[ 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. ]
[ The praise is building in Wei Wuxian's chest, the need to shower his brother in lavish affection as he takes him like this. Yet, his mouth is occupied, giving him the attention he deserves in another way. He wants to pull off and say more filthy things, to give Jiang Cheng the assurance that he wants him, all of him, will never want anything or anyone else, but he needs to make his brother come first. He needs to. So, he continues to work over his clit, continues to suck on him and fuck his fingers into his hole. He's so wet, it makes the slide so slick, so easy.
And then Jiang Cheng is gasping his name and — ah, another flood of come and slick all over his fingers. He drops his head down, licking Jiang Cheng clean and swallowing down his come. He licks at his own fingers as he pulls them out of him slowly before slurping and sucking on his entrance to get the last drops of come out of him. When he pulls back again, he's still filthy, hair askew. Maybe it would be a good thing for Jiang Cheng to pull the ribbon free, since at this rate Wei Wuxian will need to retie his hair anyway.
That's when he begins to crawl up Jiang Cheng's body, pressing kisses as he goes. To his mound, to his stomach, licking his belly button and then up and up and up. As he goes, he speaks, pressing kisses all the while. ]
You're so gorgeous. Moan so sweet for me. How am I supposed to stop now that we've started? I'm going to keep you here until sunrise. Not let you how until si shi at the earliest.
[ When he reaches Jiang Cheng's nipples, he sucks on one eagerly, his hand playing with the other, twisting and teasing it. He bites lightly at the nipple, leaving teethmarks around it before he pulls off and continues to drag himself upwards. ]
Jiang Cheng, you're so hot, and so sensitive. Tell me how much you want my cock.
[ Which, now that he's settled on top of Jiang Cheng, his cock presses against his mound. Wei Wuxian rocks his hips against Jiang Cheng, dragging his cock against his folds while his hands move to hook Jiang Cheng's thighs around his waist, encouraging him to hold him there. ]
[ Jiang Cheng knows that he has come so deeply, so harshly that it's as if he has fallen into a flood of water, and he is mortified by it. Never before has he come so hard, and never before has he still felt so needy after it, as if he couldn't do anything more than force himself to exist through the bone-shaking pleasure of the orgasm his brother has wrung from him. His legs are twitching from it, his eyes shut as tight as they can go, and he feels...
He feels, a little too much, he thinks, suddenly exhausted and alight at the same time, desperate for more but not being sure how to ask. After his orgasm, with the fingers gone, he feels strangely hollow, strangely empty, as if he's bereft, somehow, or as if something has been taken from him, but he can't put into words what he needs Wei Wuxian to do. It's too much, too mortifying a request.
Especially when Wei Wuxian is almost smothering his cunt with kisses and licks and taking every last drop of it into his mouth.
Each kiss is a balm to his wounded pride, however, to the sharp points of his brittle ego, and eventually he is lounging, lax in the bed, dazed as he comes back to himself and tries to remember what it feels like to breathe. Not even his brother's words are enough to inspire his anger, even if the passive urge for it remains. ]
No. I'm not going to say anything.
[ The drag of a cock against his cunt is tempting, though, tantalising, and it makes him gasp. He rocks, letting his legs wrap around him, tugging him close and trying desperately to let his empty pussy swallow his brother's cock. ]
[ It's a wonder, if he's ever seen Jiang Cheng this relaxed. Two orgasms down and melted into the bed, Wei Wuxian's eyes take in every feature of his brother and the way he lets the tension go for once. There's something especially satisfying about that, knowing he did that, knowing he has the power to do that again. It tells him that he can't go anywhere, that Jiang Cheng needs this more than he wants to admit to. If Wei Wuxian's only job is to take care of Sect Leader Jiang every night and fuck him boneless and breathless, then that's most certainly a job he will take.
He always wanted to be Jiang Cheng's right hand man, after all.
Tender fingers brush against Jiang Cheng's cheek as he objects to saying anything, as he refuses. It's enough to get a smile out of Wei Wuxian, fond and sweet. Even though he refuses to admit it, his desire staying put on his tongue, it's still enough for Wei Wuxian. He delights immediately at the last bit, the demand — just give it to me! Jiang Cheng needs him, needs to be filled, and Wei Wuxian is so, so, so happy to take this virginal pussy as his own. ]
Okay, remember to breathe.
[ Because he's sure Jiang Cheng has never had anything as big as him inside him before and even if he feels achingly empty and the greed is there, he'll still need to adjust to the physicality of it. Wei Wuxian reaches between them, taking hold of the base of his cock and sliding it between pussy lips, catching on Jiang Cheng's entrance and glancing up to meet his eyes. As their eyes meet, he holds Jiang Cheng's gaze as he slowly, slowly, slowly begins to slide inside of him. The fat tip of his cock presses against his entrance and Wei Wuxian presses inside of him, eager. He takes his time though, doesn't want to overwhelm his brother, but Jiang Cheng is so wet that the slide comes pretty easily.
Eventually, the tip of his cock is nestled inside of Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian pulls his hand back. He braces both hands on either side of Jiang Cheng while he begins to sink inside of him. Bit by bit, inch by inch, he fills Jiang Cheng up. He breathes out a little harshly, finding himself overwhelmed by the tight heat of him, but it's good too. So good. He's never had pussy this good before, he thinks.
Enough is enough though and soon, Wei Wuxian snaps his hips forward and buries the rest of himself inside in one quick movement. A punched out groan leaves him and his eyes flutter shut as he just. Adjusts to the sensation of Jiang Cheng's cunt enveloping him. He licks his lips, swallows any excess spit and slowly begins to grind inside of him as he feels Jiang Cheng's cunt clench around him. ]
Ah... mmm, there you go... how's that feel, shidi? You like that?
[ It is the most relaxed he has been in years, he thinks, and there's still a bleak feeling of tension in himself, a strangeness; baring himself so vulnerably to Wei Wuxian, offering himself without hesitation to someone who means so much to him, even if he might never be able to say it. The words choke him and make him feel sick, but only because they're too honest, too close to his heart and what he really feels for him to muster any kind of strength.
This isn't what he is accustomed to, what he is best at, what he can do, but he is trying.
Is that enough? Will it be enough, for the first time in his life?
He does not do anything to show his feeling, his emotion, but he knows it is there all the same, blinking back the tears that prickle at him and the aches inside of him to focus on this moment, to focus on Wei Wuxian only and nothing else.
Slowly, too slowly, Wei Wuxian pushes inside of him, slides deeper inside of him, and all Jiang Cheng can do is wheeze through his breaths, through the feeling of it, the intensity, knowing that he is going to be blinded by pleasure. Leaning back, he tilts his head, breathless and needy all at once, biting his lip hard and swallowing back the urge to cry out and shout, even when he hears those sweetly whispered words. ]
Wei Wuxian...
[ Lifting one hand, he covers his mouth, embarrassed and ashamed about the noises he's making. ]
[ All Wei Wuxian wants is to give Jiang Cheng pleasure. It's a desire, it's also an apology. He doesn't want to hurt Jiang Cheng any longer, he wants to be where he goes for comfort and safety and pleasure. He wants to be Jiang Cheng's home when no one else will be. He loves his brother. He is in love with his brother. Jiang Cheng means far too much to him for this to be a one and done thing. No, now that Wei Wuxian has been allowed home again, he'll never leave. Not Yunmeng, not Lotus Pier, and not even this bedroom. This is where he belongs.
When Jiang Cheng says his name, he gives a smile, breathing a little hard from the tension in him to keep from losing control and fucking Jiang Cheng stupid. He sinks down on his elbows then, bringing himself closer to his brother so he can lean in and kiss him. One hand reaches to tug his wrist, pull his hand off of his mouth so he can press their lips together in a slow, easy kiss. At the same time, he begins to fuck Jiang Cheng. His hips pulling back and then pressing in again, over and over, a deep grind and a hard thrust inside of him as he builds his pace.
His mouth covers Jiang Cheng's, swallowing down any of his noises and moaning softly against him in turn. Jiang Cheng is so tight, so hot, so wet around him and Wei Wuxian knows already he can never get enough. He'll want this every day, forever, unable to deal with how much he craves him. He licks into his mouth then, deepening the kiss and groaning again as his hips pick up their pace. The soft squelching sounds of Wei Wuxian fucking Jiang Cheng is heard in the quiet of the room, along with their shared breaths and moans. It's so good. Wei Wuxian can't get enough. ]
[ The fresh surge of pleasure and relief he feels at a mouth being pressed over his own is undeniable, and Jiang Cheng pushes up into the kiss without hesitation, without any kind of pause. He much prefers this, the idea of any embarrassing noises he makes being smothered by a mouth against his own, by hands gripping at him, and it means he can focus instead on the way it feels to be completely and utterly fucked by his brother.
This is where Wei Wuxian had always belonged. At his side, with him, beside him, in his bed and out of his, his second, his most beloved and perfect brother. Even his anger and jealousy at never matching up to him might resolve if he'd at least had Wei Wuxian at his side for all these years - but now they're back together, now they're never going to be apart, and it thrills him.
Careful, one arm wraps around him, both his legs squeezing tight, and he sighs against Wei Wuxian's mouth as he begins to try and rock his hips back to roll with him, to meet his pace and offer him his own in return.
[ There is a sweet tenderness in Wei Wuxian's touch as he lifts a hand to brush fingertips across Jiang Cheng's cheek, sliding into his hair and curling fingers into it. In all their movements since being out on the dock together, Jiang Cheng's bun has nearly unraveled and so Wei Wuxian pulls the last pins holding it together out of place and then sinks his hand in the loose hair to hold the back of his head while he kisses him.
His other hand moves to hold Jiang Cheng's thigh to his waist as he fucks him, pulling back, pressing in, a steady rhythm over and over as his dick is held tight in Jiang Cheng's cunt. He feels Jiang Cheng rocking against him and moans softly into his mouth, syncing up with his pace and letting their hips come together over and over and over. Fuck, that feels so good.
Licking more into his mouth, he tastes Jiang Cheng's tongue against his own, moaning softly against it and letting his hips pick up their pace. The hand on his thigh slides lower, curling around Jiang Cheng's middle and pressing against him, chest to chest. He pants a little heavily into Jiang Cheng's mouth, enjoying the sensation of fucking him and wanting so badly to come inside of him.
It's why he can't keep his mouth shut either, pulling away from the kiss to pant heavily against Jiang Cheng's mouth and murmur, hot and desperate against him. ]
So fucking good. So tight. Need to fill you up, Jiang Cheng. Make this virgin pussy all mine.
[ Even like this, feeling nothing but pleasure and enjoying himself more than he can put into words, the immediate surge of embarrassment and shyness that hits him when Wei Wuxian speaks is twinned with his annoyance and frustration, hand lifting to try and cuff his brother on the side of his head, to grab at his hair and tug at it as if they were children once more, rather than adults enjoying the joys of fucking one another in the quiet of his room. ]
Stop talking! You're so crude, I should kick you out right now!
[ But he loves the feeling of being fucked too much, loves the sensation of being filled, of being claimed, of having a hard cock pressing into him and stretching him out. It is better than fingers, better than his own touch, better than anything he has tried on his own in those desperate moments, and even Wei Wuxian's usual, painful mouth running off isn't going to ruin this for him. He refuses to let it.
Shifting, he leans back, stretching his arms up and groaning, a low rumble in the depth of his body, pleased and content. It won't be long until he comes again, but he thinks - this is good. This is what he had wanted, had needed, for so long. ]
[ Even as he's cuffed, Wei Wuxian's smile doesn't fade. In fact, he just kind of... giggles a little, feeling delight in his brother's reaction and thriving at the feeling of being inside of him. When Jiang Cheng stretches, hands reaching above him, Wei Wuxian drops his hands lower. The one around his waist stays there while the other slides over his ribcage, his side, settles at his hip. ]
You won't, you love this. I've never seen you so relaxed in your life.
[ Jiang Cheng is a melted puddle of goo underneath him and it's Wei Wuxian's responsibility to keep him like that. He takes this responsibility seriously, as serious as he takes being Jiang Cheng's brother. He wants this, so badly, to be the thing Jiang Cheng needs when he needs peace and serenity. It only makes sense, he thinks a little wildly, that Jiang Cheng has a pussy, if only for Wei Wuxian to fuck it.
He presses kisses then to Jiang Cheng's throat as Jiang Cheng exposes it as he leans back. A smattering of them, followed by a bite, high up on his throat and definitely not able to be hidden by his robe. His teeth sink into the flesh, bruise and damage soft pale skin and he holds him there like that as he fucks into him, over and over again. When he feels satisfied, he lets go and licks the bite to soothe it better, nuzzling in against his throat after. ]
There, you're mine now. Anyone who sees this will know you belong to me.
[ The scowl remains in place for all of the seconds, Jiang Cheng doing his best to maintain his anger as he is fucked, as his cunt is filled with his brother’s cock. There’s a jealous possessiveness in him, vile and dark as he sees it in himself, a familiar monster; does anyone else get his brother like this? Who else has Wei Wuxian touched or kissed to know how to roll his hips just so, to kiss him so perfectly?
Jealous, despite it being him that is being fucked so hard.
Drawn back into the simple pleasure of being taken, Jiang Cheng hums a soft noise, fingers flexing. He doesn’t even realise how high the bites that are given to him are at first, too focussed on the utter joy he’s feeling, the bliss of being given all that he needs and more, knowing that at least, in this moment, he is loved. Even if Wei Wuxian changes his mind after, right now he’s so, so loved.
Whimpering, he closes his eyes, falling into the moment. ]
Don’t - people will see. You can’t…
[ As if Jiang Cheng doesn’t love it, crave it, being wanted and loved and chosen first in all things. ]
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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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And then Jiang Cheng is gasping his name and — ah, another flood of come and slick all over his fingers. He drops his head down, licking Jiang Cheng clean and swallowing down his come. He licks at his own fingers as he pulls them out of him slowly before slurping and sucking on his entrance to get the last drops of come out of him. When he pulls back again, he's still filthy, hair askew. Maybe it would be a good thing for Jiang Cheng to pull the ribbon free, since at this rate Wei Wuxian will need to retie his hair anyway.
That's when he begins to crawl up Jiang Cheng's body, pressing kisses as he goes. To his mound, to his stomach, licking his belly button and then up and up and up. As he goes, he speaks, pressing kisses all the while. ]
You're so gorgeous. Moan so sweet for me. How am I supposed to stop now that we've started? I'm going to keep you here until sunrise. Not let you how until si shi at the earliest.
[ When he reaches Jiang Cheng's nipples, he sucks on one eagerly, his hand playing with the other, twisting and teasing it. He bites lightly at the nipple, leaving teethmarks around it before he pulls off and continues to drag himself upwards. ]
Jiang Cheng, you're so hot, and so sensitive. Tell me how much you want my cock.
[ Which, now that he's settled on top of Jiang Cheng, his cock presses against his mound. Wei Wuxian rocks his hips against Jiang Cheng, dragging his cock against his folds while his hands move to hook Jiang Cheng's thighs around his waist, encouraging him to hold him there. ]
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He feels, a little too much, he thinks, suddenly exhausted and alight at the same time, desperate for more but not being sure how to ask. After his orgasm, with the fingers gone, he feels strangely hollow, strangely empty, as if he's bereft, somehow, or as if something has been taken from him, but he can't put into words what he needs Wei Wuxian to do. It's too much, too mortifying a request.
Especially when Wei Wuxian is almost smothering his cunt with kisses and licks and taking every last drop of it into his mouth.
Each kiss is a balm to his wounded pride, however, to the sharp points of his brittle ego, and eventually he is lounging, lax in the bed, dazed as he comes back to himself and tries to remember what it feels like to breathe. Not even his brother's words are enough to inspire his anger, even if the passive urge for it remains. ]
No. I'm not going to say anything.
[ The drag of a cock against his cunt is tempting, though, tantalising, and it makes him gasp. He rocks, letting his legs wrap around him, tugging him close and trying desperately to let his empty pussy swallow his brother's cock. ]
Just give it to me!
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He always wanted to be Jiang Cheng's right hand man, after all.
Tender fingers brush against Jiang Cheng's cheek as he objects to saying anything, as he refuses. It's enough to get a smile out of Wei Wuxian, fond and sweet. Even though he refuses to admit it, his desire staying put on his tongue, it's still enough for Wei Wuxian. He delights immediately at the last bit, the demand — just give it to me! Jiang Cheng needs him, needs to be filled, and Wei Wuxian is so, so, so happy to take this virginal pussy as his own. ]
Okay, remember to breathe.
[ Because he's sure Jiang Cheng has never had anything as big as him inside him before and even if he feels achingly empty and the greed is there, he'll still need to adjust to the physicality of it. Wei Wuxian reaches between them, taking hold of the base of his cock and sliding it between pussy lips, catching on Jiang Cheng's entrance and glancing up to meet his eyes. As their eyes meet, he holds Jiang Cheng's gaze as he slowly, slowly, slowly begins to slide inside of him. The fat tip of his cock presses against his entrance and Wei Wuxian presses inside of him, eager. He takes his time though, doesn't want to overwhelm his brother, but Jiang Cheng is so wet that the slide comes pretty easily.
Eventually, the tip of his cock is nestled inside of Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian pulls his hand back. He braces both hands on either side of Jiang Cheng while he begins to sink inside of him. Bit by bit, inch by inch, he fills Jiang Cheng up. He breathes out a little harshly, finding himself overwhelmed by the tight heat of him, but it's good too. So good. He's never had pussy this good before, he thinks.
Enough is enough though and soon, Wei Wuxian snaps his hips forward and buries the rest of himself inside in one quick movement. A punched out groan leaves him and his eyes flutter shut as he just. Adjusts to the sensation of Jiang Cheng's cunt enveloping him. He licks his lips, swallows any excess spit and slowly begins to grind inside of him as he feels Jiang Cheng's cunt clench around him. ]
Ah... mmm, there you go... how's that feel, shidi? You like that?
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This isn't what he is accustomed to, what he is best at, what he can do, but he is trying.
Is that enough? Will it be enough, for the first time in his life?
He does not do anything to show his feeling, his emotion, but he knows it is there all the same, blinking back the tears that prickle at him and the aches inside of him to focus on this moment, to focus on Wei Wuxian only and nothing else.
Slowly, too slowly, Wei Wuxian pushes inside of him, slides deeper inside of him, and all Jiang Cheng can do is wheeze through his breaths, through the feeling of it, the intensity, knowing that he is going to be blinded by pleasure. Leaning back, he tilts his head, breathless and needy all at once, biting his lip hard and swallowing back the urge to cry out and shout, even when he hears those sweetly whispered words. ]
Wei Wuxian...
[ Lifting one hand, he covers his mouth, embarrassed and ashamed about the noises he's making. ]
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When Jiang Cheng says his name, he gives a smile, breathing a little hard from the tension in him to keep from losing control and fucking Jiang Cheng stupid. He sinks down on his elbows then, bringing himself closer to his brother so he can lean in and kiss him. One hand reaches to tug his wrist, pull his hand off of his mouth so he can press their lips together in a slow, easy kiss. At the same time, he begins to fuck Jiang Cheng. His hips pulling back and then pressing in again, over and over, a deep grind and a hard thrust inside of him as he builds his pace.
His mouth covers Jiang Cheng's, swallowing down any of his noises and moaning softly against him in turn. Jiang Cheng is so tight, so hot, so wet around him and Wei Wuxian knows already he can never get enough. He'll want this every day, forever, unable to deal with how much he craves him. He licks into his mouth then, deepening the kiss and groaning again as his hips pick up their pace. The soft squelching sounds of Wei Wuxian fucking Jiang Cheng is heard in the quiet of the room, along with their shared breaths and moans. It's so good. Wei Wuxian can't get enough. ]
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This is where Wei Wuxian had always belonged. At his side, with him, beside him, in his bed and out of his, his second, his most beloved and perfect brother. Even his anger and jealousy at never matching up to him might resolve if he'd at least had Wei Wuxian at his side for all these years - but now they're back together, now they're never going to be apart, and it thrills him.
Careful, one arm wraps around him, both his legs squeezing tight, and he sighs against Wei Wuxian's mouth as he begins to try and rock his hips back to roll with him, to meet his pace and offer him his own in return.
He will not be second in this. ]
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His other hand moves to hold Jiang Cheng's thigh to his waist as he fucks him, pulling back, pressing in, a steady rhythm over and over as his dick is held tight in Jiang Cheng's cunt. He feels Jiang Cheng rocking against him and moans softly into his mouth, syncing up with his pace and letting their hips come together over and over and over. Fuck, that feels so good.
Licking more into his mouth, he tastes Jiang Cheng's tongue against his own, moaning softly against it and letting his hips pick up their pace. The hand on his thigh slides lower, curling around Jiang Cheng's middle and pressing against him, chest to chest. He pants a little heavily into Jiang Cheng's mouth, enjoying the sensation of fucking him and wanting so badly to come inside of him.
It's why he can't keep his mouth shut either, pulling away from the kiss to pant heavily against Jiang Cheng's mouth and murmur, hot and desperate against him. ]
So fucking good. So tight. Need to fill you up, Jiang Cheng. Make this virgin pussy all mine.
[ God, Wei Wuxian, please shut up. ]
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Stop talking! You're so crude, I should kick you out right now!
[ But he loves the feeling of being fucked too much, loves the sensation of being filled, of being claimed, of having a hard cock pressing into him and stretching him out. It is better than fingers, better than his own touch, better than anything he has tried on his own in those desperate moments, and even Wei Wuxian's usual, painful mouth running off isn't going to ruin this for him. He refuses to let it.
Shifting, he leans back, stretching his arms up and groaning, a low rumble in the depth of his body, pleased and content. It won't be long until he comes again, but he thinks - this is good. This is what he had wanted, had needed, for so long. ]
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You won't, you love this. I've never seen you so relaxed in your life.
[ Jiang Cheng is a melted puddle of goo underneath him and it's Wei Wuxian's responsibility to keep him like that. He takes this responsibility seriously, as serious as he takes being Jiang Cheng's brother. He wants this, so badly, to be the thing Jiang Cheng needs when he needs peace and serenity. It only makes sense, he thinks a little wildly, that Jiang Cheng has a pussy, if only for Wei Wuxian to fuck it.
He presses kisses then to Jiang Cheng's throat as Jiang Cheng exposes it as he leans back. A smattering of them, followed by a bite, high up on his throat and definitely not able to be hidden by his robe. His teeth sink into the flesh, bruise and damage soft pale skin and he holds him there like that as he fucks into him, over and over again. When he feels satisfied, he lets go and licks the bite to soothe it better, nuzzling in against his throat after. ]
There, you're mine now. Anyone who sees this will know you belong to me.
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Jealous, despite it being him that is being fucked so hard.
Drawn back into the simple pleasure of being taken, Jiang Cheng hums a soft noise, fingers flexing. He doesn’t even realise how high the bites that are given to him are at first, too focussed on the utter joy he’s feeling, the bliss of being given all that he needs and more, knowing that at least, in this moment, he is loved. Even if Wei Wuxian changes his mind after, right now he’s so, so loved.
Whimpering, he closes his eyes, falling into the moment. ]
Don’t - people will see. You can’t…
[ As if Jiang Cheng doesn’t love it, crave it, being wanted and loved and chosen first in all things. ]
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