[ 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. ]
[ He absolutely ducked at the pillow, letting it go sailing past his head and crashing onto the floor nearby. It makes him laugh, going to grab the pillow before he returns to the bed, dropping it down again because he knows Jiang Cheng will need it later. It's then that Jiang Cheng opens his arms, pouting and asking Wei Wuxian to come closer. That gets a genuine smile out of him, happy to take care of his little brother.
So, he drops back down to the bed to sit on the edge and leans in to hug him, pulling him into his arms and nuzzling his face against the side of his head. He kisses his forehead, then his cheek, smiling against his skin and holding him tight. One hand cradles the back of his head while the other rubs up and down his spine, soothing. ]
[ Soft and fuzzy from his orgasm, Jiang Cheng leans in to Wei Wuxian and lets himself be held, lets himself be embraced, still soft from the bliss of orgasm and being wanted. There's bitterness inside of him for the choices that his brother made, but they're being eased from the sweetness of this - this perfect, wonderful intimacy.
Eyes dark, he gazes up at his brother before he sighs. ]
Shut up.
[ It's the best he can give in return, cheeks flushed from embarrassment - but there's no denying it. He loves him too, and he won't be able to hide it, ever. ]
[ Wei Wuxian doesn't need to hear it. Can feel it, in every action Jiang Cheng takes, in the hold he gets in return, even in the shut up and what lingers behind that tone. It's what has him smiling so widely, so happily, as he lifts his head to kiss Jiang Cheng's forehead, and then his cheek, and then softly against his lips once again.
He doesn't pull away from the kiss either, not right away, enjoying the taste of his brother on his tongue and just. Just wanting to make out with him for a bit as he does this. It feels good, feels right, and he loves, loves, loves his brother. So much. He's so happy he reached out, so happy he came home. ]
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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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So, he drops back down to the bed to sit on the edge and leans in to hug him, pulling him into his arms and nuzzling his face against the side of his head. He kisses his forehead, then his cheek, smiling against his skin and holding him tight. One hand cradles the back of his head while the other rubs up and down his spine, soothing. ]
I love you, A-Cheng.
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Eyes dark, he gazes up at his brother before he sighs. ]
Shut up.
[ It's the best he can give in return, cheeks flushed from embarrassment - but there's no denying it. He loves him too, and he won't be able to hide it, ever. ]
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He doesn't pull away from the kiss either, not right away, enjoying the taste of his brother on his tongue and just. Just wanting to make out with him for a bit as he does this. It feels good, feels right, and he loves, loves, loves his brother. So much. He's so happy he reached out, so happy he came home. ]