng take his hand, lets him tug him back to his rooms. He knows where the sect leader rooms are, though he hadn't been in them too much as a kid and definitely hasn't visited them again since Jiang Cheng took over. But there they are, in Jiang Cheng's bedroom and Wei Wuxian barely has the time to look around before Jiang Cheng is stripping down and Wei Wuxian is just full of want instead.
But then — Jiang Cheng stops and there's a moment of confusion, with how ready Wei Wuxian was to see his brother's nude form. He's starting on Wei Wuxian's robes instead and he goes with it, stripping down, kicking off his boots, letting everything drop to the floor instead of neatly putting it away. He'll get all the way down, stripped nude completely, when his hands reach out for Jiang Cheng's robes.
In the time it took to get naked, Wei Wuxian realized what Jiang Cheng was hiding. ]
Don't hide from me, shidi. I'm not going to be disgusted.
[ And then he's surging forward to kiss Jiang Cheng, trying to quell any arguments before they come forth so he can slide the robes back over Jiang Cheng's shoulders and let them drop to the floor. He's not going to be the only one naked here, he refuses to let Jiang Cheng's insecurities get the best of him. ]
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They’re burdens, reminders of the sacrifice he’d made for his brother and sister, but they’re also echoes of what he had lost. He hadn’t been able to save them in the end, and he’d become useless and average as a result. Can he even claim his successes as his own if the golden core inside himself was what remained of Wei Wuxian’s? Was it ever his strength that did it?
The kiss tugs at him, makes him come back to himself, and he makes an irritated sound against his brother’s mouth before he reaches up to cuff him gently around the side of his head. ]
What do you think you’re doing? I left it on for a reason!
[ Pink with shame, he scowls, still wanting but cautious, afraid of the reaction that might come now that he’s truly bare. ]
I should’ve left you out there.
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