[ 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. ]
[ The thing is, Wei Wuxian knows it. He knows Jiang Cheng wants to be chosen first, wants to be loved the most, wants to be someone's number one. And he is, he is Wei Wuxian's number one. If Wei Wuxian can do anything in this second chance at life, it's show Jiang Cheng that he is not alone, that Wei Wuxian will pick him. He wants to make up for past mistakes, for abandoning him before though he knows he probably would still make those same choices, unfortunately. He couldn't abandon the Wens but now? Now that things are good and life is at peace and Wei Wuxian has nothing to atone for except to love his brother?
He won't ever pick anyone else again.
So, he bites him, he fucks him, he gives him everything he needs. The soft whimpering he hears from his brother invites nuzzling against his throat, gentle kisses mixed with hard, deep thrusts. He grinds inside of him, balls slapping against his mound as he fucks into him.
Yes, he's fucked other people. Yes, he's kissed other people. But that doesn't matter anymore, does it? That doesn't mean he will do that with anyone else ever again. Only Jiang Cheng. Just Jiang Cheng.
So, he kisses him instead of explaining himself, hot and wet and desperate as he licks into his mouth and moans heavily. His hips pick up their pace, fucking him harder, faster, pounding into him. His hands shift, each grabbing Jiang Cheng's hips as he holds him in place so he can fuck into him with hard, eager thrusts. He wants to get his brother to come, and he wants to fill him up as well. This is all he wants. ]
[ There are no scarves or robes or proper clothing that would hide the way that Wei Wuxian has marked him, has bitten him, has made it obvious that the sect leader of the Yunmeng Jiang had been taken the night before. He can almost imagine the whispers, the way the words would echo around them, knowing that none of his disciples would ever dare confront him about it for fear of his infamous temper.
The only person who might dare say anything at all is a-Ling, and he is far away in Lanling. He will not hear rumour or whisper of his uncle's sudden descent into madness.
Jiang Cheng shifts his body, trying to move with Wei Wuxian even as he feels so utterly consumed by him, not able to do anything except take the pleasure, to let himself bask in it. It's so powerful a sensation, so overwhelming, so perfect, and it embitters him as much as it thrills him that it's his brother doing it. It's not as if anyone else other than Wei Wuxian would ever get so close, would ever be so exactly what Jiang Cheng needs, even if he would never admit it.
Body moving under his brother, Jiang Cheng makes soft noises, completely at his mercy, completely fucked out with pleasure on his brother's cock, shivering out a little noise as he tilts his head back, messy and tangled with it. ]
[ Wei Wuxian's mouth moves down from Jiang Cheng's to his throat, pressing more kisses and bites against the marred skin. But he doesn't last long, too overwhelmed to focus on two things at once and in the end, he just presses his forehead against Jiang Cheng's shoulder and breathes out heavily as he fucks into him.
Over and over, they fuck, his cock sliding so perfectly inside of Jiang Cheng's pussy. His eyes fall closed and he savors every little noise Jiang Cheng makes, feeling overwhelmed and perfect with it. There's a groan here from Wei Wuxian, his hips picking up their pace as they pound into his brother, and takes and takes and takes. ]
Jiang Cheng...
[ His name, breathed out, so full of aching fondness and devotion. Wei Wuxian wants no one else except Jiang Cheng, wants to be nowhere else but Lotus Pier, but here with his only family, his only love. He grinds into him then, lifting his head to press a kiss to his cheek, nosing lightly at his jaw and then breathing heavily against him as he keeps fucking into him, so so so close but wanting to get Jiang Cheng to come again one more time before he does. ]
[ It hits him, like a slap to the face, the way that he feels - so close to the edge, so desperate to push himself over it, letting himself be steam rolled into pleasure. He shouldn't make it so easy, should protest more, should try and shove his brother off and away from him and make him work for it, but he's far too needy. The level of want that he has makes him too desperate to refuse, and with multiple orgasms behind him...
Jiang Cheng arches his back, whimpering a little, cunt squeezing around his brother as he comes, wet and messy and filled with the overwhelming desire for more and more in a way that he could never put into words. ]
Wei Wuxian... Ah, a-Xian...
[ It comes out before he can resist it, gripping at the sheets and whimpering. ]
[ Ah, it's the nickname that tips him over the edge. The a-Xian, begged out so sweetly by his brother, making him think of sweeter, fonder times between them. It makes his hips stutter and a moan spill from his throat as he buries his face in against his neck and spills inside of him. Hot, heavy ropes of come fill up Jiang Cheng's pussy, plugging away inside of him as he fucks him over and over and over.
He's not going to bring attention to the nickname, not going to make Jiang Cheng realize he's said such softness to him. But he's going to hold it near and dear to his heart as he savors the affection and the satisfaction it brings unlike anything else. As his hips keep pumping inside of Jiang Cheng, he lifts his head to take his mouth in a kiss, licking into him with a deep groan and savoring his taste. His hand lifts up to cup Jiang Cheng's cheek, holding him gently and tenderly. ]
Jiang Cheng...
[ He wants to say it, say it back. A-Cheng. But he doesn't want to freak Jiang Cheng out, to make him notice what he said and push Wei Wuxian away as a result. So, for now he slows his pace inside of Jiang Cheng as his orgasm begins to subside and instead just grinds inside of him as he kisses him gently. ]
[ Jiang Cheng's hand rises, sinking the fingers into his brother's hair and gripping, holding onto it as if to anchor himself, and he feels completely torn apart. The sensation of being filled, of being given what he had wanted but not been able to ask for, is perfect, and he groans softly as he leans back and lets himself bask. He doesn't want Wei Wuxian to pull out, doesn't want him to slip his cock away, wants to keep it inside for as long as he can.
There had been whispers, and promises, and something more, little hisses of things that he wanted, and he squeezes his eyes shut. The promise of being filled, of being given everything he needed, the promise of pregnancy, the promise of a child, an heir, something all of his own, and he shivers as he opens his eyes and blinks up at his brother. ]
Wei Wuxian...
[ The kisses are soft, sweet, and against his better judgement he leans in to give the kisses, time and time again, nuzzling into him and letting his lips curl into a just-there smile as he basks in the bliss of orgasm. ]
[ Wei Wuxian can't help the smile on his face either, though it's less hard-won than the one on Jiang Cheng's expression. He just feels soft all over, warm and happy. He doesn't want to pull out of Jiang Cheng either, wants to keep himself inside, wants to give Jiang Cheng everything he wants. If... If Jiang Cheng wants to become pregnant with his child, Wei Wuxian wants to give that to him too.
His arms move, curling around Jiang Cheng's middle and slipping under his body to hug him to his chest. He keeps kissing him gently, softly, letting their noses brushes together and nuzzling in against him. He smiles gently against his cheek for a moment before kissing it, then up at his temple and nuzzling into his hair.
He doesn't want to pull away, doesn't want to break this bubble of peace they've found themselves in. So, he doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything else, just continues to press kisses to Jiang Cheng and smile against him. ]
[ It's so easy to lean into the kisses, to lose himself to the warmth and comfort of being wrapped up in the arms of someone who loves him, who he loves in return. The words are so hard for him to say, so difficult for him to fall into any kind of honesty, but... He thinks that, perhaps, Wei Wuxian knows him well enough and understands him enough to be able to see how he feels despite his inabilities.
That was always their way. Wei Wuxian could read him when no one else could, could understand him when no one else was able to. It makes this easier, even though his heart aches and he yearns for more, for all the things that prickle inside him and delight him with warmth and deep, tender affection.
Leaning into each kiss, returning it softly, he lets himself enjoy the brief moments of sweetness, lets himself enjoy the warmth of being cherish before his better nature gets the better of him, prickling over his skin and making him shift, groaning softly. He still feels so full, perfectly so, but at the same time...
[ There's a soft laugh from Wei Wuxian as he hears Jiang Cheng's voice finally say something other than his name. A complaint, of course, and it makes him nuzzle in against his brother and hug him a little tighter. They both need a bath, after all that. Sweat and come and messy hair, there's no hiding what they did with each other. Not that Wei Wuxian really wants to hide it at all. ]
Want me to call the servants? Get them to draw a bath for us and bring some fresh clothes?
[ A pause, he presses a few more kisses across Jiang Cheng's shoulder, up to his jaw before nipping lightly at his mouth. Really, he can't stop kissing him and if he had his way, he'd kiss him as long as it took until he got hard again and they both fucked again. He's honestly expecting another round soon, so he's not too bothered either. ]
I'll have to pull out though.
[ And he knows both of them don't want that. In response, he rolls his hips, grinding into Jiang Cheng just a little bit longer as if to emphasize how unhappy they'd be if he pulled out of him. ]
[ There's an immediately temptation to gather his brother up and throw him into the river, to show him just how cold the water of Lotus Pier remains even today, but he doesn't quite have the strength for it right now. He's too blissed out, too happy, and it settled around him like a warm blanket, softening the edges of his bitter personality and making him at least a little more tolerable to be around.
The notion of servants coming in, though... ]
Not until I'm dressed!
[ If they saw him like this... Yunmeng Jiang wouldn't spread rumours, but he'd never be able to look at any of them ever again, which would make life all the more difficult for the sect leader. Sour, he turns his head, trying to hide his blush. ]
You -ah - get out! Get off and let me get dressed, you!
[ The laugh from Wei Wuxian turns from something soft and delighted to bright and amused. He laughs so merrily as Jiang Cheng turns away and tells him to get off, feeling amusement down to his bones. Then he's pushing away from him, pulling back and then, very carefully, pulling his cock out of Jiang Cheng. He watches as Jiang Cheng's pussy clenches around nothing, some of his come spilling out and dribbling down. He uses two of his fingers to push it back into him, though it's a futile effort.
When he's finished, he'll roll over to sit back up and stretch in the bed, popping his back and giving a content sigh. He really would like to fuck again but for now, they have to be a bit responsible. Idly, he comments — ]
We should've fucked when we were teenagers. I would've eaten your pussy so good, we'd have been kicked out of Gusu!
[ Because of all the screaming Jiang Cheng would've been doing. Get it? Geeeeeet it? He's amused himself terribly just thinking about it. But up he gets from the bed so he can go get dressed. ]
[ The groan that comes out of his mouth at the push of fingers into his cunt is almost entirely against his will, as is the way his hips rock to chase the sensation of being filled. He doesn't like the idea of the come slipping out of him, of the risk of him losing it and not getting round with child, but there's too much at stake right now. He's unmarried, and if people asked where the babe had come from...
Groaning softly, he pushes his legs together, to trap the come and the squeeze of his cunt at the same time, before he slowly pushes himself up and pushes some of his tangled, messy hair out of his face. ]
No one would've ever let you know about it back then.
[ Jiang Cheng certainly wouldn't have, and his parents would've killed him for even hinting at suggesting it. ]
[ There's laughter here at that as Wei Wuxian wanders the room, bare as can be. He goes to the table where a pitcher of drinking water is left for them, pouring two cups full and picking one up to bring it over to Jiang Cheng first, before the robe. ]
It's true! No one did, after all. I've gone all this time and had no idea my shidi had a pussy. Not a clue!
[ And then he's holding out the cup of water for Jiang Cheng to take. Hopefully he takes it instead of knocking it out of his hands but once it's gone, he'll move back to the table to drink the water he poured for himself for a moment. He drinks about two cups of the stuff before he finally, finally moves to the closet to grab one of Jiang Cheng's softer at home inner robes rather than the stiff sect leader robes he was wearing earlier. He'll bring it back over to Jiang Cheng, offering the robe in exchange for the cup.
Once he gets the cup back, he'll go to get Jiang Cheng more water as well. He's sure he must be as dehydrated as Wei Wuxian feels, considering how much he came. He'll come back over with the full cup as soon as he's done refilling it. ]
[ Back to his normal senses now, the coarseness of the language has Jiang Cheng grabbing one of the pillows and throwing it at his brother's head, glaring at him. Despite the haze of pleasure still running through his body, he's embarrassed and shy about being so well taken care of, the come still leaking down his leg and his fingers feeling sticky.
Taking the robe, he wraps himself in it, tying it off before he accepts the water with a sigh, closing his eyes and tilting his head. He feels good, of course he does, content and warm under the weight of his brother's warmth and tenderness, and when he turns his head to look over at Wei Wuxian again he stops himself from giving in to his irritation. ]
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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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He won't ever pick anyone else again.
So, he bites him, he fucks him, he gives him everything he needs. The soft whimpering he hears from his brother invites nuzzling against his throat, gentle kisses mixed with hard, deep thrusts. He grinds inside of him, balls slapping against his mound as he fucks into him.
Yes, he's fucked other people. Yes, he's kissed other people. But that doesn't matter anymore, does it? That doesn't mean he will do that with anyone else ever again. Only Jiang Cheng. Just Jiang Cheng.
So, he kisses him instead of explaining himself, hot and wet and desperate as he licks into his mouth and moans heavily. His hips pick up their pace, fucking him harder, faster, pounding into him. His hands shift, each grabbing Jiang Cheng's hips as he holds him in place so he can fuck into him with hard, eager thrusts. He wants to get his brother to come, and he wants to fill him up as well. This is all he wants. ]
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The only person who might dare say anything at all is a-Ling, and he is far away in Lanling. He will not hear rumour or whisper of his uncle's sudden descent into madness.
Jiang Cheng shifts his body, trying to move with Wei Wuxian even as he feels so utterly consumed by him, not able to do anything except take the pleasure, to let himself bask in it. It's so powerful a sensation, so overwhelming, so perfect, and it embitters him as much as it thrills him that it's his brother doing it. It's not as if anyone else other than Wei Wuxian would ever get so close, would ever be so exactly what Jiang Cheng needs, even if he would never admit it.
Body moving under his brother, Jiang Cheng makes soft noises, completely at his mercy, completely fucked out with pleasure on his brother's cock, shivering out a little noise as he tilts his head back, messy and tangled with it. ]
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Over and over, they fuck, his cock sliding so perfectly inside of Jiang Cheng's pussy. His eyes fall closed and he savors every little noise Jiang Cheng makes, feeling overwhelmed and perfect with it. There's a groan here from Wei Wuxian, his hips picking up their pace as they pound into his brother, and takes and takes and takes. ]
Jiang Cheng...
[ His name, breathed out, so full of aching fondness and devotion. Wei Wuxian wants no one else except Jiang Cheng, wants to be nowhere else but Lotus Pier, but here with his only family, his only love. He grinds into him then, lifting his head to press a kiss to his cheek, nosing lightly at his jaw and then breathing heavily against him as he keeps fucking into him, so so so close but wanting to get Jiang Cheng to come again one more time before he does. ]
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[ It hits him, like a slap to the face, the way that he feels - so close to the edge, so desperate to push himself over it, letting himself be steam rolled into pleasure. He shouldn't make it so easy, should protest more, should try and shove his brother off and away from him and make him work for it, but he's far too needy. The level of want that he has makes him too desperate to refuse, and with multiple orgasms behind him...
Jiang Cheng arches his back, whimpering a little, cunt squeezing around his brother as he comes, wet and messy and filled with the overwhelming desire for more and more in a way that he could never put into words. ]
Wei Wuxian... Ah, a-Xian...
[ It comes out before he can resist it, gripping at the sheets and whimpering. ]
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He's not going to bring attention to the nickname, not going to make Jiang Cheng realize he's said such softness to him. But he's going to hold it near and dear to his heart as he savors the affection and the satisfaction it brings unlike anything else. As his hips keep pumping inside of Jiang Cheng, he lifts his head to take his mouth in a kiss, licking into him with a deep groan and savoring his taste. His hand lifts up to cup Jiang Cheng's cheek, holding him gently and tenderly. ]
Jiang Cheng...
[ He wants to say it, say it back. A-Cheng. But he doesn't want to freak Jiang Cheng out, to make him notice what he said and push Wei Wuxian away as a result. So, for now he slows his pace inside of Jiang Cheng as his orgasm begins to subside and instead just grinds inside of him as he kisses him gently. ]
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There had been whispers, and promises, and something more, little hisses of things that he wanted, and he squeezes his eyes shut. The promise of being filled, of being given everything he needed, the promise of pregnancy, the promise of a child, an heir, something all of his own, and he shivers as he opens his eyes and blinks up at his brother. ]
Wei Wuxian...
[ The kisses are soft, sweet, and against his better judgement he leans in to give the kisses, time and time again, nuzzling into him and letting his lips curl into a just-there smile as he basks in the bliss of orgasm. ]
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His arms move, curling around Jiang Cheng's middle and slipping under his body to hug him to his chest. He keeps kissing him gently, softly, letting their noses brushes together and nuzzling in against him. He smiles gently against his cheek for a moment before kissing it, then up at his temple and nuzzling into his hair.
He doesn't want to pull away, doesn't want to break this bubble of peace they've found themselves in. So, he doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything else, just continues to press kisses to Jiang Cheng and smile against him. ]
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That was always their way. Wei Wuxian could read him when no one else could, could understand him when no one else was able to. It makes this easier, even though his heart aches and he yearns for more, for all the things that prickle inside him and delight him with warmth and deep, tender affection.
Leaning into each kiss, returning it softly, he lets himself enjoy the brief moments of sweetness, lets himself enjoy the warmth of being cherish before his better nature gets the better of him, prickling over his skin and making him shift, groaning softly. He still feels so full, perfectly so, but at the same time...
Leaning back, he grouses a little. ]
I need a bath.
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Want me to call the servants? Get them to draw a bath for us and bring some fresh clothes?
[ A pause, he presses a few more kisses across Jiang Cheng's shoulder, up to his jaw before nipping lightly at his mouth. Really, he can't stop kissing him and if he had his way, he'd kiss him as long as it took until he got hard again and they both fucked again. He's honestly expecting another round soon, so he's not too bothered either. ]
I'll have to pull out though.
[ And he knows both of them don't want that. In response, he rolls his hips, grinding into Jiang Cheng just a little bit longer as if to emphasize how unhappy they'd be if he pulled out of him. ]
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The notion of servants coming in, though... ]
Not until I'm dressed!
[ If they saw him like this... Yunmeng Jiang wouldn't spread rumours, but he'd never be able to look at any of them ever again, which would make life all the more difficult for the sect leader. Sour, he turns his head, trying to hide his blush. ]
You -ah - get out! Get off and let me get dressed, you!
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When he's finished, he'll roll over to sit back up and stretch in the bed, popping his back and giving a content sigh. He really would like to fuck again but for now, they have to be a bit responsible. Idly, he comments — ]
We should've fucked when we were teenagers. I would've eaten your pussy so good, we'd have been kicked out of Gusu!
[ Because of all the screaming Jiang Cheng would've been doing. Get it? Geeeeeet it? He's amused himself terribly just thinking about it. But up he gets from the bed so he can go get dressed. ]
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Groaning softly, he pushes his legs together, to trap the come and the squeeze of his cunt at the same time, before he slowly pushes himself up and pushes some of his tangled, messy hair out of his face. ]
No one would've ever let you know about it back then.
[ Jiang Cheng certainly wouldn't have, and his parents would've killed him for even hinting at suggesting it. ]
Go and get me a robe. Go!
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It's true! No one did, after all. I've gone all this time and had no idea my shidi had a pussy. Not a clue!
[ And then he's holding out the cup of water for Jiang Cheng to take. Hopefully he takes it instead of knocking it out of his hands but once it's gone, he'll move back to the table to drink the water he poured for himself for a moment. He drinks about two cups of the stuff before he finally, finally moves to the closet to grab one of Jiang Cheng's softer at home inner robes rather than the stiff sect leader robes he was wearing earlier. He'll bring it back over to Jiang Cheng, offering the robe in exchange for the cup.
Once he gets the cup back, he'll go to get Jiang Cheng more water as well. He's sure he must be as dehydrated as Wei Wuxian feels, considering how much he came. He'll come back over with the full cup as soon as he's done refilling it. ]
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[ Back to his normal senses now, the coarseness of the language has Jiang Cheng grabbing one of the pillows and throwing it at his brother's head, glaring at him. Despite the haze of pleasure still running through his body, he's embarrassed and shy about being so well taken care of, the come still leaking down his leg and his fingers feeling sticky.
Taking the robe, he wraps himself in it, tying it off before he accepts the water with a sigh, closing his eyes and tilting his head. He feels good, of course he does, content and warm under the weight of his brother's warmth and tenderness, and when he turns his head to look over at Wei Wuxian again he stops himself from giving in to his irritation. ]
Come here.
[ He opens his arms, pouting just a little. ]
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