lastjinstanding | Brothel meme continued

Wangji is even more aware now of how tired his sweet love is than when they began. As much as they want this, he knows which one of them has the energy and that the other needs rest. A more indulgent foreplay would be fun, but tonight isn't the night.

"You're beautiful," he murmurs softly to him. Lan Zhan keeps his husband as quiet as he can with his mouth over his lips as he slips his hand in between them and twirls his finger first around his rim. Gently, he eases in his finger and beginning the smooth, experienced pumping motion to bring the pleasure as quickly as possible and help his sweetheart relax.

"You're beautiful," he whispers back softly, sighing contentedly against his lips as he leans in for another kiss. It's followed by a soft moan as his husband starts teasing him with slick fingers, delighting in the way Lan Zhan knows exactly how to get him open and relaxed.

He buries his fingers into his husband's hair and just enjoys the sensation, just letting his lover work.

One finger turns into two, two into three with some spreading of his fingers. No pain tonight, not after everything Wuxian has been through to get home, Lan Zhan only wants to give him pleasure. By the time he's replacing fingers with a cock, he's forgotten there's another person on the far side of the room.

Kissing down his husband's throat and nipping at his shoulders (okay just a little bit of pain), he thrusts hard into the other man's tight heat. He can't quite remember why he's keeping his tone down, but at this point, his groans are being held back by that iron will he's famous for. Unfortunately as he sets a swift rocking pace, his husband was shredding that will, which.. was also something he was famous for.

There's already a few moans and pleading whines that have escaped him as he was slowly and lovingly opened up, since it's slow enough that by the time Lan Zhan finally slides into him he's a writhing pool of wanting. He groans as he finally has that beautiful cock inside him, nails digging in to his husband's shoulders.

He's always been quite vocal during sex, that's why they made such use of the silencing talismans in the first place, and as Lan Zhan starts thrusting into him he really doesn't hold back, rambling monologues about how much he loves his husband, how much he loves his husband's cock, and how good he feels, all interspersed with moans and gasps and encouragement.

Kid? What kid? All he can say is an effort, originally, had been made. Past tense.

The only thing that exists is his lover. In these moments, that's all there has ever been. When magnificent being that was his husband in this sensuous body writhes shamelessly in pleasure, Lan Zhan's one and only purpose is to worship him.. by ravaging him.

Mercifully for Yuan, Lan Zhan knew his husband was tired, so he didn't make him wait too long for his climax. Curling tightly around the smaller man, in a sea of dark and light robes and bedding, very grateful he was home and alive.

~~~

At ridiculously early o'clock, Jingyi wakes up and creeps silently over to Zizhen's bed. They're in the dormitory with a dozen sleeping disciples around them in other bunk beds. He glances around to make sure no one is awake and then slips on top of Zizhen's blanket. He quickly reaches out and covers the other boy's mouth with his hand, silencing talisman stuffed in between.

"Shh! Zizhen! It's me! Shh!"

Wuxian clings to his husband and comes with Lan Zhan's name on his lips, lost in pleasure. He slumps back against the bed with a satisfied sigh and a lazy but sincere confession of love. He's sleepy, and he makes a childish plea to Lan Zhan to clean him up so he doesn't have to move, showering him with kisses when he does so.

He drifts off, contented, and doesn't think of removing the talisman- they can do that in the morning, and at least this way Yuan doesn't have to hear him snoring.

~~~

Zizhen jerks awake at the sudden feel of someone climbing onto his bed, eyes widening in terror when a hand closes over his mouth and a muffled yelp escaping his lips - until reality asserts itself and he sees Jingyi, and then he blushes at being so scared.

He smiles against Jingyi's palm and then kisses it, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Jingyi snickers softly and moves his hand. He tosses the talisman aside and slips off the bed again. He knew he was being extremely naughty doing this but he was only wearing his silk trousers and inner robe. He wonders if this is the kind of thing Yuan wears. It felt so revealing!

His licks his lips and draws back Zizhen's blanket to slip under the covers with him. It's a pretty tight squeeze on the small bottom bunk but they were slender so it would be okay, right? He wraps his arms around the Ouyang heir's shoulders, pressing up against him. He wonders how quickly it'll take Zizhen to realize how scandalous Jingyi was being! He wished it was light enough he could see his face when he did.

"Sorry, I didn't know how to wake you quietly," he whispers.

Zizhen is similarly undressed and he feels the warmth of Jingyi up against him like a brand. He realises in a rush how few layers separate skin from skin and blushes, though he can't help but feel a thrill of excitement, too.

"It's okay," he says softly, wrapping an arm around the other boy's waist to get more comfortable.

"Good morning. How's your head?"

Squeals! He's in Zizhen's bed! He's under the covers with him! Why had he waited till they got back to Cloud Recesses before doing something like this when they had a perfectly good bedroom at Lotus Pier he could've used? Ugh, he was so dumb!

He's not sure what to do now though.. He does he get them kissing again?

He finds himself melting at the greeting, even if it's such a normal one and not anything overly sweet or special. Jingyi's just that twitterpated to think it is. "Good morning! It's uh.. it's sore, but it's fine. It's.. forget about that! Just kiss me!"

Zizhen ducks his head against Jingyi's chest to stifle his giggle - he feels overly giddy, but he thinks he can be allowed that, Jingyi is in his bed! Anyone could wake up and catch them and have so many questions and he hasn't even asked his father to speak to Jingyi's parents yet! It feels very romantic to be sneaking around like this, it's just like one of his novels.

Still, his beloved has made a request, so he's quick to lift his head again and smile shyly.

"I think I can manage that," he agrees, leaning in to press his lips against the other boy's.

Jingyi kisses him back eagerly, wiggling his body just a little closer. He discovers that with the two of them laying on their sides facing each other like this, their legs were sort of getting in the way. Hmm, how do they get around this?

Experimentally, he spreads his thighs and lets out a surprised sound when- oh! That helps!- they fit much easier that way. He also blushes as his hips are so much closer to Zizhen's. He.. kind of likes having Zizhen in between his thighs too. In fact, something.. something feels really good about it.

Zizhen is more than happy to shift around until they're pressed closer together. It's probably going to get a little embarrassing very quickly, but he can't quite bring himself to care, not when he's kissing Jingyi.

He is slightly more worldly (which is to say; he's seen some of those kinds of books), but he's still never actually done anything like this, and he's very excited to finally have some experience.

He's extremely conscious of the way his leg is trapped between Jingyi's thighs, of exactly what parts of Jingyi are touching which parts of him and his stomach flips just thinking about it.

It is similar to how it felt on Hanguang Jun's bed last night, Jingyi's ability to think rationally and make reasonable decisions short-circuited the longer he kissed Zizhen. His normally sharp mind is flooded with lust, drowning out common sense.

His hands cling to Zizhen's back and something really weird, really amazing, and getting kind of scary was happening below his waist. He hopes Zizhen knows what's happening!

Zizhen does know what's happening, and it's very much happening to him as well, and he should probably break away before this got very embarrassing but also... well... they were sort of courting, right? They wouldn't be kissing if they weren't, and even though he doesn't intend to do anything it was probably totally normal to be turned on by each other even before anything was official, because why would you only be turned on when it was appropriate?

He's a teenage boy living without the heavy restrictions of the Lan clan, he's dealt with inappropriate erections before.

Still, when he breaks away from the kiss to catch his breath, his cheeks are flushed and his smile is shy.

As Zizhen breaks the kiss, it's at that moment the spell seems to break too. Jingyi stares at him panting and slowly realizes the most inappropriate and humiliating thing! Well.. two things. His sacred and intimate part that is never supposed to be noticed, touched, looked at, or basically ~exist~ is hard and pressed against Zizhen's hip. Zizhen's sacred and intimate part that is never supposed to be noticed, touched, looked at, or basically ~exist~ is hard and pressed against his thigh.

Those things were happening! They were also in a room full of other boys who could easily start waking up and he had all sorts of naughty desires in his head like, he really wanted Zizhen to start touching him in bad places.

It's all so scary though. He's normally so brave. He doesn't know where the parts are supposed to end up and what the rules are, except the Lan rules of 'don't ever', that he's currently breaking. What if Zizhen sees any more of him and doesn't like what he sees? What if he's just not good at this or good enough?

He leans forward and presses another kiss to Zizhen's lips before bolting from the bed and the room as fast as his legs could carry him. He knows just where he can go to hide and cry and not be found.

"Hey-" Zizhen starts to say softly, seeing the panic begin to blossom in his beloved's eyes, but before he can finish speaking Jingyi is kissing him again and then bolting out of the bed like it's on fire.

"A-Yi!" Zizhen hisses, being careful to keep his voice low, sitting up abruptly and watching him flee the room. He hesitates, wondering if he should go after him again, but after a long moment of debating with himself he decides the kiss was Jingyi's way of saying he still wanted this he just needed to figure some things out.

Or maybe he just wanted to go and jerk off before they went too far, and while Zizhen kind of would like to see that, it's also a step too far even for him, so he flops back against the bed with a world-weary sigh and wonders if he could get away with taking care of his own problem in a room full of disciples.

Probably not.

At precisely five, there's a deep clamor of bells announcing the start of the day. However, Lan Zhan doesn't stir like he normally would as he doesn't hear them. He's tired from the long, emotional journey and the late night of sex, incredibly cozy around his husband, and oddly he isn't hearing any of the normal cues to tell him morning has arrived like the morning lark's call.

At least an hour late, he wakes feeling disoriented. Sitting up he looks around the room confused as to why he wasn't hearing anything. He looks down at Wuxian, but he remembers his husband's condition so he leaves him alone. Carefully, he gets up and dresses so he doesn't wake his spouse.

As he steps around the wooden curtain, he winces. The abrupt wave of sound after the eerie quiet has him putting his hands to his ears. Puzzled, he takes a few steps back toward the other side of the room. Silence again.

Oh no.

He looks at the talisman more carefully and his cheeks flush crimson! He whirls around to look at their son.

Yuan is still asleep with the pillow over his head, but at the sound of Hanguang Jun moving around he stirs, pulling his head out and blinking at the older man with sleep-mussed hair. He fights back a yawn.

"Morning." he mumbles, already laying back down - this time with his head on top of the pillow - it's not so noisy he can't sleep through it. Unlike some things.

He's not going to comment on what he heard last night - as far as he's concerned it's their business, and it isn't like he hasn't heard worse. He's a little surprised they would still do it with him in the room, but only because he thought the Lans were more prudish than that, he thinks it's perfectly understandable a couple who've been away from one another, even for just a short amount of time, might want to reunite in such a fashion.

(Wei Ying is, of course, still obliviously snoring away)

Lan Zhan stands rooted where he was utterly mortified with a hand over his mouth and a dark splash of color across his face. Wei Ying has done some things that have been humiliating but this wasn't something that could be blamed on him. Wangji had initiated things, after all. He was the one who hadn't stopped and let Wuxian make the talisman. It was Lan Zhan who had just embarrassed them in front of their son.

Still, he wasn't going to continue to do it. So mustering the shredded remains of his dignity, he bows. "Good morning, A-Yuan. If you need to rest longer, please feel welcome to it. I shall be careful not to bother you." He needed some tea for this..

Yuan mumbles something that sounds like an agreement, oblivious to the horrible embarrassment his poor father is going through - on the plus side, he doesn't seem to be traumatised, just sleepy, so that's something right?

On the other side of the screen the snoring stops as Wei Wuxian stirs and rolls over, pouting to himself when he finds the bed empty. It's not as though he isn't used to waking up alone considering his husband's sleep schedule, but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it.

"Lan Zhan?" he calls out, noticing how unexpectedly quiet it is "A-Yuan? Are you here?"

Yuan mumbles something again, burrowing deeper into his blankets, it's not that loud but of course Wei Wuxian doesn't hear it anyway.

No, clearly the only one traumatized by this whole thing was Lan Zhan. It's uncomfortable, but if the Lan leader had to choose, he would obviously select himself to endure a hardship over anyone else anyway. He breathed a sigh of relief when it seemed Yuan might be able to roll over and fall back asleep. If at all possible, he might even forget what he heard last night!

Unfortunately the Chief Cultivator has no luck today at all. He had almost made it to the table to start his tea when he heard Wei Wuxian call. Flustered, he hurries back to bed with the talisman in hand.

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" He whispers, his cheeks coloring again now that he has to break the news to his husband. "We've already made our son suffer enough for one night with our indiscretions!"

Wuxian blinks sleepily at his husband, confused by how flustered he is.

"What?" His gaze flicks to the talisman as he sits up, running a hand through his messy hair. He has just woken up, so he can be forgiven for taking a little longer to put the pieces together, right? Understanding dawns after a second, though.

"...it didn't work?" He frowns "that doesn't make any sense, let me see that."

Because of course he's thinking about how he did the talisman wrong rather than the effects of doing so.

He normally is forgiven about these things, especially when he's so cute doing it. Lan Zhan would be so much more patient about it though if he wasn't so terribly embarrassed about the whole thing.

"Wei Ying!" He hisses. Fix this! This is social stuff and he's better at it. Except for the times when Wei Wuxian makes social things worse and then Lan Zhan regrets him ever allowing his husband to speak.

Either way, he hands over the talisman and then lights a candle for him to see.

Wuxian blinks at the scolding tone, pouting a little bit as he takes the talisman and gets a closer look at it.

"Oh I see what I did," he says after a moment "I put these two characters the wrong way round, so it wouldn't keep the noise in, instead it kept it ou-oooh... oh. Yes. I see... the problem."

He glances towards the screen and winces, looking up at Lan Zhan.

"How much did he hear, do you think? Did he say anything?"

It is everything he can do to keep from moving the candle to light the talisman on fire. Why wasn't his husband focused on the actual problem yet! The most Lan that ever Lan-ed was shamelessly un-Lan right in front of their brand new son!

It isn't physically possible to get any more red faced than Wangji as Wuxian finally connects the dots. "No but.." He looks back toward the screen and wants to cry. The boy's head was under his pillow! He must've heard everything.

"I need to meditate." I.e. He needs to go kneel for a while, but thankfully at his rank, he doesn't have to do it in such a public place anymore. He'd likely go to the Back Mountain alone and then end up in the cold springs for a ritually frigid and lengthy dip. It was unlikely they would see him again today though.

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