Brothel meme continued

[lastjinstanding]

Continued from here

Jin Ling had really hoped he'd have A-Yuan at his side for this, but he didn't blame the sweet man for being ill one bit. In fact, he really enjoyed holding him as they finished traveling up to Lotus Pier. He sends servants off the boat to arrange a discreet delivery of his ill and subdued guest to private chambers following Ling's disembark. He instructed only Fu Geming to carry A-Yuan with Liling.

Sadly, after that, he had to leave his pets in his servants care. Squaring his shoulders, he stepped onto the pier. He bowed humbly to all of his relatives and gave them each a proper greeting- or in Wei Wuxian's case, a cheeky one.

He was brought into the main hall and given the seat next to Jiang Cheng's throne. Wei Wuxian was seated beside him with Lan Wangji at the next seat. And yes, Wangji had been offered the throne but had chosen to stay at Wuxian's side. It was Jiang Cheng's wedding, after all.

Jin Ling is happy sitting to a nice cup of tea and some wine after a long day of travel with promise of dinner coming.

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"Jin-Guniang, is the young master Zheng in this room?" A young, unfamiliar male voice asks. "I have some medicine I wish to offer if you'd announce me."

"Of course. Let me ask for you," Liling says in a warm tone. She knocks on Yuan's door and peeks in. She smiles when she sees him awake. She comes in and shuts the door behind her. "Zheng-gongzi? How are you feeling? A friend of Jin-zongzhu from the Lan Clan is here to offer you some medicine. Would you feel up to seeing him?"

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[notaturnip]

Look, Wei Wuxian was traumatised by the sight, he was, but it was so worth it for that look on his husband's face. He wishes it wasn't night so he could see it better. His shoulders shake with silent laughter at how utterly scandalised Lan Zhan is right now.

"Huaisang!" He hisses "and Jiang Cheng!"

It's ridiculous enough to be funny, now.

Except that it also makes a weird amount of sense, because other than being a man, Huaisang actually kind of does meet all of Jiang Cheng's extreme list of requirements.

[graceandguqin]

"B- but there are people.." Lan Zhan sputters before balking again at the idea. No, he cannot get over this idea! Although he is being a hypocrite because haven't the two of them done it places they could technically get caught too? They did it totally sober (most of the time)!

He slowly moves his hand from his mouth to his chest. He still.. looks totally like an old lady who just had her bum pinched. In fact, he's doing a pretty good impression of Lan Qiren!

"I thought he always looked down on us for.. being together," he finally manages with a little more thought behind it.

[notaturnip]

Wuxian doesn't comment on the hypocrisy, mostly because he thinks if he draws attention to it, Lan Zhan might stop having sex with him in interesting places.

(Not that they'd ever been that interesting, the main hall was a bit too risky even for him)

"I don't think he ever had a problem with that, as such," Wuxian admits "he was just grumpy about us being.. actually I don't know, I always thought he was just jealous of how disgustingly happy we are."

He pauses to think about it.

"I never thought he'd go for a man himself, though."

[graceandguqin]

It is scary how well Wuxian knew his husband! Although, as much as Lan Zhan might threaten that, he's never once been able to say no to the man- neither of them has. It helps that they both have some semblance of modesty, which Lan Zhan originally thought Jiang Cheng also possessed. Clearly, he was wrong! How disgraceful! He'll never be able to look at that man.. or that table the same way again.

His frown deepens as he thinks over the jealousy angle. He could see it, though he does feel bad that their happiness would cause someone else pain. "Wei Ying, did you talk to him? Did he tell you why he canceled the wedding? It would've been reasonable and well within his right to request everyone give him and his household another day to prepare and clean up after the incident, but it is very unusual for a groom to send everyone home like he did. With how much he cherishes his reputation, this was a black mark." And to drink like that? .. And then screw a man, even if that 'man' was Huaisang..

Something didn't feel right.

[notaturnip]

"I didn't really have time," Wei Ying admits "we had to get moving right away and he was too busy sobering up during the journey, and then after... it just didn't come up."

It is strange of him to act like that, though, Jiang Cheng was a passionate man with a temper but he rarely did anything quite so drastic, not in public at any rate.

"Wait..." he says slowly, realisation beginning to dawn "Oh, A-Cheng..."

It's incredibly rare for him to refer to his little brother in such a way, but it seems called for now.

[graceandguqin]

He watches his husband's face, wondering just what connections he was making and if they were the same ones he was finding. He doesn't want to pry though. He has a brother that's dear to his heart and that bond feels sacred- and with the Lan's anything sacred should be given a wide berth.

Instead, he tugs the man closer, drawing him more on top of him. It is like he's offering to be somewhere his husband can rest upon. Something they've quietly done hundreds of times before. He stays quiet, giving Wuxian a chance if he wants to say more, but not pushing him.

[notaturnip]

He leans into that closeness, just enjoying it as he puts the pieces together in his head before he actually speaks.

"I don't know exactly why the wedding was called off, though I suspect the drama had something to do with it," he says softly "but making a fuss like that, kicking everybody out... he did it to draw attention to him. To make it his scandal, rather than Jin Ling's. He did it to protect our nephew...."

It's only speculation, really, but he's so sure he's right.

[graceandguqin]

As he suspected, this wonderful man just needed some time to think. He realizes he was thinking about Jiang Chang's fiancé, not Jin Ling, but Wuxian's theory made more sense.

".. he gave up his marriage not just the wedding for this too?" He asks, amazed at that level of sacrifice. No wonder the man needed a few drinks. "It does make you wonder if he wanted the marriage." What would he have risked if the options were between Wei Wuxian and now his son? It hurt just to even consider it.

"Can your silencing talismans effect an area or does it have to be a sealed room?" He asks, lowering his voice even further. Such as, could it silence the area on this side of that wooden curtain?

[notaturnip]

"Normally it's a room but..." he frowns thoughtfully, mentally redrawing the talisman in his head "I think I could make it work for this area."

He's willing to give it a try anyway.

"Do you want me to? We can just talk about this in the morning..." he is kind of tired after his journey, but he also doesn't mind if Lan Zhan wants to talk about it now, while everything's still fresh in his mind.

[graceandguqin]

Lan Zhan huffs at that question, drawing back and immediately looking annoyed. In a swift motion he detangles himself from Wuxian's clutches in a rush of limbs, under robes, and hands. He roughly rolls Wuxian onto his back and quickly throws a hand over his mouth- since the talisman certainly hasn't been used yet. He channels some magic with his hand to try and contain the noise he knows Wuxian is about to make and sinks his teeth into his husband's neck.

He smirks and kisses the bite. No more stupid questions.

[notaturnip]

The move is too quick for Wei Wuxian to properly react, but there's the beginnings of a smile on his face as Lan Zhan's hand presses over it. He does make a sound, as predicted, against that muffling hand.

He would much rather think about this right now.

The problem is, Lan Zhan, is that he can't exactly throw up a talisman with you on top of him nuzzling at his neck like that. Not that he wants his husband to stop, which is something of a dilemma.

He kisses Lan Zhan's palm and pushes him away so he can lean over to grab a talisman which gets very hastily scribbled on and flicked onto the screen.

Then he wraps all his limbs around his husband and drags him in for a kiss.

[graceandguqin]

He grins when Wuxian has to work so hard to push him away. He loves the effect he has on his lover. As he sits up to let him fling the talisman at the curtain, he yanks his robe off, tucking it over the side of the bed.

He doesn't have time to ask how accurate Wei Ying thinks that talisman really was before he's being pulled back down into a kiss. He hungrily chases his husband's lips, trying to be mindful still of the Little Rabbit in the other room. It was difficult to remember that concern though when Wuxian was underneath him, safe, and willing.

[notaturnip]

Very willing. Wuxian lets his hands roam over Lan Zhan's back, enjoying the warm skin under his fingers as he works his way down to slide both hands over his ass and squeeze as he kisses him hungrily.

"Lan Zhan," he murmurs softly as he breaks away, tipping his head back to encourage his husband to give his neck some attention "I love you so much."

It's just nice, he thinks, to remind himself how lucky he is to have the beautiful man in his arms. Everybody else's love lives may be a hot mess, but he's found perfection.

[graceandguqin]

He exhales quiet moans against the other man's lips as his husband's hot, rough hands touches him. He nips at his throat, not caring if there are marks left behind. They can always heal them later. His lips curl at the beautiful words and his heart sings with joy.

"Wei Ying, my love," he purrs, kissing near his ear. His hands move lower to push back his robes wishing he hadn't worn so many to bed. (Like any, but that wouldn't have been very appropriate with their son). "I missed you. I was worried you'd have to go to Lanling."

[notaturnip]

"Mmm, almost," Wuxian admits, his voice low and wanting as his body responds to his husband's touch "but Jiang Cheng took care of it."

Not that he wants to think about any of that right now, he pushes that from his mind to talk about later.

"I missed you too," he says instead "couldn't wait to get home to your arms.. and your lips... and your..." he slips a hand round to the front to press against Lan Zhan's cock.

[graceandguqin]

Lan Zhan shivers as Wuxian's hand finishes that sentence. He captures those lips before they can say anything else and teases them open with his tongue. His hand drops to cover Wei Ying's, curling around it so he could move his hips and pump against it. He moans as softly as he can, but it feels so good to be touched.

He's reluctant to stop even for a few moments, but they need Wuxian's pants off or this was going to be very one-sided real fast.

[notaturnip]

Wei Wuxian moans into his mouth both at the deepening of the kiss and the thrust of Lan Zhan's cock against his hand, his own cock twitching in response. As much as he's enjoying it, though, he's glad when the attention shifts - however briefly - to getting his pants off, and he happily helps shed them.

As soon as he's free of the last of his clothing, though, he's getting his hands right back on Lan Zhan.

[graceandguqin]

Lan Zhan kisses down Wuxian's neck and lets his teeth scrap against the thin skin of his collar bone. His hands lead the way along planes of skin and muscle, molded to perfection from fine breeding and hard work. His chest and abdomen given time for his hands to appreciate.

He kissing down along an arm teasing the sensitive curve in the crook of his elbow when his hand touches the other side and finds it wrapped. He pauses and looks up at his sweet love's face worriedly. Drawing back, he looks more carefully at his husband's body to see a couple other small cuts. He suspects there's bruises too but it's dark and he can't see those.

"Wei Ying?" This battle really was bad if they'd gotten close enough to Wuxian to touch him. There's a jolt of fear that goes through him. What if Song Lan hadn't been there or Jiang Cheng hadn't been able to burn off the alcohol? Would this battle have swayed the other direction and his husband been lost?

[notaturnip]

Wuxian tilts his head back with a breathy sigh, writhing a little in pleasure at the scrape of teeth against his skin. He loves the feel of Lan Zhan just exploring him, taking his time to appreciate every inch of him, it makes him feel so warm and loved.

He writhes again at the ticklish kissing down his arm, a soft smile on his face - until he remembers the bandage wrapped around his arm and winces as Lan Zhan draws back.

He hears the concern and confusion in that voice and lifts his hand to gently stroke his husband's cheek.

"Just a few scrapes, Lan Zhan, nothing to worry about. No what ifs, we won the battle, all is well."

[graceandguqin]

Lan Zhan hesitates. He knows he has to let go of the fear since nothing did happen and it will only rob them of the joy of the present. He takes a couple deep breathes and turns his face to kiss Wuxian's fingers.

Slowly, he's able to let it go and lean back in to steal press his lips against his husbands. He caresses his love's face as well before cupping the back of his head, deepening their kiss steadily as his desire pushes past the worry.

[notaturnip]

Wuxian lets him work through it slowly, sliding his other hand into his husband's hair to card his fingers through it gently, kissing him softly at first but surrendering to it easily as Lan Zhan deepens it.

He's here, he's solid, he's real, he slides both hands down the other man's back, firm and steady and reassuring, all the way down to his ass, intending on stoking that desire, anchoring his husband to the present.

[graceandguqin]

When he breaks the kiss, he says with his lips curling, "If you die again, you're coming back as someone even shorter next time. Penance for making me worry!"

That is the last he's going to let himself even think along those lines. He can't allow himself to go any further or he would spiral into the dark regions of his heart that had been broken so severely they never would healed. Humor, as he's learned from the very man underneath him, sometimes did have some practical uses, like springing back from the brink.

Wuxian's hands were of course going to get him the rest of the way there.

[notaturnip]

"Lan Zhan," Wuxian protests, pouting - it's a source of great annoyance to him how much shorter he is now. Most of the time, anyway. Sometimes, on nights like this, with his much taller husband looming over him making him feel small and safe and secure, he actually kind of likes it.

Not that he's ever going to admit that out loud.

He squeezes the firm ass beneath his hands.

"No more talking about any of that," he demands in childishly bossy tones "I want you, please."

[graceandguqin]

He knows his husband has had to endure a great deal since being brought back from the dead as Mo Xuanyu, but on a purely selfish level, his height change is Lan Zhan's favorite. It gives him endless satisfaction to be able to scoop Wei Wuxian off his feet and manhandle him whenever they're feeling frisky. He is certain the other man adores it as well, even if his pride would never allow him to say it. Mercifully, Lan Zhan will never make him. Just like, when they get particularly drunk, Wei Wuxian doesn't make Lan Zhan admit he likes acting very childish.

The squeeze on his ass gets a dangerously heated flash in his eyes and at the amusing demand, Lan Zhan is ready to pounce again. As he kisses Wuxian with rapidly growing hunger, he slips a hand along the edge of their bed between the blankets and bamboo frame. With practiced ease, the lid of the jar he finds is flipped off and he dips his fingers inside. The small jar will have to be refilled soon.. thankfully there's a rather large jug around here somewhere. Hopefully Wuxian remembers where he stashed it.

[notaturnip]

Wuxian kisses him back fervently, one hand staying on his ass while the other trails up his back teasingly.

When he feels Lan Zhan reaching over for the jar, he grins against his lips, spreading his legs in preparation already, eager and wanting.

Sometimes he does like to tease, likes to make things difficult for Lan Zhan, encouraging him to be a bit more forceful in the way that always gets Wuxian's blood running hot, but tonight is one of those times where he wants the easy affection of his husband's loving touch, wants to be pliant and willing beneath him.