(My actual first proper NSFW - please be gentle 🥺😭)
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Wei Wuxian’s 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 was gone by the time Jiang Cheng emerged from the shower.
Hair still dripping wet and towel slung around his neck, Jiang Cheng approached Wei Wuxian who was busy vacuuming the floor from dust.
The sound of his footsteps were covered by the roar of the vacuum and Jiang Cheng slid his arms around Wei Wuxian’s waist,
bending slightly to stick his face into the other’s back. The water in his hair dropped onto Wei Wuxian’s clothes and Jiang Cheng heard the click of the switch and the roar of the vacuum ceased.
“So clingy?” Wei Wuxian teased, reaching his arm back to pat at Jiang Cheng. “How rare.”
Jiang Cheng murmured incoherently into the dampening fabric of Wei Wuxian’s shirt.
Wei Wuxian turned on the spot and clicked his tongue. “Why didn’t you dry your hair? You’ll get a cold easily.”
Jiang Cheng scrunched his nose as Wei Wuxian plucked the towel off his neck and started to ruffle his hair with it like he was some unruly dog.
“I’m not so weak, idiot.”
“Weak or not, we’re all only human,” Wei Wuxian tutted like a nagging mother, thoroughly drying Jiang Cheng’s hair. If Lan Wangji were here, he would probably have thought that Wei Wuxian was possessed or kidnapped by aliens.
Jiang Cheng indulged himself with Wei Wuxian’s care and smiled at his feet. He wore a long sleeved oversized jumper which he knew made him look smaller than he should—something he knew Wei Wuxian preferred in the past.
Yet Wei Wuxian went and got himself a 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.
Jiang Cheng’s mood soured instantly at the reminder. He pushed Wei Wuxian away and grabbed his towel back from the other’s clutches.
“Baobei, what’s wrong now?”
Jiang Cheng turned his back and scoffed, “Don’t call me that when you already found someone to replace me.”
“What?” Jiang Cheng felt Wei Wuxian chase him with his hands.
He dodged every time Wei Wuxian tried to touch him, walking as far away as he could without looking like a sulking loser. “No one can 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 replace you.”
“Liar.”
“Come on, Chengcheng, don’t get mad please? We haven’t seen each other in years, can we not fight please?”
“Whose fault is it?” Jiang Cheng whirled around and glared at Wei Wuxian. “Hah!” he barked, “Maybe if I had known you already had someone by your side, I wouldn’t have made the trip here. Waste of my time, yes! I’m the fool!”
“I told you, you’re irreplaceable, you’re my soulmate, my baobei,” Wei Wuxian tried to explain, but Jiang Cheng shook his head, pressing his hands against his ears. As Jiang Cheng felt sorry for himself, showing weakness
in front of Wei Wuxian and stared at his bare feet, Wei Wuxian had closed the distance between them to pull Jiang Cheng’s hands away from his ears. “You’re special,” he said, barely a whisper.
Jiang Cheng sniffed. “You got yourself a 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥. Do you call him baobei too?”
“Never. Lan Zhan is just Lan Zhan, a boyfriend and that’s all he’ll ever be.”
“Wei Wuxian.”
“Yes?”
“Wei Ying. A-Xian.”
“Yes, yes, my heart?”
“A-Ying. Gege.”
“I’m here, A-Cheng, baobei.”
Jiang Cheng curled his fingers around Wei Wuxian’s, interlocking them. “Who’s more important to you?”
Wei Wuxian squeezed his hands and pulled him into a bear hug. “It has never changed. Since I first met you at the age of 5, till today, my answer will never change—you, it has always been you, and always will be you.”
“Mmm…”
“Look at me, Chengcheng. You don’t believe me? Come on, chin up. A-Cheng, I’m going to kiss you if you don’t look up.”
“Why would you want to kiss me if you got yourself a stupid boyfriend,” Jiang Cheng huffed, unleashing his spines like a hedgehog.
It was immensely cute in Wei Wuxian’s eyes, the way his A-Cheng tried to act all tough in front of him.
“I’ll always want to kiss you,” Wei Wuxian said earnestly. Putting his words into action, he released them from their tight hug to pepper kisses all over Jiang Cheng’s face,
his hands holding Jiang Cheng’s face still while the other tried–not very seriously–to wriggle away.
“Get off!” Jiang Cheng said through laughs. The atmosphere in the apartment quickly brightened up with their shared laughter.
Jiang Cheng noticed that they were leaning closer and closer towards the sofa tucked against the wall on the opposite end of the kitchen through the assault of kisses and pushed against Wei Wuxian’s chest with greater force.
“What’s wrong 𝘯𝘰𝘸?” Wei Wuxian groaned.
There was a stiffness pressed against the side of Jiang Cheng’s hip and he slapped the horny little bastard’s ass. “You’re 𝘯𝘰𝘵 pressing me against your disgusting furniture. I can 𝘴𝘦𝘦 the layer of dust from here for goodness sake.”
“But A-Cheng~” Wei Wuxian said, full of grievance, with a drag of his name. “It’s been so long—“
“No.”
Jiang Cheng placed his palm on Wei Wuxian’s face to restrain him.
He narrowed his eyes in irritation when he felt the gross sensation of Wei Wuxian licking his palm. “We are not doing anything until we get this place cleaned up.”
Wei Wuxian made a strangled protest from his throat.
Jiang Cheng stepped around him and conveniently wiped his saliva-licked hand on Wei Wuxian’s pants.
“Boring,” Wei Wuxian complained to Jiang Cheng’s back.
Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow and looked at the abandoned vacuum cleaner on the floor. “You were 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 vacuuming.”
“Yeah! But that’s 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 you distracted me! And you didn’t let me into the shower.” Wei Wuxian pouted. “Little Wei Ying wants some fun 𝘯𝘰𝘸.”
Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. “How old are you?”
“Xianxian is 3!”
“小孩子 (little kid) should listen to their elders then.” Jiang Cheng went back into the bathroom where he recalled seeing Wei Wuxian’s cleaning supplies being stored and came out with a bucket.
“I’ll help. If we get this done before dinner…”
Wei Wuxian looked up from his bent position retrieving the vacuum cleaner.
“𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 I’ll suck your dick for dinner,” Jiang Cheng finished with a flirtatious smile.
He should not look seductive holding a bucket full of cleaning supplies at the door of Wei Wuxian’s bathroom but how could he possibly be otherwise in Wei Wuxian’s eyes?
“Promise?”
“No promises.”
“Awwww!”
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Jiang Cheng licked his lips clean as he pulled away, leaving a heavily panting Wei Wuxian slumped on the—now clean—sofa. He slowly massaged his aching jaw and cleared his throat a couple of times as he waited for Wei Wuxian to catch his breath.
Jiang Cheng leveraged his hands on Wei Wuxian’s thighs to pull himself up into a straddle position. The instinctive way Wei Wuxian placed his hands on Jiang Cheng’s waist to hold him in place made him smile softly.
“Good?” Jiang Cheng asked, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck. He nuzzled his face in Wei Wuxian’s hair. “Better than your 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥?”
“Ngh…” Wei Wuxian replied incoherently.
Jiang Cheng clicked his tongue and pretended to be insulted. He huffed and made a move to leave when a sudden surge of energy emerged in Wei Wuxian who quickly kept him firmly on his lap and used a hand to bring Jiang Cheng’s head down into a kiss.
The taste of Wei Wuxian’s spend still lingered on his tongue, and Jiang Cheng melted into the kiss, soft and slow, as they took their time to enjoy each other’s presence after years of separation.
“Idiot, there is no comparison,” Wei Wuxian said, running his thumb gently under Jiang Cheng’s left eye.
“Because I’m special?”
“Because you’re 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”
Jiang Cheng beamed, his eyes curving into an eye smile.
Slowly, he grinded his hips and chuckled at the groan that Wei Wuxian released. “Ready for desserts?” he asked in a whisper.
There was a glint in Wei Wuxian’s eyes and arms wrapped around his slender waist, and suddenly Jiang Cheng was in the air.
He yelped and held onto Wei Wuxian’s shoulders for balance, his legs wrapping around him as Wei Wuxian lifted him like he weighed no more than a feather, and marched into the bedroom.
Jiang Cheng was dropped unceremoniously onto the mattress, his body bouncing a little from the springs. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, spreading his legs slightly in invitation, and smirked at Wei Wuxian whose gaze was burning with desire.
Jiang Cheng shifted his weight onto one side and teasingly played with the hem of his jumper, lifting it up slightly, not quite enough for anyone to lay their eyes on the smooth milky skin beneath.
“Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian breathed, a warning in his tone.
“You first.”
Wei Wuxian took a deep breath before his shirt was thrown onto the bedroom floor in one swift motion.
Jiang Cheng shifted to the middle of the bed as Wei Wuxian stalked up to him like a predator hunting its prey, crawling over him covered in nothing but jeans unzipped and underwear pushed down just right for Jiang Cheng’s “dinner” earlier.
Wei Wuxian was not yet fully hard, but was more or less getting there. Jiang Cheng was no better, the tent in his shorts hidden underneath the bagginess of his jumper.
“Hello there,” Jiang Cheng said with a grin, looking up at Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian collapsed onto him in petty vengeance. Jiang Cheng let out an 𝘰𝘰𝘧 as the air was knocked out of him. He knocked his fist against Wei Wuxian’s back in retaliation.
Wei Wuxian pressed his lips against Jiang Cheng’s forehead and muttered, “There is no one in this world that can make me go as crazy as you do.”
As Wei Wuxian’s lips trailed down his face, over his eyelids and down to his jaw,
Jiang Cheng couldn’t help but needle him a bit more. “Not even your 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥?”
“Why do you keep bringing him up?” Wei Wuxian whined, rolling his hips against Jiang Cheng’s, relishing the hitch in Jiang Cheng’s breath as he did. “When we are like 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.”
“Because,” Jiang Cheng replied, letting out a soft moan when Wei Wuxian ran his hands underneath his jumper, the warm caress against his torso adding to his growing arousal.
“You went and got yourself a 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥. Such a bad 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, bad 𝘨𝘦𝘨𝘦, when I stayed loyal all these years.”
Wei Wuxian nipped at his earlobe, where a small red jewel rested in his ear stud, a gift from Wei Wuxian before they parted.
Jiang Cheng arched his back and tilted his head to the side, giving Wei Wuxian more access to his sensitive spots along the side of his neck.
“Bullshit,” Wei Wuxian joked, secretly swelling with pride.
His hands travelled further upwards, until they brushed against perky nipples. Jiang Cheng shivered at the touch and dug his fingers into Wei Wuxian’s back. “You learnt new tricks,” he teased, referring to the earlier blowjob.
His Chengcheng, 𝘩𝘪𝘴.
“Hmm–” Jiang Cheng hummed when Wei Wuxian attacked that one spot near the back of his neck. “You’re right. I lied.”
Wei Wuxian saw red instantly, lifting himself up and stared down at a mildly dishevelled Jiang Cheng.
Jumper rolled up to his collarbones, fair skin and toned yet lean muscles full on display, silky black hair spread out on the sheets looking like an angel without wings.
He made such an alluring sight underneath Wei Wuxian that it would have had him pounced upon in a heartbeat
if it wasn’t for the words that he had said.
“𝘞𝘩𝘰?” he asked, menacingly through gritted teeth. His fingers curled into the sheets as he balled his fists. The mere 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 of 𝘩𝘪𝘴 Jiang Cheng moaning in pleasure under another man sent him into rage.
He wanted to hurt, he wanted to 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭–
“Like you have any right to speak,” Jiang Cheng answered, effectively splashing cold water over Wei Wuxian, dousing his anger. “𝘐 didn’t get a 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.”
Right. Right, okay. Wei Wuxian sighed.
Jiang Cheng tugged at Wei Wuxian’s jeans with an annoyed ‘𝘵𝘴𝘬’. “Are we going to keep talking or get fucking, because it’s really starting to feel goddamn uncomfortable and any longer I’m going to lose interest.”
Wei Wuxian gasped in indignation, allowing Jiang Cheng to help him kick his jeans off. Now fully unclothed, Wei Wuxian hovered over Jiang Cheng who still had way too many pieces of clothing on. Thoughts of faceless men
touching his Chengcheng ran through his mind again and he growled, ripping Jiang Cheng’s shorts off, his cock that was straining against the fabric now lying freely on his belly, dripping pre-cum on the toned abs.
“I wasn’t expecting–𝘯𝘨𝘩!” Jiang Cheng moaned as Wei Wuxian took him in his hand and started to pump. ”A 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵.”
Sitting on the back of his heels, Wei Wuxian used his free hand to push Jiang Cheng’s left leg up, creating space so that he could situate himself
in between those long and slim limbs. He let Jiang Cheng’s leg rest on his thigh as he continued to pump slowly, watching the twists and turns in Jiang Cheng’s expressions as he reached forwards to play with the buds peeking out from underneath the younger’s jumper.
Wei Wuxian wanted so badly to wreck him, to show him who he belonged to, but they were not yet ready. He would never want to hurt Jiang Cheng after all.
Instead, he opted to latch his lips back onto Jiang Cheng’s neck, sucking and nibbling
at the soft flesh, drawing out cries from the younger.
“Wei–𝘢𝘩!--Wuxian! Don’t–𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘨–leave, 𝘩𝘢𝘩, any marks!”
Wei Wuxian narrowed his eyes at the protests and proceeded to suck harder on the spot at the bottom of Jiang Cheng’s neck, right where it meets his shoulder.
His hand stroking Jiang Cheng’s cock increased in speed, causing Jiang Cheng to squirm underneath him. Wei Wuxian held in a groan when Jiang Cheng’s movements caused his own erection to throb.
“Stupid, stupid!” Jiang Cheng kicked with his heels.
When Wei Wuxian did not relent, Jiang Cheng used all of his strength to push him away, batting at the hand wrapped around his dick, as he tried to catch his breath.
Jiang Cheng reached to his shoulder to touch the area Wei Wuxian was sucking furiously on and winced when it felt tender to the touch.
“You hate me!” Wei Wuxian gave an anguished wail.
He looked quite the miserable sight, dick standing upright against his stomach, arms crossed against his chest as he sulked in his naked glory.
Jiang Cheng took hold of his hands in a silent apology. “Stupid, did you forget who’s coming tomorrow?”
“Lan Zhan?”
“Yeah,” Jiang Cheng said with a roll of his eyes, “your 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥. What is he going to think if I show up with hickies all over my neck, I’m staying with 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”
“Why should he care,” Wei Wuxian grumbled, “you’re 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. I want to mark you as mine.”
“He thinks you’re his.”
Wei Wuxian squeezed Jiang Cheng’s hands, playing with the ring sitting on Jiang Cheng’s index finger. “I’m 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.” At the look on Jiang Cheng’s face, he reluctantly agreed. “Fine, fine! I can mark you where your clothes can cover right?”
Before Jiang Cheng could even nod, Wei Wuxian was diving back down onto him, trailing kisses down his chest and flicking his tongue against his nipples. Jiang Cheng raised his hands above his head and allowed Wei Wuxian to pull his jumper off.
Jiang Cheng looked down at the swirl of hair on Wei Wuxian’s head, watching the way Wei Wuxian was worshipping his body and his gaze zoomed in onto a small red mark on the back of Wei Wuxian’s shoulder. He kept quiet and slowly reached down to press on it, rubbing at the skin.
It looked like a bug bite from afar but Jiang Cheng knew better. He huffed and tugged on Wei Wuxian’s arm, pulling the other back up for a kiss. He kept his eyes open during the kiss, and when Wei Wuxian released to take a breath,
Jiang Cheng turned his head to the side to latch his mouth onto the spot, earning a confused sound from Wei Wuxian.
Jiang Cheng ignored him and 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, marking over the spot to replace it.
Wei Wuxian chuckled when he realised Jiang Cheng’s actions and rotated his hips, so that their cocks slid against each other, giving the friction they so greatly wanted.
They rutted against each other like they were teenagers experimenting in their old shared bedroom,
hands over each other’s mouth to muffle their moans, as Jiang Cheng’s parents and sister were on the other side of their bedroom walls.
Wei Wuxian gave Jiang Cheng a deep kiss, tongues swirling against each other as he swallowed Jiang Cheng’s cries.
Jiang Cheng placed his hands on Wei Wuxian’s chest and his fingers twitched uncontrollably as he lost himself in the sensations. Wei Wuxian murmured praises into Jiang Cheng’s mouth before sliding his lips down his chin, giving a cheeky little peck on his Adam’s Apple.
Jiang Cheng’s cries now echoed around the room unhindered, the sound like heaven in Wei Wuxian’s ears. He leaned back and grabbed Jiang Cheng by the hips, until his firm butt rested right where Wei Wuxian’s balls laid.
Jiang Cheng’s hands fell onto the bed by his sides as he breathed deeply, his body trembling after being edged close to completion, but failing to find its release.
“Do you have lube?” Wei Wuxian asked regrettably. His finger ran down the crack of Jiang Cheng’s ass, into the
cavern where the entrance was.
“In the suitcase,” Jiang Cheng croaked, his voice breaking mid-sentence. He flushed in embarrassment at his state and turned to the side, raising an arm to shield his face.
Wei Wuxian smiled and lightly slapped the globes of Jiang Cheng’s perky butt, causing the other to jolt, pre-cum flowing down his shaft. He was torn between going to get the lube and staying to admire the view before him but ultimately the knowledge that the lube was necessary to
to proceed any further helped him make his decision. Wei Wuxian stumbled over his jeans in his haste to return to Jiang Cheng and cursed under his breath. He heard a muffled laugh from the younger and shot a middle finger in response.
He found the lube quickly, his understanding of Jiang Cheng’s habits still strong and he raced back to the bed, throwing the bottle of lube carelessly onto the mattress. Wei Wuxian lifted Jiang Cheng’s leg and kissed the side of his ankle, returning to his previous position.
Jiang Cheng grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and helped Wei Wuxian stuff it underneath his lower back so that he was in a more comfortable position.
Wei Wuxian hurriedly uncapped the lube and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers.
A drop of lube fell from his fingers onto the tip of Jiang Cheng’s cock and the younger one gasped at the sudden coldness. Wei Wuxian looked away from the death glare aimed at him and rubbed his fingers together to warm up the substance.
He peered at the delicacy spread out before him and ran his slicked thumb against the rim.
“Get on with it already,” Jiang Cheng urged, kicking with his feet once again. Wei Wuxian grabbed the offensive appendage to keep him still.
“Patience.”
“Patience my ass, my dick is going to wilt by the time you’re done staring.”
“When will my baobei ever get a romantic bone in his body,” Wei Wuxian bemoaned but obliged and breached the tight furl with a finger.
It was so, so tight and warm—it was everything that Wei Wuxian missed and all he ever wanted.
“𝘕𝘯𝘨!” Jiang Cheng moaned with slight discomfort when Wei Wuxian wriggled his finger in deeper. He clutched the sheets above his head as Wei Wuxian continued to stretch him.
One finger quickly became two and Wei Wuxian tried to get Jiang Cheng to relax by putting some attention back onto his cock, slowly wrapping a fist around the shaft and rocking back and forth.
Jiang Cheng squirmed, sensitive, as he had been aroused for 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 but never found any release.
“Don’t make me cum!” he said through moans. “I want to come when you’re in me.”
Wei Wuxian felt blood rush to his lower body and his fingers jerked inside the other, causing a spasm to run through Jiang Cheng. “You—you can’t just say that all of a sudden, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss on Jiang Cheng’s collarbone, “A-Cheng, you really make
me go crazy.”
He twisted his wrist to get a better angle as he thrusted his fingers in and out and Jiang Cheng 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥. “I—I—𝘢𝘩, gege, please please 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦—“
Wei Wuxian could feel Jiang Cheng throb in his hand and he quickly squeezed the base of his cock, stopping the release in the nick of time. Jiang Cheng tossed his head back with a loud groan and Wei Wuxian muttered apologies into his skin.
“I’m ready!” Jiang Cheng begged.
Wei Wuxian shook his head, and kissed him slowly. “Not yet, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want to come, please!”
Tears of pleasure flowed out of Jiang Cheng’s eyes as he tried to chase his orgasm but Wei Wuxian’s grip on the base of his shaft prevented him from doing so. Wei Wuxian kissed the tears away and removed his fingers as he pulled back.
The ring of muscle twitched at the emptiness and Jiang Cheng panted, beads of perspiration along his hairline.
“You don’t want to come yet, just a bit more,” Wei Wuxian cooed, adding more lube onto his fingers before thrusting them back into the inviting hole.
He curled his fingers and had to hold Jiang Cheng down in place when the other jolted as he hit his prostate.
Despite how he was trying to keep calm and comfort Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian himself was on his last legs. The warmth and feel of Jiang Cheng’s insides sucking and wrapping around his fingers, the whines he was pulling out of Jiang Cheng
and the debauched 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 of Jiang Cheng before his very eyes was 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 enough to make him blow his load right then and there.
Wei Wuxian bit his bottom lip as he tried to keep his head steady, releasing the hold
he had on Jiang Cheng’s cock when he was assured that the other could refrain himself and rubbing his hand up and down Jiang Cheng’s belly in a comforting manner. It felt like 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 until he finally got Jiang Cheng stretched enough to accommodate three fingers.
He tested the stretch for a few moments before pulling out, and wiped the residual substance on Jiang Cheng’s butt. Wei Wuxian grabbed the bottle of lube and poured another generous amount directly onto his own dick, the chill made him shiver but he was too far gone to even think
much about it.
Wei Wuxian took a deep breath and positioned himself at the entrance of the hole. He could feel the ring of muscle clenching onto thin air against his skin, as though eager to 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳 whatever was going to enter.
Jiang Cheng released his death grip on the bedsheets and reached out his hands in front of him, seeking for some human touch.
Wei Wuxian slid himself 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 slowly, gentle despite his primal urge to shove himself in till the hilt in one go and 𝘳𝘶𝘵 into Jiang Cheng like a beast. As he did so, he took Jiang Cheng’s hands and intertwined their fingers.
It was intimate. It was 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
Wei Wuxian kept his eyes locked onto Jiang Cheng’s with each excruciatingly slow inch, until he could go no further. Jiang Cheng felt 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥, so 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 up like no one else could ever make him feel.
Wei Wuxian did not move, letting Jiang Cheng adjust. When Jiang Cheng squeezed his hands to let him know that it was fine, Wei Wuxian started off with small rocks, grinding his hips against the firm butt, before pulling out slightly to thrust shallowly.
He wanted to keep it slow and tender. It was their first time in a long time, and Wei Wuxian wanted to keep every single moment etched into his brain. Jiang Cheng was more impatient, clicking his tongue in between moans
when he wanted Wei Wuxian to go 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, to 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 him.
With his urging, Wei Wuxian’s actions became larger, setting a pace just right for the both of them, pulling out to the tip and sinking back into the warm tunnel in a single motion.
Their voices of pleasure bounced off the walls of the bedroom, and it did not take long for Jiang Cheng’s body to go taut, as he reached his completion, cum spluttering out of his cock and painting his abs and chest, in a voiceless scream.
Wei Wuxian had to think of some very unsavoury things to keep himself from following all too soon. Jiang Cheng had clamped down so tightly onto him, the walls of his back canal squeezed like their only goal in life was to milk Wei Wuxian of his cum.
He waited till Jiang Cheng stopped trembling, pressing kisses onto his skin and sucking on the sensitive nub on his chest, till it shone with spit.
“𝘏𝘢𝘩, 𝘩𝘢𝘩,” Jiang Cheng panted audibly, his chest heaving as he sucked in air desperately. “Fuck.”
Wei Wuxian took that as his cue and swooped in to kiss him fiercely, once again robbing Jiang Cheng of precious oxygen and resumed his thrusts, this time with a little more ferocity. Jiang Cheng released his hands to wrap around his neck, as he held on for dear life.
Wei Wuxian used that opportunity to crush Jiang Cheng against himself, a hand snaking in between their bellies to stroke Jiang Cheng’s cock.
“𝘕𝘯𝘨! Wait—𝘢𝘩! Sensitive!”
Jiang Cheng gripped onto his hair, which hurt Wei Wuxian’s scalp a little but he paid it no mind, entirely focused on chasing his pleasure and sinking and sinking into the depths of his love’s body.
“Wei Wu—𝘢𝘩𝘩—xian!”
“One more,” Wei Wuxian muttered, pecking Jiang Cheng’s nose, and eyelids. Jiang Cheng squirmed underneath him but Wei Wuxian was relentless with his hand and lower body, sending Jiang Cheng into overdrive. “Come on baobei, you can do it. My baobei, my good didi.”
Jiang Cheng’s eyes were red around the edges and Wei Wuxian’s heart could not stop thumping at the sight. Despite Jiang Cheng’s whines and complaints, his cock betrayed his words and started to harden under Wei Wuxian’s attention.
Before he knew it, Jiang Cheng was joining Wei Wuxian in chasing after their completion. He gyrated his hips up against Wei Wuxian’s downward thrusts and gasped when Wei Wuxian brushed against his prostate with each movement.
He never wanted this feeling to end.
The sounds of their movements were obscene, and would be able to make any eavesdroppers blush. The moonlight shone through the gaps of the blinds on the window, shining upon the pair of lovers like an embrace from the skies.
“A-Cheng, A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian repeated into Jiang Cheng’s ear as his breaths got heavier by the second.
Jiang Cheng shook underneath him and cried out Wei Wuxian’s name. He was close. So 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦.
Wei Wuxian grunted when Jiang Cheng clamped down on him again, so tightly he could barely move and just 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬. “Chengcheng, 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹.”
“I—𝘩𝘯𝘨—I 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵!”
“Just a bit more.”
“Stop, 𝘯𝘨𝘩, stop touching me, I’m going to—“
Wei Wuxian flicked the tip of Jiang Cheng’s cock with his finger, drawing a scream from the other before releasing his hold. He gripped the sides of Jiang Cheng’s waist and straightened his back,
lifting Jiang Cheng and pulling him back onto his cock. He could barely think, the feeling of himself sheathed within Jiang Cheng all too overpowering and Wei Wuxian simply wanted to 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥. He wanted to spill inside of Jiang Cheng, deep within, and stay there forever.
Jiang Cheng’s voice started to become more and more frantic, his fingers grasping onto Wei Wuxian’s hands by his waist, pressing little crescent shapes into his skin.
Wei Wuxian was no better.
When they came together, it was like a wave, crashing onto the sand.
Wei Wuxian collapsed onto Jiang Cheng, crushing him into the mattress as he pumped every last bit of cum he released into his body. Jiang Cheng’s spend was warm against their chest, and would get gross once it cooled but for now all they could do was lie there and 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦.
Wei Wuxian rolled and flopped onto his back beside Jiang Cheng the moment he could find the energy to untangle himself. He turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng, marvelling at the little spots that would soon bloom and remain on his skin for days to come.
“Ugh, I need to shower again.”
Wei Wuxian chuckled, turning onto his side to sling an arm around the slender waist, sneakily cropping a feel and kneading at the flesh. “We can go together this time.”
Jiang Cheng gave him the stink eye, knowing his hidden intentions. “No fooling around. I’m too tired.” A growl emerged from his belly. “And hungry.” He closed his eyes. “Just a bit longer. Let me rest for a while.”
Wei Wuxian smiled and pressed his lips against Jiang Cheng’s temple. “Okay.”
Who could blame Wei Wuxian later for going another round in the showers despite Jiang Cheng’s incessant complaints?
#xiancheng / #chengxian pt.2
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When Jiang Cheng first sees him in the crowd, he doesn’t pay much notice. Just another insignificant human amongst the sea of others.
He knows about him, having been informed by the club manager about a group of friends having a bachelor’s
Of course he knows the face of the man of the night.
Jiang Cheng performs as he always does, providing lip service and teasing to the viewers, and of course, he does the same to the soon-to-be-wed.
Their first encounter was nothing memorable nor special to Jiang Cheng.
So he really never expects what was to come.
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Bumping into Wei Wuxian, who should be off having a lovely honeymoon in his newlywed life, on the day of his supposed marriage was unexpected.
The sight of that lithe body spinning around that thin pole that should never be able to hold a human body up in the air so effortlessly like this has Wei Wuxian drooling unconsciously.
He’s at his bachelor’s party, celebrating his last night as
Yet in this very moment, ten seconds before the clock strikes twelve, he meets someone who takes his breath away—Wei Wuxian cannot even remember what he’s supposed to be doing the next day, let alone his soon-to-be husband.
Wei Wuxian only knows one thing.
He wants to know who the dancer is, to know his name, his birthday, his favourite colours, his favourite food, the things he likes, the things he hates—/everything/.
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Divorced chengxian modern AU who have shared custody over JL and JL stays with JC on the weekdays and WWX on the weekends. The arrangement works fine for a couple of years, WWX often subtly asking questions about how JC is doing to learn about
JC via JL and vice versa, but JC is more blunt and fierce with it—asking JL whether WWX’s house is a pigsty, did he make sure JL’s room was clean from dust? JL cannot afford to be sick!
One day, when JL is around 8 years old, he goes over to WWX’s as per normal but
there is another man in WWX’s house—whom WWX introduces to JL all cheery as his new BF, LWJ.
JL immediately turns on the waterworks and throws a tantrum about how he doesn’t want to stay with WWX and wants to go home.
What if WWX dies not long after GYT? Chengxian never reconciled.
LWJ meets a god that says he can help him with WWX’s regrets—WWX died with a lot of regrets in his heart and his soul would not be able to reincarnate this way. LWJ takes the offer and the god sends him
back in time with all his memories.
LWJ first hurries to pick WWX up from the streets, thinking that he has to save WWX from YMJ. WWX must come to GSL with him. It’s the only way to save WWX from his childhood sorrows (LWJ firmly believes in Cinderella WWX)
He takes WWX in. Keeps him in his room. Treats him specially. No one is allowed to get close to WWX without LWJ’s approval. He breaks all sorts of rules for WWX.
Because LWJ has his previous memories, he advances in his cultivation quicker than his past life—hailed to be a
LWJ has a great plan. Everything is meticulously prepared without a single chance for error.
Today is the day, he will finally propose to Wei Ying.
A beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands he arrives at the appointed destination.
LWJ comes to a still.
Wei Wuxian is seated where LWJ prepared. At the floating pavilion surrounded by thousands of lotus-shaped lanterns bobbing on the surface of the lake.
He isn’t alone.
Jiang Wanyin is on Wei Ying’s lap, his arms around Wei Ying’s neck, their faces too close to each other for LWJ’s liking. Wei Ying supports Jiang Wanyin by the waist, keeping him from falling.