Brothel meme continued

[lastjinstanding]

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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.

~~~

"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]

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.

[lastjinstanding]

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."

[notaturnip]

"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."

[lastjinstanding]

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.

[notaturnip]

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."

[lastjinstanding]

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!"

[notaturnip]

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."

[lastjinstanding]

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.

[notaturnip]

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.

[lastjinstanding]

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.

[notaturnip]

"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..."

[lastjinstanding]

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.

[notaturnip]

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.

[lastjinstanding]

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.

[notaturnip]

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.

[lastjinstanding]

"Me too. Good night, bae." He uses his feet in a far less showing off manner to get the blankets over them. He's asleep before the fabric is settled completely straight over them. Oh well, he tried.

~~~

Wei Wuxian is greeted by a loud pounding on his door and a gruff 'open up' from his brother. Inside the room, Wangji is no where to be seen, but that's not unusual. He likes the sunrise and has long given up on expecting to share it most days with his husband. Some might see this in a bittersweet since, but the quiet Lan Jade genuinely doesn't mind the peaceful routine being his own to enjoy.

This.. was definitely not peaceful.

"Wuxian! Throw something on and get up! We need to talk!"

[notaturnip]

Yuan smiles softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Jin Ling's forehead and tucking the blankets around them more firmly before letting himself drift off with a contented sigh.

~~~

"Jiang Cheeeeeng," Wuxian whines, stuffing his head under the blankets with a grumble. He sighs, though, after a moment, and pushes them aside - he doesn't get out of the bed until he's sure that Jiang Cheng is still yelling outside his door and not in the room, since he's not wearing anything right now.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming." he mutters, throwing on some robes and shoving his hair into a messy ponytail - he can neaten it all up later. He did need to talk to Jiang Cheng at some point anyway, and while he didn't intend to throw any accusations his way, if he can try and figure out what's going on with him and Jin Ling, so much the better.

"What is it?" he asks as he opens the door.

[jiang_cheng]

The imposing man in dark purple has a stern look on his face and in one hand, he's clutching a cream colored doupeng with a white embroidered peony on it. He brushes past his brother, not waiting to be invited into the room and shuts the door himself.

"What's the meaning of this?" He demands. As he unfolds the cloth, on the underside in very faint marks is one of Wei Wuxian's wards. It's not the 'officially' approved kind either, but something the Yiling Patriarch had created once upon a time. Of course, it's a ward of protection, not a curse, but someone who doesn't know anything about talismans and the type of cultivation tricks Wuxian was known for wouldn't really know that.

[patrianarchy]

Wei Wuxian turns, wondering why he has a doupeng that very clearly belongs to the Jin clan, and what he's doing bringing it to his room, though he doesn't have to wonder for long.

The demand is confusing for a moment too, until he sees the marks on the fabric. He reaches out to grab it and get a closer look, frowning.

"...Somebody in the Jin clan is using wards I invented?" he hazards, looking up at his brother "These are perfectly harmless talismans, you know, you don't have to go getting all grumpy about them." he pouts - yes, okay, some of his tricks are unorthodox, but his wards and talismans aren't that different from normal cultivation, and they're not the kind that present any risk to the person using them.

[jiang_cheng]

His fist clenches and just about the only reason the older brother isn't getting boxed in the ears is because they aren't actually still twelve years old and Wanyin remembers on some level the other is weak. Still, if looks alone could wound...

"Not somebody, our nephew. Why is our nephew using your bastard magic? Have you been teaching him this stuff behind my back?" He nearly growls. "And why is he giving his whole army warded doupengs? How much energy does that require? According to Jin Yatsen, half suffered injuries on the way here. Did Jin Ling tell you any of this?" He honestly doesn't know how much spiritual energy it takes to put that many wards on objects as he doesn't use wards and talismans. They were too similar to what Wuxian used.

[patrianarchy]

Jin Ling. Jin Ling was using his wards? He almost grins - except Jiang Cheng is still glaring at him and he does have some sense of self-preservation, however slight, so he reigns it in.

(Still, Jin Ling using his wards!)

"I haven't taught him anything," he holds his hands up defensively, mind already scrambling for some kind of explanation, because the only time Jin Ling's ever come to him about anything it was yesterday, and that definitely hadn't been about wards. Then it hits him.

"Jin Guangyao!" he says suddenly "He had a lot of my old books, remember? That's how Mo Xuanyu found- anyway. Jin Ling must have found them. I'm sure I wrote this one down."

That doesn't answer the other question, though, about why Jin Ling would expend so much energy creating his whole army warded doupengs (and, damn, their nephew had a strong core if he managed that much warding in one go).

"He didn't even mention any of this yesterday."

...he probably shouldn't have said that...

[jiang_cheng]

Jiang Cheng's eyes widen in horror. The only person worse for Jin Ling to be taking after besides Wei Wuxian was Jin Guangyao!

"What happened yesterday?" He asks.

As he does, he hears one of his disciples calling in the hall for him. He holds up a hand for Wuxian to wait and opens the door. "What?"

"Jiang-zongzhu, my apologies for interrupting, Ouyang-zongzhu and Yao-zongzhu are distressed over two of our disciples mixing up their requests."

The groom rolls his eyes. "Idiots. Ouyang-zongzhu is allowed to take advantage of my generosity till I marry his niece tomorrow, not Yao-zongzhu, that opportunistic shrew! Don't.. repeat that. Just tell them I'll be there in a minute." He huffs as the disciple runs. "Alright, speak, and make it quick. I don't have much time to mess with my nephew's nonsense today."

[patrianarchy]

His nephew's nonsense, was it?

"Look, whatever's going on between you two I don't know. He came to me for some advice on a personal matter yesterday, is all, and Lan Zhan pointed out it was strange that he didn't go to you." Even though Wuxian had his own ideas about why that was, he can at least admit it is still strange.

"He's clearly got a lot on his plate right now, I don't know the extent of it, but whatever falling out you had, you should probably figure it out."

[jiang_cheng]

Well that stops Wanyin in his tracks. All of the other chaos of planning his wedding and the demands of about a billion guests in his house fade. He turns and looks at We Wuxian with a look of utter confusion and real hurt.

"What? I haven't.." He begins before glancing toward the door again, vaguely toward the room he's set aside for Jin Ling and his guest. They were the best guest rooms he had. Was that why his nephew so rarely visited or wrote to him or invited him to visit? He thinks through all the interactions he's had since the temple and can't think of anything he's done to cause a rift.

His expression hardens again, like it always did when he was uncomfortable. "I'll handle it. See you at lunch." His gaze drops a bit to what Wuxian was wearing. "Try to be presentable for once."

[patrianarchy]

Well, that's unexpected, he honestly thought Jiang Cheng would have at least some kind of idea of why Jin Ling had been distant (and, secondarily, why he might bring a prostitute to his wedding), but he looks almost like Wei Wuxian just pulled a rug out from under his feet.

Still, he says he'll deal with it, so that should get them talking at least. He still intends to talk to Jin Ling about this too, so surely they can get this sorted out before the end of the week, right? It's not like they're really good at making family drama into more of a problem than it needs to be or anything..

Fuck.

Oh well, it's out there now.

"Just for that I'm showing up to lunch dressed exactly like this," he lies cheerfully, shoving his brother towards the door "go on."