lastjinstanding | Brothel meme continued

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.

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.

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