lastjinstanding | Brothel meme continued

Jiang Cheng, for the life of him, doesn't know how this happened. He has been jilted today and yet here he is in the Sword's Hall, laughing his ass off over the unexpected shamelessness of someone he hadn't even realized was a friend. His blush was a little darker but he could blame that on the wine easily enough or just the wonderful audacity of Huaisang's comment. If he'd been completely sober, the remark might have made him angry for anyone to be so vulgar but a drank Wanyin is highly amused.

"That is a delightfully lewd experience!" He agrees, not knowing what possesses him to say that. He remembers the sadly few times he's gotten the chance.. but his ex-fiancé just might be one of them. *Ahem*. There might be a reason he'd agreed to marry her. Unfortunately a spirited night didn't really make up for some of her other faults.. (like not being able to deal with his stupid family's drama).

As he's remembering her though, he can't help but imagine someone much more beautiful and present up against the wall in her place. His eyes slip down a slender body that he bets under all those robes would easily be lifted. If only Huaisang could be convinced to forgo wearing trousers the next few days.

~~~

Lan Zhan frowns a little, unsure exactly what kind of reaction he was getting. He reaches out and gently puts his hand over one of Yuan's. "Only if you want it too. Allow us some time to get to know us?"

Huaisang grins delightedly at being able to make Jiang Cheng laugh like that, flicking his fan open and fanning himself shamelessly as he gives a wistful sigh.

"Ah, it is," he says, amusement sparkling in his eyes "but it's been such a long time since there's been anyone willing to pin me to anything."

Huaisang could very much be convinced to forego wearing trousers beneath his robes. Huaisang could be convinced to forego wearing just about anything Jiang Cheng wanted him to, all the other man had to do was ask.

Not that Huaisang would ever expect him to ask.

~~~

Yuan bites his lip nervously and then looks up.

"I'm... sad, about leaving Jin Ling, and I wish I didn't have to be away from him... but I've wished for family for such a long time, it would be foolish of me to reject what I'm being offered. I'm... I'm scared, though, that I won't turn out to be what you hope... that my past will be a problem, that... that it will have been too long..."

"There had had been a while for me as well," he admits with a touch of sympathy, though his grin doesn't fade too much. He is still much too amused by what they've been talking about to let it fall away too fast. He gives Huaisang a furtive smirk and leans in a little, like there was someone to hide a secret from in a room full of.. no one? Whatever, he's drunk. "Is it not one of the whole reason to put up with the headache of a wedding after all? If you're lucky they'll give it a little early too."

What was that about protecting his ex-fiancé's honor?

He sits back and laughs. "A-Sang, do not worry, my dear. You're far too pretty to have to wait for long before someone will be happy to sit you on their rod in whatever fashion you wish." He could picture a few ways that would be particularly nice, like having the other man riding him. He shakes his head, trying to get the dastard thoughts from his mind.

~~~

Lan Zhan listens as Yuan speaks. There's some mild satisfaction in knowing he'd predicted the problem. "Being sad about one thing doesn't mean you can't be happy about another. You can be both without being disloyal to either. There's pain and fear in the new. You don't know us. We haven't built your trust yet. The only thing you know is that we both left you, for whatever reason, to this life you've led. I cannot say anything yet that will guarantee something I've yet to earn."

He turns and picks up the basket and hands it to Yuan. "Take some comfort in knowing the person who you do trust, trusts us or he never would've let you come with us."

It is frankly unfair for Jiang Cheng to sit there so innocently while talking absolute filth and calling him A-Sang, it's doing funny things to his insides and he thinks he's going to have to have some personal time before he can get to sleep tonight.

He snickers slightly at the comment about giving it a little early, quietly filing away that knowledge - of course he doesn't intend to use it, not against Jiang Cheng, but it's still nice to know.

"Such language, A-Cheng," he scolds playfully, fanning himself as though scandalised by those words (rather than incredibly turned on by them) - and of course, if Jiang Cheng was going to start being so familiar, he can return the favour.

"...do you really think I'm pretty?" he asks archly, peering over his fan.

~~~

Yuan frowns a little - it seems strange, to him, the idea that they might have to earn his trust, that they might expect for him to be anything other than grateful for all they're offering him.

Before he can decide how to respond, Hanguang Jun is passing him a familiar basket. He frowns slightly, looking through the things inside. His things - the things that Jin Ling gave him. He brushes his hand over the expensive silk robes and feels the tears well.

They don't start falling, however, until his fingers close around the comb - the comb he wanted to take with him, back to the Golden Hare, something he could use to remember Jin Ling by. He was right, it seems, but wrong about where he'd be taking it.

If Wanyin was in his right mind at all he'd be horrified at his forwardness. However, right now, it's a ton of fun, especially seeing the cute way Huaisang reacts to it. It was absolutely terrible, but it encourages him in a way it really shouldn't.

At the question, he winks. "If you doubt my word, toss your trousers and climb in my lap to find out just how pretty I find you." He even has the nerve to push back a bit from the table, though even in this state he never expects to be taken up on the offer. That would be absurd! "Otherwise, you might just have to take my word for it, A-Sang."

~~~

Lan Zhan moves to sit on the bedroll beside him and offers, though doesn't push, if he wants an embrace. He's quiet for a long time, just letting Yuan feel his emotions however he needs to. Eventually though, he decides it's time to redirect the boy's focus.

"You have an uncle, my brother, Lan Xichen, and a great uncle, Lan Qiren. My brother is the sect leader of the Lan Clan though I've been serving in his place for he last couple years. He's been in seclusion having lost someone he loved. Besides those two, myself, and my husband, you may have one other relative alive though I don't know for certain. He's a Wen. Wen Ning. Wei Wuxian will be able to tell you more about him." With luck, he might be able to call the wandering Ghost General back to Cloud Recesses to meet their lost boy.

Huaisang feels a thrill run through his body at those words, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined some iteration of them on more than one occasion, he can hardly believe it's actually happening. Jiang Cheng recently broke off his engagement and he is drunk, Huaisang's drunk, but by the gods he is not a good enough man to resist the temptation being laid out before him however much he probably ought to.

He tilts his head curiously, eyeing Jiang Cheng over his fan for a moment as he decides the best way to handle this - continue the flirtation? Make sure he's serious?

No. To hell with it. He closes the fan with a decisive snap and stands, drawing aside the skirts of his robes so he can slide the silk trousers from beneath them - slow and seductive, the fall of fabric only allowing Jiang Cheng teasing glimpses of skin.

He watches the other sect leader as he does it, waits for him to tell him to stop, to brush it off as a joke, but to his utter delight he's allowed to continue until he is, as instructed, tossing his trousers aside and moving round the table, dropping down to straddle Jiang Cheng's lap with an arch little smile.

"How pretty do you find me, A-Cheng?"

~~~

Yuan finds himself leaning into that comforting presence without even thinking about it, holding the comb close as he cries.

Once the tears have dried, he's grateful for the change in subject, would actually like to think about the good things rather than how much his heart is broken being away from Jin Ling.

An uncle, a great-uncle, even a surviving Wen relative - it's more family than he ever thought he'd find in his whole life.

"What will you tell them?" He asks quietly "My- your brother, and your uncle, about me? About where I've been?"

Wanyin was expecting more flirtation and maybe to be delightfully scolded again. He'd enjoyed that! He never would've thought Huaisang to take it as a challenge! His jaw drops open as the man proves like he did in the temple that underneath all that ditsy exterior was someone with some balls.

His gaze is just steady enough to follow skirts being lifted and brushed provocatively aside. He takes a sharp audible breath as silk bunches down pale legs that he aches to touch. Why isn't Huaisang closer?? He runs a pink tongue along suddenly dry lips, his breath abruptly feeling more labored. His eyes follow the unbelievably sexy sight of the Nie sect leader dropping his pants.

He hardly waits for Huaisang to be fully seated before his hands are running up along smooth porcelain legs. He bunches the robes up to just above A-Sang's knees before gripping him tight. Holding the other man steady, he bucks his hips upward, firmly showing off how achingly hard the 'rod' he had been describing earlier was. He watches his face shamelessly with a smirk. "Dazzling, A-Sang. I always have."

~~~

Lan Zhan knows this is hard and his heart is breaking for his son. In a way, he hopes he does forget about Jin Ling. They were both children. He knew he loved Wei Wuxian at this age, but they both had a lot of growing up to do too.

"I have a son," Lan Zhan says, with another proud little smile. Alright fine, he'll say more than that. Sort of. "That's all they need to know. You are our son. The rest is none of their business. If they harass you tell them to talk to me." And then he won't tell them either. He draws Yuan a little closer to his side. "If it doesn't matter to me, your a-die, or Wei Ying, your baba, what you've done then who are they to judge you."

Being held in place by firm strong hands is one thing, but that thrust of his hips, being able to feel how he's affecting Jiang Cheng, it's enough to draw a gasp from Huaisang's throat, and the compliment that follows just earns Jiang Cheng a wide-eyed stare for a long moment.

Always have? Did he mean that, or is that the alcohol talking? More importantly, does Huaisang even care?

No, he decides, he does not. He grips Jiang Cheng's face between his hands and kisses him hungrily.

~~~

"Oh," Yuan says softly, overwhelmed. He turns his face so he can press it into Lan Zhan's shoulder. His father's shoulder. He doesn't quite start crying again, but he takes a shaky breath, clearly needing a minute to process it. That kind of solid love and acceptance is something that's been missing in his life for a long, long time.

"Thank you." he whispers.

The gasp rings in Wanyin's soul like a fire bell, waking up every instinct he has to this delectable treat in his lap. He doesn't even remember he had a wedding or a bride-to-be with this much much better prize dangling in front of him.

He greedily kisses back moving a hand to hold the other sect leader's back. With a sweep of his other arm behind Huaisang, Jiang Cheng sends everything on the table flying. It wasn't a wall, but they could always do that later. Hopefully being taken on the master's table in middle of the throne room would be something else Huaisang could think about later behind his fan.

He didn't bother undressing the Headshake as he shoved him down onto the table and lifted his robes without breaking their kiss. His hands went back to his silky legs sliding his hands up calves to thighs. He groans, rolling his hips again not wanting either of them to be able to think about what a bad decision this likely was.

~~~

Far down the river two Jiang clan disciples are dragging themselves out of the water. They'd been caught in an undercurrent for the last mile and for part of the way, their hands were tied. If people from Lotus Pier weren't such good swimmers, they would've drowned for sure!

Jiang Mentao shivers from the shock and cold as he urges his friend to keep moving. They had to get back to Wei Wuxian to warn him!

~~~

Lan Zhan held Yuan for a while, quietly humming to him. He doesn't know quite how long it's been but the peace is shattered by a pained groan from the center of the carriage. Jingyi was waking!

Lan Zhan quickly gives Yuan a kiss on the top of his head, the rest of his water, and pulls away so he can crouch down near the other clan member.

Being taken on the master's table in the middle of the throne room is absolutely something he will think about later, at great length, and in fact might even be better than being pinned to a wall. Maybe. Perhaps he'll get Jiang Cheng drunk again and test that theory.

Right now he's grinning delightedly against Jiang Cheng's lips as he's pushed back against that table - shoved, actually, and that has no right to be as thrilling as it is and yet - moaning into his mouth at that roll of his hips. He slides his arms around Jiang Cheng's shoulders, legs curling around his waist and pulling him in even closer and gods he wants this so badly.

~~~

Wei Wuxian himself is currently en-route back to Lotus Pier with the intention of confirming that everything seemed fine with Jin Ling and the missing Jiang disciples were nowhere to be found amongst his entourage.

(Which is his way of saying 'Jin Ling told me to mind my own business and chased me away with Fairy' - which was unnecessary, he thinks, the ungrateful little brat, he was just trying to help)

He is very surprised to stumble across those very Jiang disciples on his way back, dripping wet and obviously in some distress.

"What happened to you two?"

~~~

Yuan nods in understanding and shifts a little to give him room, sipping at the water and watching with worried eyes - Jingyi had been so kind and friendly to him, and he still feels like it's his fault he was injured in the first place.

"Is he okay?" he murmurs, biting his lip.

Jiang Cheng reaches between them and pulls Huaisang's belt loosening his robes. His hands couldn't get enough of this butterfly. His skin was so soft, unmarred by scar or callous. The color was creamy like blended almonds and milk. His delicate hands, also void of any sign of actual hard labor, were gripping at his own body with just enough eagerness to be sexy while not so much to shift into dominance.

He continued to unwrap A-Sang like a flower, peeling back silky petal after brilliant petal. He breaks their kiss finally when he can draw back and gaze down at a sinfully beautiful, nude body. Huaisang was the right blend between feminine and masculine without the overly strong features like broad shoulders or chest but slender, slightly rounder hips, a slimmer cock.

"You're perfect," he purrs like a pleased tiger.

~~~

Mentae looks as though he may faint when he realizes who has found them. The relief mixes with guilt and he almost sways on his feet.

"Wei-qianbei! I'm so sorry! I tried! We tried doing what you asked! They got suspicious of us. The next thing we knew they gagged us and tied us up. They put us in their boats until just after they left shore. They waited until we were far enough away they could see an undercurrent and threw us in the river! I'm sorry we failed you!"

It's intoxicating to be undressed like that, almost more so than the alcohol, and Huaisang thinks this is a dangerous, dangerous game he's playing, because once he's had a taste of this he isn't sure he'll ever want to let go.

The problem, more often than not, with enjoying manly men, was that if he managed to lure one into his bed they had a tendency to be a little crass, they never took their time and tended towards the rough - which was fine, sometimes, but it wasn't his preferred style. Jiang Cheng managed, even while drunk, to somehow have the perfect balance of dominance and care - he made Huaisang feel desired, yes, but he made him feel like he was something precious, too.

Call him a romantic but he liked that feeling. Even if it happened on a table in the middle of the main hall.

A pleased smile spreads across his face at the compliment, though he feels a blush heat his cheeks at the same time - beyond simple lust, how had he longed to hear someone like Jiang Cheng say such things to him?

"Flattery, A-Cheng, will get you everywhere." he murmurs seductively.

~~~

"No, no," Wei Wuxian dismisses quickly "You didn't fail me at all. I failed you. I should have realised sooner that you hadn't come back, caught the boats before they left."

Told Jiang Cheng, or one of the other disciples, told Jin Ling before he left - a dozen things he could have done differently are all running through his head at this point. None of them are useful, though, so he pushes them aside.

One thing's for sure - Jin Ling is absolutely still in danger.

"Did you hear anything, before they threw you overboard? Any of their plans or anything?"

He lifts a hand with a smirk and one of the spilled oils from their dinner floats back to his hand. It is more crude than a proper oil for this purpose and will make A-Sang smell a bit like sesame but Jiang Cheng for one, damn sure didn't care. He just didn't want to hurt the man. He tends to be impatient so he certainly didn't want to add dryness to the list of complaints. If he'd been thinking properly he would've simply used Huaisang's mouth for moisture.

He tugs on the cord around his waist and gives him a cocky grin. "I very much plan on taking advantage of that, Little Nightingale. I want to make you feel good enough to for me." He pushed back his robes, letting them fall one by one from his shoulders to a pool of fabric around his legs. When he has just his trousers, he leans down and kisses along Huaisang's stomach and up his chest.

"Lovely, lovely, A-Sang, sing to me,
or tell me where I've gone wrong.
I want you to feel high
As far as the sky,
All of your days long."

~~~

Mentao doesn't seem sure, still a little too distressed and wrapped up in what just happened to answer properly. Fortunately his friend turns out to be somewhat useful.

"Wei-qianbei, there seems to be two groups. There's one loyal to Jin Yatsen, the older guardsman and they have been following Jin-zongzhu's orders to the best of their abilities. They have said sometimes it's confusing though because their captain Jin Xiaowen will tell them different things. However there's another group loyal to the captain who follows him without question. They're plotting a mutiny on the way home as they are the large group and hope to kill him when he rests!"

Poetry, kisses, sweet endearments - Huaisang was ruined already.

"A-Cheng," he moans, "tell you where you've gone wrong? As if I could! I've never heard such sweetness. Or seen it, either," he adds, letting his gaze roam over Jiang Cheng's exposed chest, lingering on the trousers that cover the parts he most wants to see. He licks his lips hungrily and lifts his eyes back to his lover's face.

"Poetry I would give you in return, but you've robbed me of coherent thought," it's not strictly true, as evidenced by his words, but who could concentrate on poetry in such circumstances? Other than Jiang Cheng, apparently.

"I could try, though..." he smiles wickedly "what rhymes with 'fuck me'?"

~~~

"Shit." Wei Wuxian swears. They have to get moving and do something. Only... he looks at the two sodden disciples, considering the spiritual energy it must have taken them just to survive, there's no way he's putting them back in danger, and if he showed up again Jin Ling would sic Fairy on him before he had chance to explain. No, as much as he wants to turn around and go straight back to his nephew, he's going to have to do this differently.

"Right, back to Lotus Pier as quickly as we can, we'll get Jiang Cheng and whatever men are ready and get back out there, and let's all just pray we can make it in time."

What? Can't a 'manly man' also be sweet? It's almost said it's taken this much alcohol for this side of him to come out. It.. doesn't usually. Definitely not the stupid poem. Along with the forwardness, the semi-public sex, and a number of other things, that was going to go down in the 'horrifying drunk behavior' category when or if he remembers this tomorrow.

He almost pounces on Huaisang the very instant he licks his lips, but fortunately he isn't quite as bad as a horny teenager anymore. He slides his pants down and opens the jar of oil. He laughs at the jokes and dips his fingers inside.

"Not that sounds like the start of an excellent poem, my dear." He reaches between his lover's legs. He wastes no time pushing his finger in, though pausing to let him have a change to get used to it before moving some more.

"I haven't forgotten your wish to be pinned against the wall, sweet Nightingale. You give me the rest of that poem and next time you can pick the wall."

Huaisang moans at the press of Jiang Cheng's finger, already wanting more.

"I-I'll remember you said that," he manages to get out, though his voice is already starting to sound breathless and needy. Next time. Oh gods he wants there to be a next time, wants there to be a hundred times.

"Don't take it too slow, A-Cheng, I need you..."

As he's adding a second finger with that plea, he kisses along Huaisang's neck, being aware of what areas he can be freer and with less caution and what might be visible. It wouldn't do for a sect leader to walk around with hickeys!

"Are you saying you want to take me now? I don't want to hurt you." He slides his fingers in and out of the slender man curious if he's really able to take him so quickly. He was not a small man!

If Huaisang could handle his cock so fast, he just might have to marry him or at least make him his mistress immediately.

Huaisang whines, pushing back against the thrust of his fingers. He does some quick calculations and then drunkenness and wanting win out and he thinks fuck it.

"Yes," he moans "I can take it. I want you, please, fuck me."

It is going to hurt, he thinks, but there was nothing wrong with a little pain every now and again, and he's far too turned on to wait.

Jiang Cheng smirks and leans in to kiss the sensational man hungrily. This man really is more than he dreamed he'd be. His body underneath his robes, the way he gasps, his eagerness.. Huaisang is perfect.

Straightening, he takes more of the oil and slicks himself up. If he was sober, he swears he wouldn't have done this so fast! With how beautiful the other man was, spread and begging for him though, how could he resist? He was only so strong..

"A-Sang, my butterfly, spread your wings for me." He said, guiding Huaisang's thighs further apart. "Because now, A-Sang, you're mine." He lined himself up and pushed his cock into an incredibly tight ass. He eases his head in and pauses to breathe. The man's body squeezes him making him both dizzy with lust and breathless.

You're mine

He thinks he might be, actually, because how is he supposed to look at another man with this memory burned into his brain? He's had a lot to drink, yes, but he really doesn't think he's ever going to forget this. It definitely hurts, Jiang Cheng is deliciously well-endowed, but Huaisang still moans as he presses into him.

"A-Cheng," he gasps "Fuck."

It's almost funny, he thinks, how Jiang Cheng is being so poetic and well-spoken and Huaisang is reduced to nothing more than swearing, but he'd challenge anybody to be taken by this beautiful man and remain coherent.

Although, actually, he wouldn't, because he doesn't want Jiang Cheng taking anybody else but him.

Call him shallow or in denial or whatever the right phrase is, but he hadn't wanted the life of a cut sleeve. He'd watched how idiotic his brother and Lan Zhan acted and he wanted as little similarities between his life choices and theirs as possible. He wanted an uncomplicated marriage with a biological heir and if there were any more children, he'd make certain that heir would be the favorite. He wanted what was appropriate and expected.

So explain why he hadn't fought as hard as he could've to save his engagement and before that to find someone he could tolerate the idea of being married to (even with the sex), and he'd barely entered Huaisang and already had experienced more passion than all of his other experiences combined? He didn't know exactly what this meant for him, but he was pretty sure he was royally fucked.

At least he wasn't the only one, he thinks as he hears Huaisang curse and smirks. He hums his agreement and slowly pushes in further. He lifts one of A-Sang's legs and kisses along smooth, pale skin. "You feel so good, A-Sang! So tight.. so beautiful. You're much too pretty to cover these legs in trousers. Promise me you won't next time we're together." He nips lightly at a fleshy part of his calf.

As long as Jiang Cheng is fucking him, he thinks he might agree to anything, which is dangerous, but he also thinks the other man isn't likely to take advantage of that - or, more accurately, he is, but only in the fun ways that Huaisang absolutely wants him to.

"I- fuck. I promise" he agrees breathlessly, the words half a moan. The promise of next time hangs in the air and once again he hopes desperately that there is a next time. He lifts his arms above his head so he can grip the edge of the table, nails digging into the wood.

"So big, A-Cheng, feels so good..." the pain is starting to abate as his body adjusts, leaving only delicious pleasure in its wake.

At the encouragement, Wanyin eases his restraint. He bucks as lightly as he can, moaning as the pleasure rolls over him in waves matching each pump of his hips. He doesn't move quickly or roughly just yet, each time going a bit deeper than the last, until he is cursing and fully sunk into the beautiful man's body.

Leaning down, he kisses Huaisang deeply, teasing his tongue with his own. The next rocking of his hips is much, much harder than he has been doing. He's ready to take whether the other man is ready to give or not. His hands return to the other sect leader's thighs, holding them wide as he thrusts mercilessly into his ass. He cries out, eyes half hooded with lust, as he watches his lover greedy for every reaction, every praise.

Huaisang's moans match his lover's as he slowly rocks himself deeper - it's perfect, allowing him to get used to it and giving him the stimulation he's craving all at the same time, and when Jiang Cheng leans down to kiss him he's kissing back hungrily.

Just as Huaisang thinks he's ready for the pace to pick up, it does before he even says anything, and his head falls back with a silent gasp of pleasure, delighted by both the hard thrust of Jiang Cheng inside him and the fact that they're so perfectly in sync, that they want the same things.

His grip on the edge of the table tightens, holding himself steady as the other man fucks him.

"Y-Yes, oh gods, yes, fuck, just like that-" he gasps out a litany of encouragement, lifting his head again so he can make eye contact, pupils blown wide with arousal.

"Fuck! Yes! Take it! Gods, you look so good swallowing me up!" By now he's nearly lifting his hips off the table, angling them just the way he wants them. The table shakes with each powerful snap of his hip, relentlessly driving their pleasure like this realm's sect leader had been replaced by a feral beast instead of a man. Only to add to that illusion are his growls and tight, possibly bruising grip.

"A-Sang! A- Sang! Fuck! Better than I dreamed! Let me hear you!"

~~~

Jin Ling was relieved when they transitioned from boat back to horse and carriage. He'd gotten an odd vibe from his men but he knew that was because of Xiaowen's execution. He'd briefly explained what happened but also said he wasn't well and to basically leave him the hell alone.

Why Wei Wuxian decided to come bother him, he had no idea. His uncle had some nerve though after making him say goodbye to Yuan and then come after him like he gave a damn about him. All that stuff about caring about him had obviously been a load of crap. As soon as they had their son, no one had given a shit about him all over again. He didn't blame his jiujiu though. He didn't understand what happened with the wedding, but he knew it was his fault and he felt horribly guilty about it.

He'd tried meditating but that just sort of irritated him (what wasn't?) so, he finally flopped over and attempted to just sleep. He was among his guards and the traitor was gone, he was safe, right? As he closed his eyes, he sank quickly with his fingers brushing lightly against Fairy's fur.

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