lastjinstanding | Brothel meme continued

Technically Jin Ling has his own room, but it is purely for appearances. He never intended to use it. There was always the off chance he would piss Yuan off though and would have to sleep there a night, but he knew he would want to be in Yuan's arms every night.

They barely make it into the room before Ling is peeling Yuan out of his robes and kissing him hungrily. No care at all is taken in draping them this time as Ling is far too focused on lovelier, more important things. "I've been thinking about being with you all day!" He groans, yanking Yuan's underrobe off.

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That gets Lan Zhan to stop. He watches Wuxian confused but waits as his dumb husband has a laughing fit in his lap. What the hell?

This is why he detested gossiping. He has been attempting to get just a little better at it because his husband enjoyed it so much, but really he prefers to let people handle their own businesses. In this case, though, they are dealing with a youth who is loosely connected to him, so he's more curious than normal. Jin Ling wasn't one of his disciples but at this point, Lan Zhan is about that level of invested in his well being.

"What is it?" He asks, clearly not understanding the joke.

Yuan laughs as Jin Ling practically pounces on him, managing to grab the oil from his sleeve just before the robes are tossed aside, but he throws it onto the bed behind him for the moment so he can get his hands on Jin Ling and divest him of his robes in turn.

It's easy to forget all of his troubles and concerns for now and just let himself be carried away with desire and love for the beautiful man currently looking at him like he's the most wonderful thing in the world.

"I've been thinking about you, too" he confesses.

~~~

"Zhe-Zheng Yuan," he manages to get out through his giggles "He's- He's-"

Nope, he can't say it, give him a minute.

Eventually he manages to get control of himself and straightens up, still holding onto Lan Zhan's robes with amusement sparkling in his eyes.

"Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan. The young man that Jin Ling has chosen to accompany him to his beloved uncle's wedding is being paid to do it. That boy is a prostitute." He announces. Then pauses and his amusement fades a little, remembering his nephew's distress "one that A-Ling has only gone and fallen in love with, I think."

Jin Ling tosses his robes somewhere behind him too, remaining in only his trousers before gently pushing Yuan down onto the bed. He crawls over him and kisses him open mouthed down his chest and along his stomach. He looks up at Yuan with a smirk and continues downward. Through the last piece of silk separating them, he mouths the other young man's cock, letting his tongue get the fabric wet.

~~~

He frowns hearing this strange news. There are several parts to it. The first being how much of an embarrassment this will be if it gets out to Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling, not to mention dangerous for Zheng Yuan. Secondly, there is a boy suffering here who falls under the promise Wuxian and Lan Zhan made to help the poor and seek righteousness all of their lives. Lastly, somehow Wuxian's nephew has learned this virtue and has put himself in a giant mess (also something he likely picked up from his uncle).

"I believe the feeling is mutual."

Yuan lies back on the bed, sliding his fingers into Jin Ling's hair as he works his way down his chest, head falling back as he sighs with pleasure.

He moans, though, at the damp press of Jin Ling's mouth against his cock, even through the fabric it makes his whole body shudder. Yuan has gone down on plenty of men in his time, but nobody had ever returned the favour.

"A-Ling..." he breathes desperately.

~~~

Wei Wuxian sobers up a little as the assorted implications begin to dawn on him, as well - there's an awful, awful lot that could go wrong for Jin Ling in this situation. Wei Wuxian thinks it's hilarious, yes, but that doesn't mean he wants to see anybody get hurt.

"You think so?" He asks thoughtfully. He trusts his husband's judgement, and if the boys love each other, well, of all the people in the world who are going to support love against all odds, it's Wuxian and Wangji.

"We're going to need to intervene, I think."

Ling's lips curl into a grin as he hears Yuan's tone change to something more urgent. He had a feeling this might be a first as he figured no one else would be willing to do this for a man of the night. Little did Yuan know, those days were already behind him. He was with where he belonged and would never go back to that horrible place or those nasty people. He'd never be touched again by anyone who didn't love him with all of their heart. There were some details left to work out, but those were unimportant. Yuan was what was important.

He pulls back briefly, just long enough to draw Yuan's trousers off hips hips and down his legs. He kisses along Yuan's thighs, reaching up and wrapping his hand around his length. He mouths against his sack underneath, gently sucking an orb.

~~~

Lan Zhan watches his husband's emotions, trying to keep up with them. It was always fascinating how obvious they were but they were also confusing. They were just so many and were loud and they often conflicted.

He nods, but looks a bit uncertain. "This might be enough for your brother to disown him if he finds out." As much as Jiang Cheng loved Jin Ling, bringing a prostitute to his wedding was a disgraceful enough act that it might push him past the point of forgiveness.

"We'll need to be very careful, Wei Ying. What do you know so far? I know very little other than the emotion he displayed when Jin Ling was brought up." It was a gut feeling too, but Lan Zhan trusted it. Yuan wouldn't have defended the sect leader so vehemently and automatically as an act.

Yuan is vaguely conscious that he's going to pull Jin Ling's hair if he's not careful, so he drops one of his hands to the sheets, fingers digging in as Jin Ling begins to pleasure him with hands and mouth. He moans again, head falling back against the bed as he fights to keep his hips steady and not jerk up into his lover's touch.

It is, he thinks, another memory he'll treasure for the rest of his life - he still thinks this is fleeting, a dream he must wake from soon, but he's going to memorise every second of it before he does.

~~~

"He might be forced to..." it's a difficult one, honestly, Wei Wuxian doesn't know if Jiang Cheng's fear of what people think will push him that far - it's what drove him to do what he did back when he was the Yiling Patriarch, but would it drive him to distance himself from the boy he practically helped raise? It might, he seriously worries it might.

"I don't know much," he admits "Rulan came to me to ask how one went about freeing a prostitute... that's about the extent of it. He was.. distressed. He asked me how you knew you could trust me and I don't think I gave him the answer he wanted to hear."

He rubs a finger over his nose, thoughtful.

"Maybe we should talk to them both in private, see what we can do to help them. If we can keep this from getting out, help Jin Ling rescue him.. there must be something we can do...."

Zheng Yuan... the boy's name was Yuan. His heart hurts and he feels like he needs to do this.

Jin Ling hasn't been with nearly as many people as Yuan has, obviously, but he's been with a few- a couple girls and a couple boys. He knows from what they did for him what feels good, so he was going by instinct and reversing his own experience to guide him. So he's immensely pleased when he gets the positive reactions from Yuan that he's clearly enjoying what Ling's doing.

He releases Yuan's ball with a lewd 'pop' and slithers his tongue up the underside of his cock. When he reaches the head, he swirls his tongue around it a couple times before running the flat wide surface lap it in between his lips. He sucks softly at first, getting used to both the taste and the feel of a cock in his mouth, something he hadn't tried before and immediately deciding he'd been missing out on. The weight and musk was thrilling and was far more erotic an experience than he would've expected. Who knew giving could be this enjoyable?

~~~

Lan Zhan's frown deepens when he hears Wuxian doesn't think he gave Ling what he needed.

"Why would he go to you for help before Jiang Cheng?" He asks, more to himself than to Wuxian. "He hasn't reached out in the past three years for anything. I've heard Sandu Shengshou complain about how little Jin Ling has contacted him or asked for his advice. Why would he ask you if he could trust someone? Why would he bring a prostitute here and risk all of this?"

Something wasn't adding up. "Did something happen with him and Jiang Cheng?"

"Oh, gods..." Yuan groans as Jin Ling's lips close around him, the sensation is heavenly - he can understand why so many men want this from him, now.

"A-Ling," he breathes "that feels so good... "

His grip in the sheets tightens.

~~~

"Because I'm a font of wisdom! I'm also far more worldly than Jiang Cheng," Wei Wuxian protests with an exaggerated pout.

Only... well, he does have a point...

"You think he's done it deliberately? That he's trying to get back at Cheng for something?" He frowns "Lan Zhan this is all a mess...."

Jin Ling is loving both the feel in his mouth and the sounds Yuan was making. He hums as his lips slip messily downward, taking more of Yuan's length in the heat of his mouth before he bobs his head back up. He stops just shy of the tip before pushing himself to take Yuan even deeper than before.

He doesn't know quite how Yuan looks up at him and gets his eyelashes to seem so seductive, but he tilts his head upward to see if he can catch the other man's gaze. He thinks he's doing it for Yuan, but instead he sees his partner so swept up in pleasure he stares in amazement. He suddenly understood all the insane things Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji did all those years ago. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for Yuan.

He fumbles around for the oil. He needs this man!

~~~

Lan Zhan nods. "Either that or Sandu Shengshou did something to hurt him." It would've had to be something bad enough that he'd believed at the time he couldn't trust anyone enough even to go to a family function unless he was in complete control. The fact that he'd fallen in love with the person he'd tried to control could be simply a complication of the original plan.

Given Jin Ling's character from when he was younger though, the deliberate retaliation idea did seem slightly more likely. Still for the boy to go to this level of self-destructive behavior out of spite, Jiang Cheng had to have done something pretty bad.

"Which one should we speak with first?"

Yuan happens to look down again in time to see Jin Ling looking up at him with such an amazed expression that his breath catches.

The words I love you threaten to trip off his tongue and he swallows them back, but he does give him a breathless grin before letting his head fall back again with a moan - he's almost dizzy with how good it feels to have Jin Ling's mouth wrapped around him, and he doesn't know if he's going to last if this keeps up much longer.

~~~

"Jin Ling," Wuxian decides after a long moment "I'd say Jiang Cheng but... this is his wedding, if we can resolve this without bothering him we should probably at least try."

He pauses, considers the possibility that he's done something terrible to their nephew.

"And if we need to yell at him afterwards, we can do that too."

The important thing was helping Jin Ling and his... friend

He hates to stop but Jin Ling pulls back, littering kisses along Yuan's length so he can find the oil. He leans forward since his mouth was free. "A-Yuan, my sweet pet," he purrs, kissing his lips. "You're the most beautiful star shining tonight and I can't believe I get to have you here with me."

He pours some of the oil onto his and and reached down between Yuan's legs. He kisses the pretty boy's chest and teases his entrance. "If you could have a wish, my dearheart, what would it be? How can I make you happy?"

~~~

Lan Wangji nods, accepting the plan easy enough. He gets up from the table, husband in hand and carries him over to their bed. With a quick reminder to use a silent spell, he proceeds to help Wuxian forget about any problems with their nephew until the next morning.

As much as Yuan delighted in Jin Ling's mouth on his dick, he's more than happy to curl his arms around his shoulders again and kiss him, blush colouring his cheeks at those words.

There's another soft sigh of pleasure at the slick fingers against his ass, but the question makes his breath catch again. He considers it for a moment, fingers trailing through Jin Ling's hair.

"Just you, A-Ling, I'd only wish for you." he murmurs. He bites his lip for a moment, contemplating the risk of being more obvious, of potentially ruining the moment, but then he finds himself saying the words in his heart anyway "If I could stay by your side, that would make me happy."

His smile grows. He had really hoped Yuan would say that! The little bite on his lip was cute too, since he knows it's nerves and it's so unnecessary. He moves his hand back just a bit so he can keep all of Yuan's focus on his words for the moment.

Not even twenty minutes ago he'd had mad anxiety over sharing what he was feeling, but here in Yuan's presence he feels so confident- so sure. He knows and trusts the emotion. He may have been wrong to believe before, but this is different, he's certain.

"Stay with me, A-Yuan. Don't ever go back to that life. Stay and be mine."

"Wh-What?" Yuan gasps, staring at him with wide eyes. Is he dreaming? Is this real? He feels like he actually did just make a wish and somehow, against all odds, it's coming true right in front of him. He'd belong to Jin Ling in a heartbeat.

"I- A-Ling, really? Do you mean it? I- I would love to, please, more than anything."

It's impossible, but somehow it's actually happening; this beautiful, perfect man actually wants him, Wen Y-

Ah

His face falls.

"...but I can't..."

He grins and nods, loving the surprise and that cute gasp. He needs to surprise people with good things more often. This was fun!

He leans in to kiss A-Yuan and.. wait, why was he frowning?

"What? Why not?" He asks. "I'll pay off your debt. Whatever. It's nothing. Whatever the problem, we'll deal with it. A-Yuan, I have to have you." Like.. right now! Now turn that smile upside down and get those legs.. okay fine, they clearly needed to talk about this some more.

"What are you worried about?"

And oh but his heart breaks when Jin Ling offers to pay off his debt like it's nothing - he's so determined, so perfectly kind and caring and Yuan wishes the debt were the only problem.

There's a tiny, horrible part of him that wants to just say yes, that's what the problem was, and Jin Ling will take care of it and Yuan can forget all about the real problem because what does it matter, it's not like being a Wen ever did him any favours anyway.

But he can't do that. He can't. He remembers so little of his childhood, his family, but there was so much warmth and love in those tiny scraps of memory that abandoning the only connection he has to them feels like the worst kind of betrayal - especially knowing that they're all dead.

"A-Ling..." he says softly, savouring the word as if it might be the last time he gets to say it "I know you know my family name isn't really Zheng, but I never told you what it was... I don't really tell anyone, if I can help it, because I know how they'll react, and I don't... I don't know if you'd feel the same if you knew..."

He takes a breath, knowing that he's about to destroy everything, maybe for both of them.

"It's Wen."

It might have been better if Yuan had jerked his knee up and kicked in his very exposed genitals. There were so many different things he could forgive easily in that moment and brushed off with a gallant kiss. Why couldn't this have been one of those? Instead, he has to learn that the person he's sleeping with, the person he just gave his heart to whether he'd announced it yet or not, was part of the family who had physically put their fist through his father's chest. What an absolute wretched son he was to do that to his father's memory! He'd slept with a Wen in his father's bed! He'd brought a Wen to his uncle's wedding!

He pales and sits up as his mind reels. He can't fully grasp the level of his betrayal. Except.. except, Wen Ning, he'd learned in the end, hadn't been in control of himself, right? Wei Wuxian had debunked that whole thing. He'd proven with his uncle in the temple that all of that had ended up not being on the Wen's head at all. But.. they were still the clan who had murdered a whole bunch of people and brought chaos. "Who was your father?" He asks, barely able to breathe. "Are you a child of Wen Ruohan?"

Yuan shifts, sitting up as well so he can wrap his arms almost protectively around himself and watch Jin Ling for his reaction. He looks as horrified as Yuan thought he would, and truthfully he can't blame him one bit. He knows how the Jin clan feel about the Wens, has learned enough growing up to understand that they'd almost single-handedly wiped the Wen clan off the face of the earth - except for him.

(And maybe the ghost general? Whoever he was. Rumours were...somewhat unclear, and it isn't like Yuan has ever met him, anyway)

"I...I don't know," he whispers, shaking his head "I think my parents died when I was little, I don't... I had a bad fever, as a child, I was found by a family just outside of Yiling and they nursed me back to health but all my memories from before that are just flashes, barely anything..."

He wishes he could say no, it seems important to say no, but he has no idea who his parents are.

He really wants to throw something like he did when he was younger. People used to criticize his temperament but they never understood how satisfying it was to take an object and just smash it to smithereens. Personally, he'd always found it very therapeutic, but it wasn't considered 'appropriate behavior' so he had to stop doing it... in public. Magically hidden treasure vaults were fun!

Ling scowls suddenly, shaking his head. "Why would you tell me this? What difference does it make then? Are you trying to tell me because of my family and the Wens you can't be with me?" Call him a spoiled brat, but since when did a prostitute get to tell a sect leader he wasn't allowed to keep him! That wasn't fair!

"I...I'm telling you because if I didn't I would feel like I was lying, I'm telling you because you deserve to know," he says softly, as calmly as he can manage when he wants to cry, wants to beg and plead for Jin Ling to be okay with it, to let him stay.

"I want to be with you more than anything, I meant that, I mean that, but I didn't know if you'd still want me, if you knew the truth..."

He wonders if he should be more hesitant about it himself, if Jin Ling's family history should mean something to him, knowing that they were, in many ways, the reason he was an orphan, the reason his life had been the way it was - but whatever the Jin clan did or didn't do, none of it was the fault of the boy who'd stolen Yuan's heart. As long as Jin Ling still wanted him, it didn't matter who his family were. Yuan hadn't fallen for him because he was rich or influential or a Jin, Yuan had fallen for him because he was perfect, sweet, kind A-Ling, none of the rest of it mattered.

"So you tell me, the leader of the Jin Clan, that you're part of the Wen clan, knowing all the shit and pain and history between our families, knowing what that means between us and how much of a risk that puts you in.." He's started this off so strong and forceful, but suddenly the tone shifts. "... so you aren't hiding anything that will come out later and make me feel like you were trying to deceive me? Telling me the truth was that important to you that you just risked telling me, you're a Wen to be with me?"

...

He dives back in catching Yuan in another fierce kiss, pressing him right back down to the bed. "Get your legs open, my love," he begs against Yuan's lips.

When the response begins, Yuan almost holds his breath. He wonders if this is it, if this is what's going to get him killed, or if he'll just be sent back to the Golden Hare with the knowledge that he ruined the best thing that ever happened to him in just a few short moments.

Then the tone shifts all of a sudden and he's on the back foot with no idea what's going on because that almost sounds... positive?

He yelps when Jin Ling suddenly dives for him, too confused to tell what's happening until suddenly there are lips on his and he's falling backwards and there are lips on his because Jin Ling is kissing him, oh gods he's kissing him again and it's like the first gulp of air after he's been drowning because he hasn't ruined everything after all.

"A-Ling," he moans - desperate, hopeful, grateful - and lets his legs part eagerly, flinging his arms around Jin Ling's neck and kissing him with all the love and passion and relief he can pour into it.

Ling's hand had been slick with oil through this whole conversation. As emotional as it had been, minutes-wise it hadn't actually been that long. So he doesn't waste time from the moment he starts kissing A-Yuan again to pressing a finger inside him.

It is entirely possible the motivation for sex had inspired his forgiveness more than he would like to admit. He needs to feel Yuan's legs around his waist and the sweet, tight, heat only the other young man's body could give him. "I need you, bae!" He groans. "I need you and I'm never letting you go! You're not going back there and I don't care what I have to do to keep you."

"A-Ling," he repeats, overwhelmed by the words, the press of Jin Ling's finger inside of him a delightfully filthy counterpoint to the sentiment of it all - just enough to keep him smiling rather than crying happy tears (just).

He runs a hand through Jin Ling's hair and looks at him with clear adoration in his eyes - to have gone from being so scared and uncertain to feeling such warmth and safety and love has almost left him dizzy.

"Please. I never want to leave you, my A-ling, my love, I want to be by your side forever. I'm yours."

Later on when he thinks about this, he likely will get teary eyed. Yuan will be one of very few people he loved who hadn't ever deceived him. He couldn't even claim that for Wei Wuxian, even if he understood now why there had been a need at the time. His friends Jingyi and Zizhen haven't ever lied to him like that, but he doubt they've ever had a reason to. Their meddle has never been tested in that particular way with him. The only one left who had had the opportunity, had the means, and chose to be honest his whole life had been Jiang Cheng. And now Yuan. It blew his mind!

He moves the finger inside Yuan, wanting this precious moment but also desperately wanting the carnal part. "You're mine," he repeats with an almost feral grin. He slips in another finger at that. He was really bad at patience! "My A-Yuan! My Wen Yuan!" Yes, the name tasted a little bitter, but at the same time, it was whole his love was and that made it feel even more special. He knew something about this man no one else did. It was scary how much trust Yuan had placed in his hands.

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