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#xicheng #nsfw (because my thirst is REAL)🤤

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Lan Xichen was the number one bachelor for not just because of his look or his academic accolades or even his achievements as sect leader. People admired him for his boundless patient and ever gentle face. Growing up with 4000-

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rules would either make you the most rebellious youth ever or the most repressed one.

So, for the last few months, he was okay with sneaking into Jiang Wanyin's bed in Lotus Pier (transportation portal was convienent) or even pulling the irresistible and the most contradictory-

man into the darkened corners and vacant rooms whenever they met in conferences or meetings, just to spend time with him. And he understood the reason. Them, being two prominent sect leaders, would cause an absolute uproar in the cultivation world should the true nature-

of their relationship was to be made public. Shufu would have a heart attack and Lan Wangji would scorn his choice, considering Jiang Wanyin turbulent relationship with Wei Wuxian.

He had asked Jiang Wanyin and Jiang Wanyin had agreed to keep this as secret.

But all this was before he was witness several unknown, INSIGNIFICANT clan or sect leaders were vying for Jiang Wanyin's attention.

The first sect leader, which Lan Xichen dubbed in his head as ThickFace because of the cheesy, vomit inducing one-liners that he threw at Jiang-

Wanyin, was a whole head shorter than Jiang Wanyin! And who in their right mind would think 'Your heart beats loud enough for two. Are you sure you didn't steal mine?' was a sentence worthy to be uttered? Or, 'Do you practice dark arts, because you made everybody disappear?'

It was only because Jiang Wanyin had looked so confused that made Lan Xichen gritted his teeth and smiled. ThinkFace needed to shut his mouth before Lan Xichen did that for him.

And then, the second clan leader. The one Lan Xichen mentally dubbed as GrabbyFingers. Last week's-

meeting nearly got Lan Xichen jumped on his seat when he saw GrabbyFingers casually touched Jiang Wanyin's cheek when a slight streak of ink was accidentally smeared on it. GrabbyFingers had a smarmy smile on his face when Jiang Wanyin frowned but still thanked him and Lan Xichen

felt the itch in his own hands to punch the living out of him. The man tried again later that day, trying to run his fingers (THE AUDACITY) through Jiang Wanyin's hair when his lover was bending his head down to write up a document. Before he could growl out his displeasure,-

Jiang Wanyin had obliviously raised his head, thinking the touch was from him and not from GrabbyFingers and smiled ever so fondly that him. It took Lan Xichen's breath away and he was momentarily forgotten all about it.

The third sect leader was the one relentless in his-

gift-showering that Lan Xichen mentally called him as PervertBenefactor. First it was a crate of rare seeds of purple lotuses, supposedly exclusively bred; when he saw Jiang Wanyin could barely hide his excitement, Lan Xichen tried to be optimist. Of course smaller sect leader-

would try to butter up Sandu Shengshou.

But then, the gifts were getting more and more personal - a polished, black onyx in the shape of a snake, a personalised set of caligraphy, a painting of Lotus Pier at sunset; all good and bearable until Lan Xichen saw PervertBenefactor-

wore a leer on his face (how could Jiang Wanyin not see that?) holding out an exquisite silver headpiece with small red ruby adorning in the middle. It was clear the PervertBenefactor was trying to make Jiang Wanyin wear his sect colour!

Fate saved him from Lan Xichen's wrath-

when Jiang Wanyin, again with his bewildered look, rejected the gift with his usual ferocious glare.

And the most infuriating sect leader of all was the one Lan Xichen dubbed simply as Him because the man was unabashed in his advances. Instead subtly wooing Jiang Wanyin like-

the previous three vermins, Him was direct. He would corner Jiang Wanyin and ask to dine together. He would compliment so shamelessly.

'You look extremely vexed today, Sect Leader Jiang, may I try to brighten your day?' (Smooth, Lan Xichen glared)

'I've seen men wore purple before, but I have admit, no one wears it as well as Sandu Shengshou. Do you think I could pull it? We're both, after all, Yunmeng people.' (Too smooth for Lan Xichen's liking)

'Tell me, Jiang Wanyin, do you think you and I could talk more than just-

Yunmeng resources and intersects affairs? I'm sure you'll find us sharing a lot more common than you think.'

Lan Xichen wished so hard that he never made the proposition to keep his relationship with Jiang Wanyin a secret because right now? Right now, Lan Xichen wanted to punch-

Him in the face for even daring to even *think* of flirting with *his* lover.

If not with words, Him would show up with little gifts (not as bawdy as PervertBenefactor) such as a single flower he saw, a book that Jiang Wanyin mentioned wanting to read in the passing or (like a-

smooth bastard that he was) a concession in their trade negotiation. Lan Xichen knew how much Jiang Wanyin was being rejected in the past and to have a sect leader to allow concession was BIG in his book.

That man knew too.

While it enraged Lan Xichen, he kept his displeasure.

Until one evening.

Lan Xichen knocked softly at Jiang Wanyin's room in Lotus Pier, "Wanyin, are you in there?"

"I'm here," Came a muffled answer from within. "Come in, Xichen-ge. And locked the door after you."

Lan Xichen chuckled at hearing those familiar words. Each time-

they met up like this, Jiang Wanyin would never fail to remind him to lock the door.

He walked in, locked the door and turned around to search for his lover. "Wanyin?"

"I'm here," The voice came behind the screen with the sound of rustling clothes. "I just took a bath."

Lan Xichen took a seat, his eyes looked at the familiar room, feeling extremely lucky to have this at this stage of his life. Suddenly, his eyes caught various gifts from Jiang Wanyin's admirers, shoved into a shelf. He couldn't help but notice that most of the gift was from Him.

His heart ached with a mixture of anger and jealousy and possessiveness when he saw Jiang Wanyin actually keep the gifts he received. Did it mean Jiang Wanyin like them?! Did it mean Jiang Wanyin was considering one of them? Was Jiang Wanyin getting tired of their arrangement?

Of their constant secrecy, of their hushed rendezvous and of Lan Xichen's requests to keep this down low?

The thought of Jiang Wanyin choosing any of those smarmy men with ill-intentions made Lan Xichen physically and emotionally ill - of choosing someone else over him.

He was so pre-occupied with his thoughts that when Jiang Wanyin stepped out from the screen in his night-robe; hair damp, spilling over his shoulders and back, something in him snapped.

Unthinkingly, he instantly crowded into his lover.

"Take off your clothes." He growled.

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Jiang Wanyin didn't know what the hell happened here. He didn't know how he could get so swept away by Lan Xichen's voice and touches that it somehow landed him in a situation like this. But then, Jiang Wanyin had never been successful in denying Lan Xichen anything before.

He had always known that if he was ever in love, he could never do it half-way; he loved with everything that he had, heart bleeding and each toil taken gladly. That was how he was with his family, with Wei Wuxian, with Jin Ling and now, with Lan Xichen.

Their evening started fairly normal, with Jiang Wanyin taken early bath in aniticipation of Lan Xichen's arrival and the said man arrived precisely on time, locking the door behind him. Somehow, between those time, something had happened to Lan Xichen that made him at like this.

Because before Jiang Wanyin could ask, Lan Xichen had undressed him completely and rustled him up, hoisting him up to the nearest pillar. Lan Xichen's expression was dark and determined and *lustful* as he tied Jiang Wanyin's hands up over the overhead beam with his own head-

ribbon, leaving Jiang Wanyin's legs flailing in the air before Lan Xichen caught them to support his weight and pushed him against the pillar behind.

The kiss given felt punishing and so, so heady that Jiang Wanyin could no longer resist. He let his mouth open slack to the-

greedy onslaught of Lan Xichen's tongue, totally overwhelmed by Lan Xichen's masculine scent and warmth and strength. Lan Xichen kissed until both of them were gasping for air, erections hardened and chests heaved.

Then Lan Xichen reached for something in his sleeves, thoroughly

slathering his fingers with oil and instantly circling Jiang Wanyin's entrance, easily found as Jiang Wanyin's legs were widely spread and wrapped around Lan Xichen's waist.

"Ah! Huan-ge! Slow down!" Jiang Wanyin protested but Lan Xichen simply smirked when he felt the opening-

flutter in anticipation. He allowed one finger to dip in -shallowly at first - and gradually deepening it as he felt the muscles gave in.

Lan Xichen groaned in anticipation. He leaned in to possessively kiss and suck and bite the slender, unmarred neck into one long trail of-

blueish purple lovebites.

One finger became two, and then three. When four fingers slid in and out in lewd slick sound, Lan Xichen twisted them around to find the pleasure button within. A slight graze had Jiang Wanyin throwing head back and cried in overwhelming sensation.

"Huan-ge, Huan-ge!" Jiang Wanyin babbled mindlessly as Lan Xichen began to relentless press and rub it.

Lan Xichen growled in return, feeling whatever rationality in his mind left when he felt Jiang Wanyin tighten around his fingers and his cock spurting precome all over their-

stomachs. "Yes, A-Cheng," He grinded his own erection against Jiang Wanyin harder. "Take it all. Only me, only me."

Jiang Wanyin felt the cusp of the orgasm approaching and so, he arched his back as pleasure consumed him. Lan Xichen could feel it coming too, judging by the way-

the rim closed down to his fingers and he thought of taking out his fingers - just to make Jiang Wanyin even more desperate - but a bigger part of him wanted to show Jiang Wanyin that he was the only who was worthy of being his lover.

Not ThickFace.

Not GrabbyFingers.

Not PervertBenefactor

And certain not Him - the opportunist Yunmeng sect leader who thought he could take Jiang Wanyin away from him.

None of them knew what Lan Xichen had gone through to be in this point of his life - to have Jiang Wanyin so beautiful and willing and happy-

in his life. To have Jiang Wanyin craving for his touches and kisses. To have Jiang Wanyin loving him back.

They didn't deserve Jiang Wanyin.

Lan Xichen did. It had taken him years of self-contemplation and sharp words from Jiang Wanyin to make him see that, but Lan Xichen-

deserved this love and this happiness and this life.

So, Lan Xichen spread his fingers within the tight channel, making Jiang Wanyin gasp, and then, made the fingers drummed quickly on the prostate before pressing all four on it. Jiang Wanyin cursed loudly and yelled as he-

immediately came all over his own stomach. He barely had the time to breathe and recover from the intense orgasm before Lan Xichen lunged forwards to kiss him so deeply that he felt so possessed and loved.

Lan Xichen wasn't finished. He gently pulled out his fingers and then,-

hitched his hips upwards and slotted in his thick girth into Jiang Wanyin's channel with ease. The stark difference in size made Jiang Wanyin moan and gasp. The gravity made him fall deeper onto Lan Xichen's hardness and Jiang Wanyin swore he could feel the cock pulsing against-

his belly.

"Fuck, Xichen!" He cursed but the violet eyes were glassy with passion. His arms that were stretched upwards strained in glistening sweat and strength. His spreaded legs ached and if it wasn't for Lan Xichen's holding them in place, Jiang Wanyin would have let them-

dangle downwards.

Sometimes, he was so at awe at Lan Xichen's arms strength.

"That's right, darling," Lan Xichen grunted in darkly. "No one could do this to do. Only I can."

To prove his words, Lan Xichen began a slow thrust upwards into the hot depth and when he saw it-

caused no pain to his lover, Lan Xichen began to move in earnest. His hips hitched in quick, furious succession; each thrust hit the sensitive spot in eerie accuracy.

Jiang Wanyin was drowning in the ocean of pleasure. His eyes rolled back, mouth hang loose and his back arched.

Cries escaped in delirious state. In the position he was in, Jiang Wanyin had no choice but only to accept every single pleasure Lan Xichen gave him. He was so open and wet and sensitive that it wasn't long before his cock reawakened - hard-rock within seconds and already wet.

"Do you think anybody can make you feel like this?" Lan Xichen growled, jealousy consumed him. "A-Cheng, tell me. Do you think anybody can make you feel like this?" He demanded.

"No one," Jiang Wanyin gasped against the relentless thrusts. "No one. Only you, Huan-ge."

"Do you think you'd allow anybody to spread you open like this?" Lan Xichen emphasized his point with his precise thrust. "To pleasure you so thoroughly? To kiss you like this?"

"No one!" Jiang Wanyij sobbed. The need to come was too much. "I want just you!"

"Tell me who do you want?!"

"It's you!"

Lan Xichen groaned at the admission. He began peppering Jiang Wanyin with desperate kisses, willing his lover to understand the depth of his feeling for him. "Wanyin, my heart, you're mine just as I'm yours." He whispered harshly.

Jiang Wanyin nodded frantically and with final hard thrusts, Lan Xichen brought them both to completion.

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"What's that all about?" Jiang Wanyin asked a while later as he looked down at Lan Xichen, who was rubbing a healing salve on his bruised wrists.

"I just miss you."

"Uhuh..." Jiang Wanyin looked skeptically. "We just saw each other last week."

"You mean the week where that small sect leader from Yunmeng was hounding you while showering you with gifts?" Lan Xichen glared at the shelf. "Why are you even keeping those things?"

Jiang Wanyin blinked in surprise. Carefully he replied, "He was my neighbouring sect. While it is suprising to see him suddenly change his attitude towards me, I just thankful to not have to fight him for every single affairs regarding Yunmeng River."

Lan Xichen sighed at his-

lover's obliviousness. "Wanyin, he wasn't being nice because your neighbours. And it wasn't just him."

"What do you mean?"

Lan Xichen simply stared at him before realisation came over Jiang Wanyin. "Oh, you mean- them? They're harmless! Annoying, yes, but definitely harmless."

"Wanyin, they're trying to court you." Lan Xichen stated clearly. "They weren't being diplomatic or friendly or trying to butter you up for some leniency from a big sect. They're lusting over you."

Jiang Wanyin's eyes went wide. "You're joking..." But, now that he thought about-

it... shiver ran through his body at the realisation. The thought of being chased was so ridiculous because Lan Xichen wasn't his first lover solely by choice. People hated him and he hated people back.

Since when anybody wanted to court him?!

Jiang Wanyin darted his eyes to-

gifts that he had stored in the shelf. Quickly, he stood up, swiped all the gifts down into a wooden chest and closed it tight.

Breathing hard, he slowly turned around to look at Lan Xichen. "What. The. Hell?"

Lan Xichen stood up as well, his expression was dark. "Precisely."

He walked towards Jiang Wanyin to pull him into his embrace tightly. He traced Jiang Wanyin's cheek and jaw with his thumb. "There will be no next time," he promised.

"What are you going to do?" Jiang Wanyin asked. "And I can refuse them by myself." he added quickly.

"I know darling." Lan Xichen said.

Jiang Wanyin studied Lan Xichen's face for a while. Sighing softly, he said, "Don't do anything reckless."

"Yes, dear." Lan Xichen smiled and Jiang Wanyin slapped Lan Xichen's shoulder at his impertinent.

"Smartass."

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