[ 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. ]
[ For a moment, Wei Wuxian does wonder if he's being too pushy, if he should've let Jiang Cheng keep his robe on for his comfort. His impulse was to shove it off, to strip both of them down so he could have his brother as bare as he wanted. But then the cuff comes and he ducks his head slightly, sheepish, before his eyes glance up to meet Jiang Cheng's again. ]
No, no, no. Because then I would've been fucking you on the dock and made you scream so loud that one of the servants would've come and found us. See? This is much better.
[ But then his eyes wander, taking in his brother's body. The whip scars are brutal, awful, and they haven't faded even a little from the day he first saw them. Then there's that other familiar scar, the one left from the Golden Core transfer that he knows is his own work, hidden amongst the mess of already there scars. His mouth pulls into a thin line as he sees this all again and then he sighs, leaning forward until his forehead is pressed against Jiang Cheng's chest.
Quietly, sincerely: ]
I love you, Jiang Cheng. I love you so, so much.
[ And gently, he wraps his arms around Jiang Cheng's waist, dragging him in closer so he can press his lips to the top most of the scars. Pressing kisses across his chest, wherever he can reach while standing like this. When he feels finished, he drags Jiang Cheng into a hug, pressing his face into his shoulder and clenching his arms tight around him. ]
[ Jiang Cheng wants to hide, of course he does, wants to cull the candles and leave the room in flickering embers of darkness, wants to hide his body from even his brother’s eyes. He knows that Wei Wuxian has seen his scars. He knows that he must know them intimately from the core transfer, from caring for him during his coma, from all the times when he couldn’t care for himself. It doesn’t make it easier for the Jiang Cheng of now, who already feels so vulnerable.
It only gets more difficult when a mouth presses over them, the strange disconnect hitting him. It’s not that he can’t feel the kisses, but it’s as if he’s wearing his robes still, the skin so broken the sensation is different. He blinks back his emotion and tries to focus on his rage and his uncertainty instead, to use it as the shield he’s ell familiar with. Even that, he thinks, Wei Wuxian would be able to see through, as he’s always done.
That was his right. ]
No one would hear! Don’t!
[ Soft words placate him a little, and he slips out of Wei Wuxian’s embrace to go toward his bed, to hover there awkwardly, uncertain. How is he wanted? How will he be taken?
[ It's easier to move on, to focus on the task instead of the sentiment, and he knows that. So, Wei Wuxian watches as Jiang Cheng adjusts and then moves towards the bed. He'll follow after him, lifting a hand to rest on his shoulder, squeezing lightly in comfort as it's clear Jiang Cheng is a little unsure now about next steps. He leans forward, presses a kiss to his temple and then gestures with his other hand towards the bed. ]
Lay down, spread your legs.
[ If he feels vulnerable now, that position will definitely make him feel more vulnerable after. But Wei Wuxian will not let him linger in that discomfort. He'll follow him onto the bed quickly, though he doesn't lay next to him but between his legs instead. It might beget confusion — what exactly is he doing? But the answer will become clear enough.
He hooks each of Jiang Cheng's legs over his shoulders and pushes in close, fingers moving to spread Jiang Cheng's folds and dropping his head to very soon after drag his tongue through it. It takes little time for Wei Wuxian to get adjusted to that, a few more thorough licks before he's built up a rhythm, licking and sucking against Jiang Cheng's clit. His mouth envelops him, tongue licking into his hole, and just all around urging him to get wet, to get turned on again.
Any flagging of his own cock has faded, erect once again at the sensation of eating out Jiang Cheng, of pleasuring him with his mouth. He moans against the wetness, pressing in closer to thoroughly ravage Jiang Cheng's cunt with his tongue. ]
[ There is something about letting Wei Wuxian take charge that makes things easier for Jiang Cheng, who feels an edge of sharp panic as he lays back and lets himself be spread out, bare and unprepared for what's about to come. He's unpractised, unrehearsed in this; at least with the kissing he'd had someone to press their mouth to his before, and he had some idea of what to expect. This is completely different.
There is no comparison he can make.
Slowly, he lies back, slowly, he opens his legs, and slowly he awaits his brother's touch. He feels the intensity of it, the way that gaze moves over his body, roams over him, seeking out those secret places he had kept from the entire world, until there are arms moving him and shoving his legs and all he can do is yelp, the sound coming out of him before he can swallow it back.
It feels so immediately different from the touch of fingers that he doesn't know how to respond, his eyes widening before they close tight, as if hiding his own sight would make it easier for him to handle the onslaught of pleasure that attacks him. Of course, Wei Wuxian would be good at this as well - is there anything he has done that he has not found himself most proficient?
It would piss him off more if he wasn't reaping the benefits this time.
His body reacts immediately, flickering back to life despite his orgasm on the docks, wetting his brother's tongue as his hands grip at the sheets and pull in lieu of pulling hair. He groans, a low noise in his throat, and he tries to figure out how he is meant to deal with this when it feels too good, but at the same time feels unbearably empty. ]
[ His brother tastes delicious. He wants to tell him such, shower him in praise and affection as he can but that would require pulling his mouth away from Jiang Cheng's wetness and that would be too unbearable to actually do. So, he just dives in further, buries himself between his folds and licks and sucks and pleasures him. At his entrance, he licks into the hole, sliding his tongue around inner walls and lapping up his juices to swallow down as Jiang Cheng grows more wet.
He adds a finger too. Though his original hands were sword calloused, these new ones are smoother, less worn. They should still feel good, as good as they did out on the docks, as Wei Wuxian presses a finger in along with his tongue and starts to rub at Jiang Cheng's sensitive areas. He continues to eat out Jiang Cheng with a single minded focus, ravenous for his brother's slick and hips rocking against the bed as his own cock aches to be inside of him.
But he wants to make him come again first, to feel pleasure from just a tongue. He wants to give him experiences he is almost sure Jiang Cheng has never had before, wants to devour him and satisfy him in equal measure. Jiang Cheng is squirming underneath him, moaning, and it is the most satisfying sensation in the world, to make his brother lose himself to pleasure. ]
[ There's something in Jiang Cheng that wants to be mean, wants to be bitter, wants to be sharp and harsh - as biting as he always is, the usual violence, the usual hurt and rage, the broken edge to himself. It would be too easy to be mean, to be a bit too brutal, to cuss out Wei Wuxian with all the hurt and pain inside him, but he doesn't. He bites his tongue, and he stops himself, because he feels like it would ruin this moment.
He doesn't want to do that. He doesn't want to do anything that might make Wei Wuxian stop, that might make him take his mouth and fingers away from this beautiful, wonderful torture.
Instead of that, instead of being mean, instead of being Jiang Cheng, he leans into the pleasure. He shifts his body and grinds forward, feels himself shivering, feels the way the moans pour out of him without any kind of self-control. When Wei Wuxian's finger presses into him, twinned with his tongue, the sound he makes is almost pained, as if the orgasm is going to kill him when it comes.
Nothing has ever felt like this; he's never been filled like this, touched like this, kissed like this. Why wouldn't he crave more? Why wouldn't he want more?
Words bubble up, and he whimpers. ]
Wei Wuxian... Wei Wuxian, please... Please let me...
[ It wouldn't surprise Wei Wuxian if Jiang Cheng wasn't able to handle this, if he defaulted to saying vicious things and hurtful barbs just to control the flood of emotions inside of him. Wei Wuxian would take it, would let him say what he needs to say but not stop, not pull away from his lover. But Jiang Cheng does not, not yet at least, he just continues to moan and shudder underneath him and Wei Wuxian is satisfied.
As Jiang Cheng begs though, oh, how satisfying that is. There's a low, pleased hum and Wei Wuxian pulls off of him — mouth dripping wet with Jiang Cheng's juices. He slides a second finger inside of him, fucking and stretching him with the two digits as his tongue flicks out to lick his lips and he watches Jiang Cheng writhe underneath him. ]
You're going to come just like this, shidi. On my tongue. And then I'll fuck you, okay?
[ He gives a hum, lifting his free hand to rub over Jiang Cheng's stomach, palm flat and soothing. But words, his words are delightfully filthy. ]
I'll fuck you so good, leave you filled with my come. Breed you, make you pregnant with my child, make sure you never feel empty again. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You don't like being empty at all.
[ A third finger slips in, the fucking grows rougher and Wei Wuxian leans forward to lick at Jiang Cheng's clit. His voice comes, muffled against Jiang Cheng's pussy. ]
Your clit is so swollen, shidi. I could suck on it for hours.
[ And then he does, suck on it that is. Lips wrap around the little nub and his tongue flicks out, teasing, eager. He focuses on the assault of his fingers inside Jiang Cheng, his mouth on his clit, just giving him everything he's got. ]
[ Head tilting back, Jiang Cheng feels as if he's going to explode. This can't be fair, he thinks, this can't be how people feel all the time - it has to be because he's never been touched like this before, because no one has ever come close enough to him to want to try. No one has known the secret of his cunt other than his blood relations (save a-Ling, who needs not know), so to have anyone actually touch him there...
Breathless, the sound he makes is pained, as if someone has stabbed him, twisted his arm, bruised him, but it's from the pleasure of it and nothing else.
Fingers long to twist in his brother's hair, to tug the ribbons free and grasp at him, to tear him to shreds and hurt him, to punish him for going away; for leaving him, abandoning him, breaking his heart and making him feel so, so sad.
Lifting a hand to his mouth, he smothers the noises he makes, softens his tongue before he gasps out, unable to resist. ]
Shut up! Don't... Don't say those things.
[ But he wants it. The idea of being filled, of having Wei Wuxian's come inside of him, breeding him so that he can have the next heir of Yunmeng Jiang inside of him, birth a beautiful child for them to share... To have the cock - his cock - inside of him, plugging him, keeping his come inside him so that he doesn't lose any of it.
There's no way he can say how much he wants that. He can't. ]
Ah... Ah, Wei Wuxian...
[ The way his hips buck is painful, grinding his cunt into his brother's mouth, making him shudder, and it's embarrassing how quickly he comes again, tight around Wei Wuxian's fingers and drowning him in his slick come. ]
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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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No, no, no. Because then I would've been fucking you on the dock and made you scream so loud that one of the servants would've come and found us. See? This is much better.
[ But then his eyes wander, taking in his brother's body. The whip scars are brutal, awful, and they haven't faded even a little from the day he first saw them. Then there's that other familiar scar, the one left from the Golden Core transfer that he knows is his own work, hidden amongst the mess of already there scars. His mouth pulls into a thin line as he sees this all again and then he sighs, leaning forward until his forehead is pressed against Jiang Cheng's chest.
Quietly, sincerely: ]
I love you, Jiang Cheng. I love you so, so much.
[ And gently, he wraps his arms around Jiang Cheng's waist, dragging him in closer so he can press his lips to the top most of the scars. Pressing kisses across his chest, wherever he can reach while standing like this. When he feels finished, he drags Jiang Cheng into a hug, pressing his face into his shoulder and clenching his arms tight around him. ]
... Let's get to bed, let me make you feel good.
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It only gets more difficult when a mouth presses over them, the strange disconnect hitting him. It’s not that he can’t feel the kisses, but it’s as if he’s wearing his robes still, the skin so broken the sensation is different. He blinks back his emotion and tries to focus on his rage and his uncertainty instead, to use it as the shield he’s ell familiar with. Even that, he thinks, Wei Wuxian would be able to see through, as he’s always done.
That was his right. ]
No one would hear! Don’t!
[ Soft words placate him a little, and he slips out of Wei Wuxian’s embrace to go toward his bed, to hover there awkwardly, uncertain. How is he wanted? How will he be taken?
He doesn’t know what to do. ]
Hurry up, before I change my mind.
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Lay down, spread your legs.
[ If he feels vulnerable now, that position will definitely make him feel more vulnerable after. But Wei Wuxian will not let him linger in that discomfort. He'll follow him onto the bed quickly, though he doesn't lay next to him but between his legs instead. It might beget confusion — what exactly is he doing? But the answer will become clear enough.
He hooks each of Jiang Cheng's legs over his shoulders and pushes in close, fingers moving to spread Jiang Cheng's folds and dropping his head to very soon after drag his tongue through it. It takes little time for Wei Wuxian to get adjusted to that, a few more thorough licks before he's built up a rhythm, licking and sucking against Jiang Cheng's clit. His mouth envelops him, tongue licking into his hole, and just all around urging him to get wet, to get turned on again.
Any flagging of his own cock has faded, erect once again at the sensation of eating out Jiang Cheng, of pleasuring him with his mouth. He moans against the wetness, pressing in closer to thoroughly ravage Jiang Cheng's cunt with his tongue. ]
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There is no comparison he can make.
Slowly, he lies back, slowly, he opens his legs, and slowly he awaits his brother's touch. He feels the intensity of it, the way that gaze moves over his body, roams over him, seeking out those secret places he had kept from the entire world, until there are arms moving him and shoving his legs and all he can do is yelp, the sound coming out of him before he can swallow it back.
It feels so immediately different from the touch of fingers that he doesn't know how to respond, his eyes widening before they close tight, as if hiding his own sight would make it easier for him to handle the onslaught of pleasure that attacks him. Of course, Wei Wuxian would be good at this as well - is there anything he has done that he has not found himself most proficient?
It would piss him off more if he wasn't reaping the benefits this time.
His body reacts immediately, flickering back to life despite his orgasm on the docks, wetting his brother's tongue as his hands grip at the sheets and pull in lieu of pulling hair. He groans, a low noise in his throat, and he tries to figure out how he is meant to deal with this when it feels too good, but at the same time feels unbearably empty. ]
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He adds a finger too. Though his original hands were sword calloused, these new ones are smoother, less worn. They should still feel good, as good as they did out on the docks, as Wei Wuxian presses a finger in along with his tongue and starts to rub at Jiang Cheng's sensitive areas. He continues to eat out Jiang Cheng with a single minded focus, ravenous for his brother's slick and hips rocking against the bed as his own cock aches to be inside of him.
But he wants to make him come again first, to feel pleasure from just a tongue. He wants to give him experiences he is almost sure Jiang Cheng has never had before, wants to devour him and satisfy him in equal measure. Jiang Cheng is squirming underneath him, moaning, and it is the most satisfying sensation in the world, to make his brother lose himself to pleasure. ]
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He doesn't want to do that. He doesn't want to do anything that might make Wei Wuxian stop, that might make him take his mouth and fingers away from this beautiful, wonderful torture.
Instead of that, instead of being mean, instead of being Jiang Cheng, he leans into the pleasure. He shifts his body and grinds forward, feels himself shivering, feels the way the moans pour out of him without any kind of self-control. When Wei Wuxian's finger presses into him, twinned with his tongue, the sound he makes is almost pained, as if the orgasm is going to kill him when it comes.
Nothing has ever felt like this; he's never been filled like this, touched like this, kissed like this. Why wouldn't he crave more? Why wouldn't he want more?
Words bubble up, and he whimpers. ]
Wei Wuxian... Wei Wuxian, please... Please let me...
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As Jiang Cheng begs though, oh, how satisfying that is. There's a low, pleased hum and Wei Wuxian pulls off of him — mouth dripping wet with Jiang Cheng's juices. He slides a second finger inside of him, fucking and stretching him with the two digits as his tongue flicks out to lick his lips and he watches Jiang Cheng writhe underneath him. ]
You're going to come just like this, shidi. On my tongue. And then I'll fuck you, okay?
[ He gives a hum, lifting his free hand to rub over Jiang Cheng's stomach, palm flat and soothing. But words, his words are delightfully filthy. ]
I'll fuck you so good, leave you filled with my come. Breed you, make you pregnant with my child, make sure you never feel empty again. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You don't like being empty at all.
[ A third finger slips in, the fucking grows rougher and Wei Wuxian leans forward to lick at Jiang Cheng's clit. His voice comes, muffled against Jiang Cheng's pussy. ]
Your clit is so swollen, shidi. I could suck on it for hours.
[ And then he does, suck on it that is. Lips wrap around the little nub and his tongue flicks out, teasing, eager. He focuses on the assault of his fingers inside Jiang Cheng, his mouth on his clit, just giving him everything he's got. ]
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Breathless, the sound he makes is pained, as if someone has stabbed him, twisted his arm, bruised him, but it's from the pleasure of it and nothing else.
Fingers long to twist in his brother's hair, to tug the ribbons free and grasp at him, to tear him to shreds and hurt him, to punish him for going away; for leaving him, abandoning him, breaking his heart and making him feel so, so sad.
Lifting a hand to his mouth, he smothers the noises he makes, softens his tongue before he gasps out, unable to resist. ]
Shut up! Don't... Don't say those things.
[ But he wants it. The idea of being filled, of having Wei Wuxian's come inside of him, breeding him so that he can have the next heir of Yunmeng Jiang inside of him, birth a beautiful child for them to share... To have the cock - his cock - inside of him, plugging him, keeping his come inside him so that he doesn't lose any of it.
There's no way he can say how much he wants that. He can't. ]
Ah... Ah, Wei Wuxian...
[ The way his hips buck is painful, grinding his cunt into his brother's mouth, making him shudder, and it's embarrassing how quickly he comes again, tight around Wei Wuxian's fingers and drowning him in his slick come. ]
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