lastjinstanding | Brothel meme continued

Yuan is so giddy with want and love that the lack of patience doesn't bother him at all, the stretch is even a little grounding - which he sort of needs considering he feels like he's about to float away at the next words out of Jin Ling's mouth. It feels like his heart stops in the best way because that was his name on his lover's lips, a name he never thought he'd hear in any tone other than utter disgust.

He drags Jin Ling down for another passionate kiss, doesn't let him break away until they're both breathless and he's feeling that same impatience because he doesn't even care anymore, he's handled much worse and now he knows he never, ever has to again he's almost overwhelmed with desire.

"Fuck me, A-Ling, please, I need you."

A-Yuan didn't have to ask twice. Jin Ling tries his best to still keep his hips slow, but his fingers were out and his cock was pushing past Yuan's ring in record time. If someone else knew how desperate he was for the man underneath him, he might have felt embarrassment but between the two of them, he doesn't care. He had fallen in love as pure and as unexpected as that was. His friends had seen it and Wei Wuxian had called him out on it. Who was he to deny it now?

When he feels himself bottoming out, he pauses to give them both a chance to catch their breathe. He groans and drops his head forward. "A-Yuan you feel so fucking good!"

Yuan breathes out, letting himself relax into it and keeping his eyes on Jin Ling's face - it's a little painful, yes, but he can't bring himself to care, and Jin Ling stopping gives him time to adjust and let his body get used to it, which is a reprieve he doesn't often get in such circumstances.

And he thinks, once again, delighted and giddy, that he's never going to have to deal with that again. Jin Ling wants to keep him, wants to take him away and make Yuan his and he's never been so happy in his life.

"And you can feel it whenever you want from now on," he breathes out with a smile "I'll always be there for you."

He covers Yuan's mouth in a hungry, open mouthed kiss. His tongue delving in to claim not only his pet's ass but his throat and tongue as well. He keeps his hips still as long as he can but soon he's sliding back only to thrust in deep. The pace is slow and shallow at first, he tries to listen to the other's body. However, he when he breaks the kiss again, he's lost all restraint.

"A-Yuan!" He moans, snapping his hips into Yuan's heat. The tightness of his walls guided him as he adjusts to find the other boy's pleasure again. His hand wrapped around Yuan's cock as he pumped into him, moving his hand in time with his hips.

Yuan kisses him back just as hungrily, his hands sliding down Jin Ling's back and a soft moan escaping as the other man starts to thrust into him. The slowness is delicious, at first, but he's just as ready as Jin Ling to pick it up - there's an urgency to both of them, a desperation borne of passion.

"A-Ling," he responds, his tone just as heated and wanting, his own hips pushing up to meet those thrusts. Jin Ling manages to find the right angle at almost the same moment his hand wraps around his cock and Yuan moans even louder, the next drag of fingers up his lover's back accompanied by nails.

Ling gasps as he feels that sting again on his back. His lips curl into a masochistic grin. He leans down and nips at Yuan’s soft skin along his shoulder. He sees the mark he left last night and settles in to make a second one. “My A-Yuan.. no one else’s..”

As their love making continues and their voices mingle to get somewhat higher, a certain guard steps out of his room. He moves closer and presses his ear to the door. Things were getting good! Now if only he could a hold on either or both boys alone. He smirks picturing Jin Ling crying for help, naked and … he almost checks the door before convincing himself to return to his room.

"Yes," Yuan gasps "only yours."

Gods he loves that thought.

Oblivious to their audience, he lets himself be carried away by the sensations and the certain knowledge that he never has to let go of this, this isn't some fleeting dream anymore, this is his new reality and he wants to surround himself with it completely.

It does make him even more determined to be perfect for Jin Ling, to make a good impression, but he doesn't need to think about that right now, right now there's nothing in the world except the two of them.

It isn't long before his pleasure is building again, pushing him towards the edge.

"A-Ling," he moans "Harder..please...I'm almost..."

Back in his room Xiaowen remembers the times he's had Yuan as he strokes himself. He grins wickedly thinking about the countless times he's played up the routine of taking his sect leader by force in some brutal way by doing it to the one he can still hear pleading to be dicked harder in the other room. The boy was such a slut. It didn't surprise him Jin-zongzhu wasn't pleasing him enough. Rulan was still barely more than a boy himself. Unfortunately with each passing month, the Jin leader was getting more shrewd and harder to control. He was going to need to act soon if he wanted to get at Rulan and then he would take Yuan back where he belonged- or was there a way to get them both?

Blissfully ignorant of the malice so close to them, Ling's movement was quick and merciless as he chased their pleasure. His moans were breaking into cries. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was thankfully aware this wasn't his own hall, so he wasn't letting his vocals go wild but he wasn't quiet either.

As he feels A-Yuan's body tightening and his pleas becoming more frantic, he realizes what's about to happen. He swoops down to cover his lover's mouth with his own before he can scream his release. As he does so, even if he beats Yuan to it, he feels his body shudder. The act of having to hide their orgasm in a crowded hall somehow hot and kinky enough to send him spiraling over the edge like a canon.

The sudden press of lips against his combined with the feel of his lover coming inside him is enough to take him over, his cries muffled against Jin Ling's mouth and his body jerking against him, nails digging into his back again.

It's somehow even more intense an orgasm than the last one Jin Ling brought him too, though maybe that's the added joy of the situation, all he knows is he's seeing stars and he doesn't think he's ever felt so good.

As the aftershocks fade he falls back against the bed, his grip loosening from around Jin Ling's shoulders, and the smile on his face can only be described as dazed.

Since meeting Wen Yuan, Jin Ling has witnessed some moments of beauty that were on such profound and life altering levels he knew they would never be forgotten for as long as there was breath in his lungs and a beat in his heart. This is another one. The sex and even his own orgasm is wildly incredible but the look on Yuan's face..

Ling kisses his love's smile, his forehead, his nose, and cheeks. "I love you, A-Yuan" he says, barely audible in between heavy pants and lips against skin. They are here for a wedding and yet it feels like he's the one swearing his heart away. In the moment, he's unafraid.

It takes awhile before he can find the will to carefully move and drop exhausted next to Yuan.

Oh

For a moment, Yuan thinks he's imagined it, but the certainty settles over him like a comforting weight and he smiles, almost laughs in fact - he's still a little too dazed to do much but let Jin Ling kiss him all over, kissing back whenever any part of the younger man comes close to his lips, but he does manage to breathe out a giddy reply.

"I love you too, A-Ling."

When Jin Ling drops to his side, he curls into him comfortably, already feeling the sleepiness steal over him despite how much of the day he already slept for.

"I'm so happy." he murmurs softly, draping an arm over Jin Ling.

"Me too. Good night, bae." He uses his feet in a far less showing off manner to get the blankets over them. He's asleep before the fabric is settled completely straight over them. Oh well, he tried.

~~~

Wei Wuxian is greeted by a loud pounding on his door and a gruff 'open up' from his brother. Inside the room, Wangji is no where to be seen, but that's not unusual. He likes the sunrise and has long given up on expecting to share it most days with his husband. Some might see this in a bittersweet since, but the quiet Lan Jade genuinely doesn't mind the peaceful routine being his own to enjoy.

This.. was definitely not peaceful.

"Wuxian! Throw something on and get up! We need to talk!"

Yuan smiles softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Jin Ling's forehead and tucking the blankets around them more firmly before letting himself drift off with a contented sigh.

~~~

"Jiang Cheeeeeng," Wuxian whines, stuffing his head under the blankets with a grumble. He sighs, though, after a moment, and pushes them aside - he doesn't get out of the bed until he's sure that Jiang Cheng is still yelling outside his door and not in the room, since he's not wearing anything right now.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming." he mutters, throwing on some robes and shoving his hair into a messy ponytail - he can neaten it all up later. He did need to talk to Jiang Cheng at some point anyway, and while he didn't intend to throw any accusations his way, if he can try and figure out what's going on with him and Jin Ling, so much the better.

"What is it?" he asks as he opens the door.

The imposing man in dark purple has a stern look on his face and in one hand, he's clutching a cream colored doupeng with a white embroidered peony on it. He brushes past his brother, not waiting to be invited into the room and shuts the door himself.

"What's the meaning of this?" He demands. As he unfolds the cloth, on the underside in very faint marks is one of Wei Wuxian's wards. It's not the 'officially' approved kind either, but something the Yiling Patriarch had created once upon a time. Of course, it's a ward of protection, not a curse, but someone who doesn't know anything about talismans and the type of cultivation tricks Wuxian was known for wouldn't really know that.

Wei Wuxian turns, wondering why he has a doupeng that very clearly belongs to the Jin clan, and what he's doing bringing it to his room, though he doesn't have to wonder for long.

The demand is confusing for a moment too, until he sees the marks on the fabric. He reaches out to grab it and get a closer look, frowning.

"...Somebody in the Jin clan is using wards I invented?" he hazards, looking up at his brother "These are perfectly harmless talismans, you know, you don't have to go getting all grumpy about them." he pouts - yes, okay, some of his tricks are unorthodox, but his wards and talismans aren't that different from normal cultivation, and they're not the kind that present any risk to the person using them.

His fist clenches and just about the only reason the older brother isn't getting boxed in the ears is because they aren't actually still twelve years old and Wanyin remembers on some level the other is weak. Still, if looks alone could wound...

"Not somebody, our nephew. Why is our nephew using your bastard magic? Have you been teaching him this stuff behind my back?" He nearly growls. "And why is he giving his whole army warded doupengs? How much energy does that require? According to Jin Yatsen, half suffered injuries on the way here. Did Jin Ling tell you any of this?" He honestly doesn't know how much spiritual energy it takes to put that many wards on objects as he doesn't use wards and talismans. They were too similar to what Wuxian used.

Jin Ling. Jin Ling was using his wards? He almost grins - except Jiang Cheng is still glaring at him and he does have some sense of self-preservation, however slight, so he reigns it in.

(Still, Jin Ling using his wards!)

"I haven't taught him anything," he holds his hands up defensively, mind already scrambling for some kind of explanation, because the only time Jin Ling's ever come to him about anything it was yesterday, and that definitely hadn't been about wards. Then it hits him.

"Jin Guangyao!" he says suddenly "He had a lot of my old books, remember? That's how Mo Xuanyu found- anyway. Jin Ling must have found them. I'm sure I wrote this one down."

That doesn't answer the other question, though, about why Jin Ling would expend so much energy creating his whole army warded doupengs (and, damn, their nephew had a strong core if he managed that much warding in one go).

"He didn't even mention any of this yesterday."

...he probably shouldn't have said that...

Jiang Cheng's eyes widen in horror. The only person worse for Jin Ling to be taking after besides Wei Wuxian was Jin Guangyao!

"What happened yesterday?" He asks.

As he does, he hears one of his disciples calling in the hall for him. He holds up a hand for Wuxian to wait and opens the door. "What?"

"Jiang-zongzhu, my apologies for interrupting, Ouyang-zongzhu and Yao-zongzhu are distressed over two of our disciples mixing up their requests."

The groom rolls his eyes. "Idiots. Ouyang-zongzhu is allowed to take advantage of my generosity till I marry his niece tomorrow, not Yao-zongzhu, that opportunistic shrew! Don't.. repeat that. Just tell them I'll be there in a minute." He huffs as the disciple runs. "Alright, speak, and make it quick. I don't have much time to mess with my nephew's nonsense today."

His nephew's nonsense, was it?

"Look, whatever's going on between you two I don't know. He came to me for some advice on a personal matter yesterday, is all, and Lan Zhan pointed out it was strange that he didn't go to you." Even though Wuxian had his own ideas about why that was, he can at least admit it is still strange.

"He's clearly got a lot on his plate right now, I don't know the extent of it, but whatever falling out you had, you should probably figure it out."

Well that stops Wanyin in his tracks. All of the other chaos of planning his wedding and the demands of about a billion guests in his house fade. He turns and looks at We Wuxian with a look of utter confusion and real hurt.

"What? I haven't.." He begins before glancing toward the door again, vaguely toward the room he's set aside for Jin Ling and his guest. They were the best guest rooms he had. Was that why his nephew so rarely visited or wrote to him or invited him to visit? He thinks through all the interactions he's had since the temple and can't think of anything he's done to cause a rift.

His expression hardens again, like it always did when he was uncomfortable. "I'll handle it. See you at lunch." His gaze drops a bit to what Wuxian was wearing. "Try to be presentable for once."

Well, that's unexpected, he honestly thought Jiang Cheng would have at least some kind of idea of why Jin Ling had been distant (and, secondarily, why he might bring a prostitute to his wedding), but he looks almost like Wei Wuxian just pulled a rug out from under his feet.

Still, he says he'll deal with it, so that should get them talking at least. He still intends to talk to Jin Ling about this too, so surely they can get this sorted out before the end of the week, right? It's not like they're really good at making family drama into more of a problem than it needs to be or anything..

Fuck.

Oh well, it's out there now.

"Just for that I'm showing up to lunch dressed exactly like this," he lies cheerfully, shoving his brother towards the door "go on."

The morning was just as wonderful as falling asleep had been. Jin Ling wakes Yuan to make love to him again. He's a little more aware of people in the other rooms this time though and keeps both of their vocals quiet with kisses. He helps afterward to get them both cleaned up and dressed properly in fresh robes. After the late night and the private morning, they're almost late to lunch.

It's the first time they walk in together to face his family and the other guests, so Jin Ling gave his beau as many words of encouragement as he can beforehand. The first seat to Jiang Cheng's right- the most honored seat- goes properly today to the Chief Cultivator and .. spouse. However, the very next one, which is still highly honored has been reserved for Jin Ling and his guest.

After bowing properly to everyone, including the host, Jin Ling sits down and gives Yuan a reassuring smile. He knows they're at a prominent table putting them on display, but his date is beautiful and elegant. He has faith Yuan is able to handle these people. His gaze moves around the room to his uncles and the other leaders, nodding again a slightly unusually pleasant greeting- settling last on Wei Wuxian, who even gets a small, subtly grateful smile.

A servant hurries forward and pours the sect leader a cup of tea before moving to Yuan. As Jin Ling picks it up and lifts it to his lips, he freezes. No! Not here! Not on the day before his uncle's wedding! He inwardly panics and glances toward his uncle, knowing what damage this was going to do. Briefly he shuts his eyes, but pushes himself to act anyway. His hand quickly moves to touch Yuan's arm lightly, getting his attention. The servant startles and looks at Ling confused.

"This tea is stale. Remove it from our table at once!" He says in the most haughty, no-arguments tone. He snaps his fingers over his shoulder. "Liling, bring a fresh pot and leaves."

Jiang Cheng gapes at his nephew. Of all things for the little shit to say, that was the very first? "Ling! You dare try and embarrass me on the day before my wedding?"

Jin Ling refuses to even flinch at the tone. He stays unmoved even as the others around him begin muttering that he's 'arrogant' and 'spoiled' and 'just like he was when he was a child' and the one that gets just the slightest tightening in his jaw 'just like his dad'. Please Jiujiu forgive me! He returns his uncle's gaze and states with almost a faint sneer. "You'd dare serve my guest and I poor quality tea in your house?"

Wanyin is on his feet in a second, barely holding back his sudden rage. He stalks over to Jin Ling, who somehow must have taken a lesson from Wangji, because he doesn't move a muscle. "How dare you speak to me that way! Have you now shame? Have I not raised you and cared for you like you were my son? This is the respect I've earned? There is nothing wrong with this tea!" He picks up the cup of tea and moves to taste it.

"No!" Jin Ling cries leaping to his feet in a flash and slaps the cup from his uncle's hand. The liquid sprays disgracefully on part of the groom's robes and the cup shatters on the ground. However, before it even reaches there, a hand print is blossoming on Jin Ling's face. Wanyin stares in disbelief and looks from his nephew to his hand stinging from how hard he just struck the younger man.

Jin Ling usually cowers or blocks with his hands or some other childish reaction when he used to make a motion like that. Instead, this time, he hadn't even flinched- like he knew it was coming- like.. a full grown man would've.

Sex had never been something Yuan considered relaxing, he'd seen the way his clients left with contented smiles and less tension, but he'd never experienced that himself - until Jin Ling. Making love to Jin Ling made everything seem alright.

Which is why he feels so serene when they enter the hall for lunch, despite knowing this was very much a make or break moment for him. He had to make a good impression for Jin Ling's sake now more than ever. He went over his etiquette silently in his head, determined to do everything right - and every time his faith in himself wavered, he just needed to look to Jin Ling. He can do this, he has to.

So when it's Jin Ling himself who makes the first misstep, Yuan is just as shocked as everyone else.

The tea is stale? That doesn't make any sense, why would Jin Ling make a fuss about such a thing? The man who takes such diligent care of him, the man who is so determined to save him from his life, he would never...

Unless there's more to it than that. He remembers the rumour he heard before they left, that Jin Ling had made a fuss about stale tea back at Carp Tower, as well...

He bites his lip, reaching for his own cup as the argument starts, taking a careful sniff - and very pointedly not taking a sip.
There is something slightly off about it, something he can't quite place his finger on. It's not a scent he recognises, but he puts the pieces together and gasps, horrified.

Could it really be...

Before he can say anything, the slap echoes and his head jerks up in surprise, the cup tumbling from his own fingers and spilling across the table as he pushes himself to his feet.

He can't do anything, though, he has no weapon, no way of defending Jin Ling, and he honestly has no idea if it will make this worse to challenge sect leader Jiang in his own home, it would likely draw attention upon him that would be a very bad idea.

Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, can get away with a whole lot more (or, more accurately, gives way less of a fuck), so he raises his voice to get their attention.

"Now, now, why don't we get to the bottom of this, we'll find out who's in the wrong, they can apologise and we can get back to celebrating, hmm?" He looks around "where's that pot of tea? Lan Zhan, you know tea, you can taste it and decide if it's stale." He grins.

While everyone else is staring at the drama unfolding over Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling, Lan Zhan notices Yuan's actions. His eyes narrow a bit at the look on Yuan's face when he sniffs the tea. However, even he can't keep his focus completely on the the suspicious boy though when he hears Jin Ling get slapped. He doesn't stare intently like the majority in the room though. Instead, he keeps paying attention to everything else in the room as well.

When his husband cuts in, his silently proud of him. People underestimate Wei Wuxian and were always surprised later. At his suggestion, Lan Zhan could've smirked, but instead holds out his hand without a word for the tea.

Jin Ling's face hurt. It feels like he'd been hit with a rock instead of the backside of his uncle's hand. Even that isn't a comparison to how his heart is breaking. He knows his uncle would never mean to hurt him and that this wasn't really his fault, but his jiujiu just hit him. He tastes blood from how hard the inside of his cheek hit against his teeth. And he really has no idea what to do now to save face. If he just sits back down he will look so weak to allow another sect leader to hit him without demanding an apology. If he demands an apology from his uncle after how he just acted..

Fortunately(-ish) Wei Wuxian intervenes. Although just like last night, he does so in the least helpful way possible! A servant moves to take the teapot from the table and jumps back when Jin Ling's hand touches the hilt of his sword and he barks. "Don't touch that!"

Jiang Cheng grabs his nephew's wrist away from his sword. "What's gotten into you? Have you no respect for either of your uncles?"

"The tea is poisoned." Wangji's voice cuts in.

Yuan looks a little horrified at the suggestion that the chief cultivator taste the tea - he doesn't want to blurt out his suspicions in case he's wrong, but he also doesn't want to risk the possibility that Lan Wangji may drink poison that was meant for Jin Ling - and, he realises with a dizzying wave of fear, for him, too. He doubts he would have been anything more than collateral damage, but the idea that he might have drunk it if Jin Ling hadn't stopped him makes him feel a little unsteady on his feet.

Jin Ling steps in instead, which makes him even more certain that the problem is far, far more serious than the tea simply being stale - why else would he be so determined that nobody drink it. He's about to throw caution to the winds and say something when Lan Wangji speaks up and he has to stop himself breathing a sigh of relief. It wouldn't have meant much coming from him, but from the chief cultivator? People will have to pay attention - and they do, a gasp ripples around the room at those words.

"That does seem to be the obvious conclusion, doesn't it?" Wei Wuxian says smugly "Jin-zongzhu, if we promise nobody will drink it, would you allow his excellency to inspect the tea?"

Look he's being properly polite and everything.

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