lastjinstanding | Brothel meme continued

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.

Huaisang hopes that grip is bruising, because he would very much like to be able to look in the mirror and see those marks, a reminder of this night left on his skin for at least a little while.

The change in angle brings a louder moan, more garbled encouragement, and it feels so good he thinks he might come from this alone, without either of their hands ever touching his aching cock.

"A-Cheng" he cries out desperately, urgent and wanting.

~~~

There are loyal guards watching over Jin Ling at first, but as the shifts change one by one they're replaced by the men who were on Xiaowen's side.

And back at Lotus pier, Wei Wuxian arrives with the two missing Jiang disciples in tow, only to be met by a harried-looking senior disciple - Jiang Chenyue. Wuxian explains the gist of the situation as the two are taken off to get dried and checked over by healers, and asks for the sect leader.

"Ah," says the disciple, flushing crimson and glancing nervously towards the main hall, which has a hastily scrawled silencing talisman over the door (placed there by Jiang Chenyue himself, who decided that the lack of guests was no reason to allow his leader's reputation to be besmirched even more and had placed it there just in case. ... and also because things were getting loud and he didn't want the poor servants to be as traumatised as he currently felt) "He's... indisposed..."

The day had been so horrible, but this evening with Huaisang had been sinfully amazing. The culmination of their wonderful conversation, the healing support and comradery, and now mind-blowing sex seemed to erupt in one great cry. His cock sank deep and his seed spilled out like a geyser inside the other sect leader, marking him in a very primal way as belonging to Jiang Cheng's.

~~~

There's a spot along the road where there the road gets narrow and a large cliffside, essentially boxing in whoever is passing by. It's an ideal spot for an ambush. Some will attack the loyal guards and some will attack the carriage. Someone has the idea of setting it on fire while another suggested they shoot arrows into it. Either could be deadly.

The last, impassioned thrust and the feel of Jiang Cheng coming inside him turned out, as he suspected, to be enough to send him careening over the edge himself and his cock twitched between them as he reached his own orgasm, painting both their stomachs with come.

He cried out his lover's name as his body shook with ecstacy until finally he slumped back against the table, panting and spent.

Outside, Wei Wuxian is not taking no for an answer.

"This is urgent, Jin-zongzhu is in danger, you have to get him."

Jiang Chenyue gives the door a slightly terrified look and then sighs deeply - this isn't going to end well for anybody, he thinks. He moves over and removes the silencing talisman (hopefully before Wei Wuxian can notice and question its presence), breathing a sigh of relief that he's not immediately met with noises he very much does not want to hear.

Then he knocks.

"Jiang-zongzhu? I- May I enter?"

He slips out and watches with more satisfaction than he wants to admit, his spunk dripping from Huaisang's delightfully abused hole, down perfectly rounded cheeks, and staining the inside of his expensive inner robes. He wonders if the other man will wear this to bed or travel with his taint on it so close and secretive to his private skin.

"Mmm, you were amazing, little Nightingale, singing so sweet. You're even prettier with my come on you."

He draws a handkerchief from one of Huaisang's sleeves. He wipes away the mess on their bellies and then leans down to snake an arm around the beautiful man's. Drawing him up gently, Jiang Cheng kisses his lips, licking the image of his robes sliding partially off one shoulder. The Nie sect leader's hair ornament was askew and he couldn't remember ever feeling more satisfied.

That is until he hears a knock at the door.

With a bit of a growl, he breaks their kiss and shouts, "Piss off!"

Huaisang lays boneless and satiated, just enjoying the afterglow and watching Jiang Cheng with a lazy smile.

"Mm, I'll sing like that for you any time you like, A-Cheng." he purrs, letting himself be drawn up into the kiss, propping himself up one one hand while the other loops around Jiang Cheng's shoulders as he sighs contentedly against his lips.

The knock is an unwelcome intrusion, and he pouts.

"M-My lord I-" Jiang Chenyue stammers "Wei-Gongzi is here, he says it's urgent"

"Just open the door, let me in," Wei Wuxian's voice can be heard outside, and the sound of a scuffle, like he's trying to barge in and Chenyue is stopping him.

Wanyin gasps and looks around them. For godsakes! He is practically butt ass naked in middle of his main hall! He doesn't have anywhere to put that tainted handkerchief and where the devil are Huaisang's pants?! He stuffs the handkerchief in amongst his lover's robes and lets him deal with it. He needs something on!

He reaches down and quickly yanks his trousers up and grabbing his other robes. He saw 'the' wadded handkerchief again and groaned. He thought he'd taken care of that! He shoves it again at Huaisang.

Unfortunately, that's when their time runs out. Jiang Cheng doesn't get any robes on his shoulders, just in his fist. Huaisang's pants are still tossed on the far side of the table. A couple wine bottles, cups, plates, and even some food remains are scattered on the floor in some reckless, incriminating fashion. Both men are breathless, flushed, and flustered.

Welcome home, Big Brother!

"Wuxian! What the hell are you doing here?!"

~~~

Both. The decision is both. A few of the arrows will be dipped in oil and lit to set the carriage ablaze. Only another mile or so.

Huaisang gasps as well, but honestly he has to bite his lip to keep from laughing - he manages to fight it down, however, and get himself upright and at least get his robes wrapped round him, he takes the handkerchief Jiang Cheng shoves at him and tucks it into his sleeve without thinking (it feels lumpier than a handkerchief should, like there's something in it, but he doesn't have time to think about that now). He grabs his fan, flicking it open to cover his face but honestly he knows it's futile - the plates are scattered across the floor, his pants are lying in full view, his hair and robes are all askew and Jiang Cheng is still shirtless. It's a delightful view for him, but probably not one anyone else wants to see.

So of course that's when Wei Wuxian finally bursts through the door.

"Whatever the hell you're-" he stops abruptly, staring at the sight before him. The air stinks of sex and the two of them, well, it does not take a genius to figure out what went on here.

"...I have so many questions and I don't think I want the answers to any of them." Wei Wuxian says slowly, shaking his head like he can clear the image from his eyes.

"It doesn't matter. Jiang Cheng we have to go, Jin Ling is still in danger and it's urgent. There are still guards who want him dead and they're planning something. We have to go now."

It's not like this is the first time either of the brothers have walked in on each other with a girl in their bed. This is the first time Jiang Cheng has ever done anything even remotely this public though (even though, technically it's his house so..)

He takes a very haggard breath as his brother visibly catches up with the clues around the room. Yep, this just happened. Thanks. Thanks world, he needed to add this experience to his life. He starts drawing his robes around him when that last bomb is dropped on him.

"What?!" He'd told Jin Ling not to leave yet! (No, he hadn't. He just meant to.) He looks down at Huaisang and is at a loss for words. Finally he settles on simply, "I have to go after him." He would've kissed him or caressed his cheek or something but he can't bring himself to do it right in front of his brother- who gets a glare just for that reason. He sighs and steps away.

More like, staggers. He pauses and goes back to the throne to fetch Sandu, having left it the first time. When Wei Wuxian gets close enough, he'll find his brother doesn't just reek of sex. He stinks even worse of booze. "Let's ride swords!"

Huaisang just nods - honestly he's not expecting anything in front of other people, so he isn't surprised when Jiang Cheng just walks away. He wants to offer something, some kind of help, but the rest of his people had already left, there isn't anything he can offer.

"...Jiang Cheng are you drunk?" his brother stares at him, aghast. This is the last thing he needs. He shouldn't be surprised, he thinks, he doubts the other man would have slept with Huaisang in his throne room sober (sorry Huaisang), but he's still way, way drunker than he would have guessed initially.

"Shit. You can't ride your sword you'll fall off," also, asshole, your brother can't ride his sword at all because somebody has his golden core. "Can you meditate on a horse? Maybe we should take a boat... I know you can burn off alcohol with spiritual energy but..." but he'll need his energy to help save Jin Ling. Fuck.

Huaisang clears his throat.

"I can give him energy," he offers "he can use my energy to burn off the alcohol while we travel."

He regrets it though. Such a pretty butterfly. So delicate. He deserves to be admired, spoken sweetly to, and treated gently.. and then fucked till he screams..

"You the only one allowed to drink in this family?" He snaps at what he takes is an accusation. "All you ever do is drink!"

He looks at Wei Wuxian like he'd lost his mind. Why the hell was he asking if he could meditate on a horse and then a boat? Were they trying to take a horse on a boat? That didn't sound like a good idea.

"You can what?" Alright, he might be getting this now. He can use the energy to get to Jin Ling and save him but first he has to ride on a sword on a horse on a boat. Where Huaisang fit in there, he wasn't sure, but he was up for it. He really wanted to lay down for a it. That was some awesome sex. He should tell Wei Wuxian about it. He's never going to guess who he nailed tonight!

He blinks at his brother. "What are we doing?"

"Aiya..." Wei Wuxian groans, scrubbing a hand over his face. He turns to Jiang Chenyue, who is mostly trying to pretend he isn't here.

"You. Go and gather as many men as can be ready in..." he glances at his brother then back "ten minutes. Get horses, we have to travel as fast as possible. Nie-zongzhu will have to ride with your lord."

(There was a joke about riding in there somewhere, he's sure, and he'd find it and make it if he was talking about anybody except his own brother. He can already see Huaisang sniggering behind his fan)

"Yes, Wei-gongzi," Chenyue has the sense to just bow and run off rather than looking to his very drunk leader for confirmation.

"You two," Wei Wuxian points between Huaisang and his brother "get dressed properly. Please. Be ready to leave."

The great and mighty Sandu Shengshou frowns in confusion at his brother and then over at Huaisang with a slightly off centered hair ornament, trousers, and his inner robe hanging loosely from his shoulders and asks with the utmost seriousness, "What's wrong with how I'm dressed?"

Fortunately even if he was drunk the rest of the clan wasn't. They quickly assembled a team, loaded up medical supplies, horses, and snickered amongst themselves because.. they were only human. It would be easier on Jiang Cheng and his 'condition' if they used a carriage, but they could move much faster without one. They knew which one he and his brother would choose without even asking.

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