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“What are you wearing?” Jiang Cheng asks his brother incredulously.
“Do you like it?”
“I thought you were scared of dogs.”
“I’m not a dog! I’m a fox, see?” Wei Wuxian turns around to show a bushy black tail tipped with white fur. They match the pointy ears atop his head, completing the vulpine look. “It’s really soft too!”
Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes in exasperation as he pushes Wei Wuxian’s ass out of his face. The brush against the tail does leave a soft trail along his hand, but he ignores that and continues scowling.
“And I got this for you!” Wei Wuxian shoves a delivery box into his hands. “I wasn’t sure if we should get matching outfits, but well, they only had one of these on sale, so I had to find something else since I think this would suit you better than me — “
“Why does it say my father’s name on the delivery address?” Horror tinges Jiang Cheng’s voice as he squints at the packaging.
“Well,” His brother starts, “I accidentally used the wrong account to order it.”
“This is on my father’s credit card?!”
“Yeah, but he probably won’t notice. I also had to go pick this up from the family house, but uh — don’t worry about all that! Just open it already.” Wei Wuxian quickly rips off the tape holding the flaps closed, all too eager to pull out the paper fillings.
“Oh, absolutely fuck no.” After one glance at the contents, Jiang Cheng throws the box at Wei Wuxian’s feet and runs back to his room. Nothing good ever came out of Wei Wuxian’s ideas, especially when they include Jiang Cheng in the equation. And of course, not when they included Jiang Cheng all dressed up in some skimpy outfit.
“Wait, A-Cheng!” Wei Wuxian scrambles after him with the box. “Please?!”
“A bunny suit? Really?” Jiang Cheng holds the latex atrocity up before throwing it back in outrage. “Is this some kind of sick joke to you, Wei Wuxian?”
“But it’s my birthday!”
“You think I don’t know that? With the way you wouldn’t shut up about it for the entire month leading up to it, the entire neighborhood knows about it too.”
Jiang Cheng scowls at his brother, who returns a grin to him. He glances down at the box again. The costume, with its shiny material, spills over the cardboard where Jiang Cheng had tossed it. Desperate to plead his case, Wei Wuxian reaches back into the box to pull out a headband with fluffy ears attached.
“Look! It even has cute ears.”
Jiang Cheng maintains his scowl and bats them away. Jiang Cheng is not wearing the damn costume.
Absolutely not.
Over his dead body—
Almost an hour of begging later ( "Please A-Cheng! Pretty please! I’ll do the dishes for a week — a month!” ) and with a headache starting to form, Jiang Cheng is pulling on a pair of sheer black tights and then the suit. That dreadful, embarrassing suit. At his neck sits a white collar with a small black tie. All that was left was the headband, and then Jiang Cheng was peeking outside of his room to glare at Wei Wuxian.
The man in question stands outside Jiang Cheng’s door, waiting with a pair of stilettos dangling from his hands. When he sees Jiang Cheng’s costumed appearance, his eyes shine with glee, promising trouble later.
"Where did you get those?"
"Don’t worry about that! Just put them on."
At this point, Jiang Cheng has no choice but to step into the shoes. They fit comfortably with the straps done up around his ankles, and then he’s taking a few cautious steps forward.
Click clack.
The heels tap down the wooden floors, and each step makes Jiang Cheng feel more confident in his balance. He takes a quick practice walk down the hallway, turning back at the end, and sees Wei Wuxian's lowered gaze snap back to eye level. His eyebrow raises in a silent question.
"Can you —" Wei Wuxian gulps. "Can you turn back around?”
Jiang Cheng grits his teeth and slowly faces the wall again. His hands gripped at his sides in seething anger and humiliation. He feels Wei Wuxian’s presence behind him, grabbing at the fluffy tail at the base of his butt.
"I could play with this forever. It’s so soft!" Wei Wuxian marvels at the faux fur, squeezing and playing with it.
"You literally have your own to fuck around with. And don’t we have to be somewhere?" Jiang Cheng wants to get the night over with. Too much of his skin is exposed, and the chilly October night is forming goose bumps along his arms.
"Hm? Yeah." Wei Wuxian is clearly distracted, focused on fiddling with Jiang Cheng’s tail. His hands wander to grab at Jiang Cheng’s ass as well, squeezing the round, well-developed muscles.
"Wei Wuxian!"
The offender dodges the slap aimed at his face and laughs as he runs out the door.
"Come on, A-Cheng!"
The club they frequented (read: Wei Wuxian frequented) was not known for being classy. But people did know how to party here. Sticky floors from years of spilled drinks, cigarette smoke inhaled with every breath, and flashing disco lights. Jiang Cheng wonders why he let himself be talked into coming.
Upon entering, many people notice them and come to congratulate Wei Wuxian with many birthday wishes.
"Wei-xiong! Happy birthday!" Nie Huaisang, with angel wings strapped to his back and a halo over his head, runs up to the two and clasps his hands around Wei Wuxian’s gleefully. "We were wondering when you two would show up!"
"How can I miss my own party?"
"Ooh, Cheng-xiong! Your costume is very—"
"Don’t mention it." Jiang Cheng cuts him off abruptly, not willing to address it at all.
Thankfully, Nie Huaisang takes it in stride and waves off the topic. He quickly goes back to bothering Wei Wuxian about his plans for the night, "—and I think Jin Zixuan said he would be late."
"Of course, the peacock would be!"
The conversation continues as Jiang Cheng shies away from the crowd, moving towards the bar instead.
“A-Cheng! Save me a seat at the counter too!” He faintly hears Wei Wuxian yelling behind him.
He knows it will be a while before the birthday boy can make an escape, so Jiang Cheng settles down in an open corner at the bar before calling for his order. A glance at the menu shows a Halloween special that looks sickenly sweet and right up Wei Wuxian’s alley. He orders that as well as his own drink.
Jiang Cheng nurses his drink as he waits for his brother to return. From his seat, he watches Wei Wuxian mingle and laugh with every person who approaches him. The club is packed on Halloween with people, many of them Wei Wuxian’s friends. Jiang Cheng’s brother had a knack for making connections and getting along with almost anybody. Unfortunately, Jiang Cheng did not inherit that trait, despite growing up with him. His prickly personality remains a point of contention with his parents, but well — today isn’t the day to think about those things.
He is so focused on the other man that he doesn’t notice someone sliding into the empty seat next to him.
“Hey.” The stranger calls out to Jiang Cheng. A glance over shows he’s wearing some kind of generic superhero suit with a mask. The obnoxious bright pop colors make Jiang Cheng want to roll his eyes.
“Seat’s taken, and I’m not interested.” Jiang Cheng is quick to respond, already knowing what type of man is trying to bother him.
“Aw, come on. Don’t be like that, little bunny.” Not even his brusque attitude deters the man from trying to hit on him. “How about a drink on me? Hm?”
“I already fucking said no.” He can’t let his irritation get to him tonight.
“I really like the ones that try to play hard to get, but let’s skip that tonight, baby.” A hand wraps around Jiang Cheng’s bare shoulder, and it makes him shudder with disgust.
Before Jiang Cheng can let his mouth run away from him and curse out the stranger, a third person joins them. The other man’s hand is roughly pushed away to be placed by another.
“A-Cheng!” Wei Wuxian pushes in very close to Jiang Cheng. “I got us a couple rounds of free drinks!”
“Took you long enough to come back. Would’ve thought you forgot about me if you had taken any longer.” Jiang Cheng does not melt into Wei Wuxian’s presence, but it’s close.
“Damn, you should’ve just said you were taken. Waste of my time.” The stranger scoffs upon Wei Wuxian’s arrival, forced to leave.
Wei Wuxian’s grip on Jiang Cheng tightens as he watches the man go with narrowed eyes. Jiang Cheng feels him relax only when the other disappears into the crowd near the other end of the bar.
"Asshole." Jiang Cheng spits. "What part of not interested did he not understand? Trying to blame it on me afterward, too? Fucking —" All the curses he very patiently held back flood from his mouth making Wei Wuxian laugh and laugh.
"My A-Cheng looks very pretty tonight, so I can understand why men covet what does not belong to them. How dangerous."
"Shut up!" He turns his glare to Wei Wuxian next. "And whose fault is that? This ridiculous outfit was your idea!"
"Don’t be like that, A-Cheng!" His brother presses a kiss to his cheek, leaving behind a sticky residue that tugged on his skin. Without thinking, Jiang Cheng immediately wipes his face, his hand coming away with a dark mark.
"What the fuck?"
"Nooo, don’t ruin my hard work! It has to be clear to everyone that you belong to someone!"
Upon closer inspection, Jiang Cheng notices that his brother has some form of lipstick on. With the club’s colored lights, it makes it difficult to tell what shade it is, but he does not doubt that there is now a kiss mark on his face like a temporary tattoo.
"I got it from Huaisang!" Wei Wuxian beams at him, pulling out the tube of lipstick. Jiang Cheng does not question why or when. Before his mind could even conceive another pointless thought, a second kiss is planted right next to the first, leaving behind another mark.
Possessive bastard.
"I wasn’t joking about those free drinks though. Bartender!" He waves down the man and fires off his orders for Yunmeng’s local specialty alcohol. The glasses slide down their way once they’re ready to be downed the very instant they reach the two men.
"Pwah!" Wei Wuxian knocks back a second glass. "Only Emperor’s Smile could beat this! It’s the only thing that would make me want to travel up to Caiyi."
"Don’t drink too much, too fast." Jiang Cheng cautions — not that it would do any good. "Also got you this earlier." He pushes the vibrant cocktail towards Wei Wuxian.
"Wow! A-Cheng, you really do love me!"
"Shut up and drink it."
"I thought I wasn’t supposed to drink too much, too fast?”
Jiang Cheng levels a hard glare at him, but it only makes Wei Wuxian laugh at him instead.
"Ha ha, don’t be like that A-Cheng!" Wei Wuxian sips the cocktail. "Wow! It’s good!"
The drink doesn’t last that long — not with the way Wei Wuxian downs alcohol like water. They find themselves enjoying each others’ company at the bar, ordering more and more. Jiang Cheng matched him drink for drink, round after round.
After some time has passed and innumerable shots, Wei Wuxian shoots upright and yells, "Wait, I like this song!"
"What—?!"
Before Jiang Cheng can fully question the sudden outburst, he’s hauled out of seat. His brother pulls him by the arm excitedly towards the music.
"Jiang Cheng, let’s dance!"
From wall to wall, the strobe lights paint the club in flashing red. The tiled dance floor grips the soles of Jiang Cheng’s heels, making him work for each step. He can’t be bothered to pay it any more mind as the deep bass thrums throughout his body. With the alcohol loosening his inhibitions, Jiang Cheng could almost say he is enjoying himself.
His brother is close behind him, tucked neatly against his back. Wei Wuxian’s arms are wrapped around Jiang Cheng possessively. For a few drifting moments, it’s just them and the music. They’re pushed deeper into the throng of people, adding to the dense heat from the crowd.
"A-Cheng, I…!" Wei Wuxian mumbles into Jiang Cheng’s hair, barely audible. His words are lost to the music as the tempo picks up, the DJ switching songs to have everyone losing themselves to the beat. Jiang Cheng doesn’t have the chance to question what Wei Wuxian wanted before he’s pulled even closer.
"Dance with me?” Wei Wuxian says into his ear over the music. It sends shivers down Jiang Cheng’s spine, but he already finds his body rolling against Wei Wuxian’s. And his brother responds by running his hands down his torso, then back up, and up, pulling both of their arms into the air. Their hips sway to the beat — Wei Wuxian more enthusiastically so. Wait—
Fucking bastard was pressing his hardening cock against Jiang Cheng’s back. A glare over his shoulder meets Wei Wuxian’s knowing smile. Shamelessly, Wei Wuxian grinds into the cleft of Jiang Cheng’s ass, letting out a sultry moan as he does so.
"Wei Wuxian!"
"Yes, A-Cheng?”
His hands slide back down to where Jiang Cheng’s suit cups loosely around his chest. Incredulously, Jiang Cheng feels Wei Wuxian squeeze his finger into the slight gap between his chest and the bodice piece, groping him and pinching his nipples.
Gasp.
"What are you doing?!" Jiang Cheng's hands fly to meet Wei Wuxian’s, grabbing them through the suit. He is rewarded with another rolling pinch of his sensitive nubs. Unable to resist the teasing simulation, he lets out a low moan. Was it too loud? Is it too much to hope that nobody heard him? It clearly didn’t matter to Wei Wuxian as he only got handsier, one hand back on his hip, guiding Jiang Cheng backward.
A delirious heat threatens to overtake him as Wei Wuxian pulls him flush against his crotch. Brother fucker. He could not be serious.
Looking back at his brother, it’s clear that he is serious by the suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. Jiang Cheng could blame his willingness to participate in such brazen activity on the alcohol or the special occasion of Wei Wuxian’s birthday, but in the end, he allows himself to push back onto Wei Wuxian as a silent form of consent.
In the sea of faceless people, nobody pays them any attention. The thrill of getting caught excites Wei Wuxian while setting Jiang Cheng’s nerves aflame. With the rhythm moving their bodies, they grind against each other. Slowly, steadily — each roll of their hips makes it difficult for Jiang Cheng to hold back his moans. He’s lucky that his voice is lost to the earblasting music. Wei Wuxian is equally as affected, cock growing harder and thrusts more, now uneven. Wandering hands follow all over the lines of his body, tracing along the edges of the bunny suit that is beginning to feel more and more constrictive.
Jiang Cheng feels dizzy with the adrenaline running through him. Despite how scantily clothed he is, he feels so hot, as if he has a fever. If anyone turned their head towards them now, would they even realize that Wei Wuxian was rutting against him like an animal in heat? Wait, do foxes go into heat— Jiang Cheng is jolted out of his momentary distraction as Wei Wuxian grabs at his chest again, touching and squeezing every handful he can.
"A-Cheng— I can’t—!" The grip on Jiang Cheng tightens as a low groan goes directly into his ear and down to his belly. Wei Wuxian is the only thing keeping him upright, holding him tight against his own body as he desperately ruts against Jiang Cheng.
"I want to put my cock in you so bad, A-Cheng." Wei Wuxian moans into his ear. "I'm so glad you wore this costume for me. You’re so good to me A-Cheng."
Instead of a proper response, Jiang Cheng surges forward to kiss Wei Wuxian desperately, turning him around and pressing them back together as if he couldn’t bear to be separated for even one second. He can no longer pretend to remain unaffected by their wantonness.
"Bathroom?”
Jiang Cheng doesn’t remember answering, but he's never been able to say no to his brother before. Everything is a blur as they push through the crowd, passing by angels, devils, and nurses. Wei Wuxian drags him hand in hand through the hallways until they reach a bathroom tucked around a corner.
Jiang Cheng is slammed into the wall in their rush to get into the space. Wei Wuxian immediately distracts him from the fleeting pain by following him and pressing a searing kiss into him. It’s desperate and hungry in every way Jiang Cheng needs and wants. Oh, how he wants. The second he parts the seams of his lips, Wei Wuxian takes the opportunity to sneak his tongue in to explore the crevices of Jiang Cheng’s mouth and slide across his teeth. Jiang Cheng allows Wei Wuxian to kiss him and kiss him and kiss him until he’s pushing himself away to catch his breath.
His lungs heave in air as they separate, but Wei Wuxian won’t let him go. There is still a tight, possessive hold around his waist as Wei Wuxian leans his head in to lick and nibble marks onto his unblemished skin. Jiang Cheng is sure that by the time they’re leaving the building, he will be forced to find something to hide the new purple collar Wei Wuxian is attempting to suck around his neck.
“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng clutches the back of the other’s head, twisting his fingers into his hair. “Did you—hngh—lock the door?”
There is a brief pause as they both glance at the door. Wei Wuxian shrugs, “Sure.”
“Sure—? Did you or not —!” Jiang Cheng is cut off as Wei Wuxian bites particularly hard on his collarbone. "Ah! Stop biting me, you animal!"
“I did. I did!” Wei Wuxian reassures him. "And I’m your animal, yours." His hands fiddle with the zipper on the back of Jiang Cheng’s suit, keeping his waist snatched. In seconds, he finds the end and pulls to loosen the entire outfit. It’s shoved down past Jiang Cheng’s hips, and he sighs with the liberation of pressure suffocating his ribs and his cock. The spandex of his tights is stretched obscenely, a wet spot forming where his cock strains to stand upright.
"No underwear, Chengcheng?" Wei Wuxian licks his lips. "I didn’t know you could be so avant-garde."
Wei Wuxian fumbles around to grasp his cock through the tights. Broad, quick strokes jerk it once, twice before releasing him again.
"I couldn’t with this damn suit!" Jiang Cheng snaps.
"Well, at least that makes this easier." The tights are pulled over his arousal, and Wei Wuxian is back to jerking off Jiang Cheng languidly.
Jiang Cheng gasps and arches his back, pelvis thrusting forward to seek stimulation before he can help it. He feels adrift, with the only thing that can bring him back ashore is — “Wei Wuxian!”
“A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian growls. “You can’t be showing this face to anyone else.”
He claws up to grab Jiang Cheng’s chin and jerks his head towards the mirror sink next to them. Now forced to contend what he has been avoiding this entire time so far, Jiang Cheng is still too embarrassed to see the debauchery they were performing. But he has no choice but to follow Wei Wuxian’s whims and stare at his own flushed face, blush high on his cheeks, and framed by stray hairs that escaped from his bun. His bite-swollen lips are red, a drying trail of saliva at the corner. Somehow, the stupid bunny ears headband has managed to stay atop his head.
"My cute little bunny, A-Cheng."
Jiang Cheng is getting sick of being pushed and pulled around by Wei Wuxian, but he can’t complain when their lips meet again. The kiss is soft, almost apologetic for how rough Wei Wuxian has been. At least, it starts that way before it becomes more teeth and wetter than anything else.
“Mine.”
Wei Wuxian is beginning to look wolfish instead of the fox he’s dressed up as, and the searing look sends heat pooling into Jiang Cheng’s gut. His cock leaks and twitches, drawing Wei Wuxian’s gaze back down to it. He licks his lips as he follows his way down Jiang Cheng’s body onto his knees.
“Even this,” Wei Wuxian says as he grabs the base of Jiang Cheng’s cock. “Is mine.”
Jiang Cheng whimpers when Wei Wuxian bends down to kiss his tip, tongue laving at the precum beading there. He continues teasing and sucking along the shaft, leaving Jiang Cheng in tears. He needed more, but he had too much pride to beg.
Wei Wuxian was not above begging.
“A-Cheng?” Wei Wuxian coos. “Be good for gege?”
Jiang Cheng has no time to react as Wei Wuxian envelops his cock with his warm mouth. In their youth, fumbling through their first sexual experiences with each other, they had quickly found out that Jiang Cheng had a terrible gag reflex, but not Wei Wuxian. And he absolutely loved taking advantage of that in order to pleasure Jiang Cheng into a near sobbing mess.
Hands disappear into Wei Wuxian’s hair, winding through the strands as he bobs up and down Jiang Cheng’s length. Jiang Cheng whimpers and cries as Wei Wuxian has his way with him.
It takes Jiang Cheng almost no time at all to reach the edge after all the touching and teasing, ready to spill into Wei Wuxian’s mouth.
"A-Xian—! Please!" He needs —
The door suddenly bangs open, startling both of them. Bolting upright, Wei Wuxian is quick to cover Jiang Cheng with his whole body before whipping his head around to glare at the intruder. Jiang Cheng is shocked, cold dread drenching his body in panic at being caught. Over Wei Wuxian’s shoulder, he recognizes the intruder as the garish superhero trying to hit on him earlier at the bar.
"What the fuck."
The hot shame rises higher in Jiang Cheng’s throat and threatens to spill past his teeth. He has never felt more disheveled than before now. He’s struggling to breathe as he distantly hears Wei Wuxian snarl, "Get out!" Jiang Cheng wants to laugh.
The door slams shut, and there’s a definitive click of the lock as Wei Wuxian turns it. Too late. Jiang Cheng thinks hysterically. The unwelcome sludge of emotions roils through his body as he tries to get his outfit back in order.
"This was a mistake." His tights are ripped up beyond recognition, while the suit itself is fine, he can’t quite get his arms behind him to zip himself back up. Then he feels the zipper break off his back, and with a mocking clink, it hits the tiled floor— Oh no. In his frustration, he can’t control the first sniffle or the tears that threaten to spill down his cheeks.
"No, no. A-Cheng. Look at me!" Wei Wuxian tenderly cups his face, but he doesn’t want to look his brother in the eyes. "He’s gone now. It’s okay!"
His arms fly out, pushing his brother away from him.
"It’s okay? You think this is okay?!” Jiang Cheng explodes in righteous fury. "You said you locked the damn door!"
Wei Wuxian winces. At least he realizes his own wrongs. But it's not enough for Jiang Cheng.
"I didn’t even want to be here! I didn’t want to wear this stupid outfit!" Jiang Cheng rips the headband off his head and throws it at his brother. It bounces off his chest and hits the ground.
"A-Cheng —" Wei Wuxian tries to move forward, arms opening up to hold Jiang Cheng. But Jiang Cheng only moves back, hitting the wall behind him hard as he scrambles for distance.
"No, no! You can’t 'A-Cheng’ your way out of this one! I’ve put up with enough of this tonight! Fuck you!"
Jiang Cheng wipes at the tears still falling down his face. He feels ridiculous. He looks ridiculous. The only thing still remotely intact from the complete bunny suit is the white collar and black tie around his neck.
Wei Wuxian flounders — arms awkwardly held up, uncertain if he’s allowed to touch Jiang Cheng.
All of Jiang Cheng’s anger slowly fades away, looking at Wei Wuxian’s dejected look — drooping ears, and tail between his legs. Ridiculous. Pathetic. Yet the same could be said about Jiang Cheng for being too easily lenient and forgiving of Wei Wuxian’s mistakes.
"You are so lucky—" Jiang Cheng whispers, staring resolutely at the floor. I love you goes unsaid, but they both hear it clearly.
"Jiang Cheng!" Wei Wuxian takes the olive branch quickly, sweeping him up into a hug and pulling him tight. "It won’t happen again, I promise."
Jiang Cheng scoffs as he rests his head on Wei Wuxian’s shoulder. Liar. Wei Wuxian’s promises amount to nothing when they come to Jiang Cheng. Nevertheless, he lets himself be comforted in the moment, tears drying.
"Can we kiss?”
"Since when did you start asking for permission?” Jiang Cheng mumbles half-heartedly. He tilts his head upwards and pouts, allowing Wei Wuxian to steal away a tender kiss and another. Wei Wuxian takes his time pressing his silent apologies and reassurances onto Jiang Cheng’s lips. The kisses grow heavier, harder — eventually, Wei Wuxian is slipping his tongue into Jiang Cheng’s mouth and deepening their kiss.
Jiang Cheng frowns as he shifts his feet, a twinge of pain shooting up his legs.
Wei Wuxian notices his discomfort, quickly asking him, "What’s wrong?"
"My feet hurt from these damn heels. I’ve been standing in them all night."
Wei Wuxian glances downward, contemplating. And then for the second time that night, he sinks down to his knees at Jiang Cheng’s feet. He reaches out with his hands to steady himself on Jiang Cheng’s calves.
"What are you doing now?” Jiang Cheng asks him warily. The exhaustion is beginning to catch up to him, leaving him craving for their bed with Wei Wuxian obnoxiously sprawled over him.
But tonight Wei Wuxian is at his feet, staring up at him with a fond smile. In the background, they can still hear the music thrumming through the rest of the club — a world away.
"Helping my dear didi." Wei Wuxian responds to him, unstrapping Jiang Cheng’s heels and massaging his legs. He carefully rubs his thumbs into the soles, making Jiang Cheng feel the warmth rekindle inside his core. Fingers skim up and down massaging at Jiang Cheng's calves, ankles, and heels. Each point of contact helps soothe and drag Jiang Cheng back into the headspace they had been in before they were interrupted.
Wei Wuxian rises on his knees, trailing his hands further up to rest on Jiang Cheng’s hips. Jiang Cheng whimpers when Wei Wuxian presses a kiss to his thigh. He mouths at Jiang Cheng’s cock through the ruined suit, wetting the fabric. Jiang Cheng sighs as Wei Wuxian attentively sucks and fondles him. His cock fills out again quickly, still on edge after previously being torn away so close to an orgasm.
"A-Xian," Jiang Cheng can’t bother holding on anymore, already impatiently worked up. "I need you— Hurry —"
These words make Wei Wuxian stand and rip Jiang Cheng’s clothes off him immediately. The flimsy suit hits the ground quickly, but Wei Wuxian has no patience to deal with the sheer tights — tearing holes where he can reach instead. Jiang Cheng also hastens to unzip his brother’s pants, struggling with the belt buckle. His fingers scrabble at the leather and metal until finally he’s pulling his prize free. Jiang Cheng wastes no time in jerking Wei Wuxian off, spreading the precum down his shaft. His fist pumps up and down before it’s ripped away, and he’s being turned around, now forced to put his sticky hands on the wall instead.
"Open your mouth, A-Cheng."
Jiang Cheng barely parts his lips before Wei Wuxian’s shoves his fingers between them. He's barely able to hold back his bite, obediently coating the digits in saliva. Just as suddenly, those fingers are jerked out of his mouth before circling his clenching entrance.
"Relax."
"I am!" Jiang Cheng bites back. He’s definitely not relaxed enough, but it doesn’t matter when he needs Wei Wuxian touching him now.
Wei Wuxian's other hand is resting on Jiang Cheng’s hip, rubbing circles into his skin comfortingly. And then he feels the first breach into his rim. Jiang Cheng jerks forward — a touch too dry — but Wei Wuxian holds him in place firmly. It goes in slowly to the first knuckle, but it’s not enough for Jiang Cheng. This time, he takes initiative and inches backwards, trying to push it in further.
"More—! I need you—" Moaning, Jiang Cheng is at his wits’ end. Any other time, he would be too embarrassed to beg, but he’s been close to the edge for too long. If he doesn’t get to come right now, he fears that he will start crying again. "Gege!"
Wei Wuxian immediately pushes the rest of his finger in, pulling it out, cruelly taking it back, only to push a second in alongside it. It’s definitely too soon, too fast, and not enough wetness to ease the way — but Jiang Cheng bears through it anyway. There’s a desperation pumping through his veins, and he needs Wei Wuxian.
"Fuck." And it seems like Wei Wuxian feels the same as he plunges his fingers in and out of Jiang Cheng in a scissoring motion. After another few minutes, there’s a third working its way in. The digits curl, brushing against Jiang Cheng’s prostate. Good. It feels good. It’s going to have to be enough —
"Hurry! I need — I need—!" Jiang Cheng is panting, barely able to hold himself up against the wall under his hands.
Jiang Cheng suddenly feels so empty as the fingers are wrenched away, leaving him clenching around nothing. He doesn’t have any time to complain before Wei Wuxian's blunt head is pushing at the ring of muscle, popping inside and making him moan with sheer want.
"I've got you." Wei Wuxian reassures him. He’s holding up Jiang Cheng with an arm around his waist as he feeds his cock in the rest of the way slowly, slowly.
Poor Jiang Cheng whimpers when Wei Wuxian finally sits flush against his ass. They’re both breathing hard, Wei Wuxian crushing Jiang Cheng under his weight.
"Didi, you’re so tight." Wei Wuxian groans.
"Move, please—!" Jiang Cheng gasps. More, more—! "Gege!"
Hearing his cries, Wei Wuxian wastes no time pulling out and thrusting back into Jiang Cheng. He’s careful with the first couple of thrusts before increasing the pace with each one. Before long, he’s slamming him with his cock, snapping his hips forward. Each drag against Jiang Cheng’s insides has him moaning before long, especially when Wei Wuxian starts hitting deep inside, making him see stars with each thrust. The heat pools and coils deep inside him, his own cock hanging heavy and dripping precum. Jiang Cheng thinks he might also be drooling, but he can hardly care.
His moans echo around in the bathroom, unrestrained. They grow in volume and intensity as he gets closer and closer to a climax. Jiang Cheng couldn’t care less if someone else walked in on them right now, all his attention focused on Wei Wuxian fucking him — Wait, why did he stop? He had been so close again. No, no, no! Jiang Cheng keens, his eyes flying open, throwing a questioning look over his shoulder.
"Wha—" He gasps.
Wei Wuxian picks him up without pulling out, and Jiang Cheng feels momentarily weightless, only able to feel where they’re still connected. The instant Jiang Cheng’s feet hit solid ground again, he looks up and stiffens in shock.
They’re back in front of the mirror, Jiang Cheng’s hands gripped around the sink for balance. And he looks perfectly debauched. Wei Wuxian’s earlier hickeys have fully bloomed around his neck, purple and red. All his clothes are gone, only the tights are left with holes shredded through them. Wei Wuxian stands behind him, most of his clothes still on, eyes half-lidded. Oh yeah, and there’s a bit of saliva dripping out of Jiang Cheng’s open mouth.
"You are so pretty, Cheng-di." Wei Wuxian groans. "Did you know that?"
"Shut up and keep fucking me." There’s no bite in Jiang Cheng’s voice, higher than usual from his arousal.
Wei Wuxian chuckles but complies. His fingers dig into Jiang Cheng’s hipbones, lifting his body higher to better angle himself deeper inside. This time, nothing is stopping Wei Wuxian from brutally pistoning in and out of Jiang Cheng.
"Ah— Hng—!" Jiang Cheng can only hold on for dear life while Wei Wuxian has his way with him. Despite his embarrassment, he also can’t bring himself to look away from their sinful reflection. The little ears still atop Wei Wuxian’s head flop back and forth in conjunction with his movements. From time to time, Jiang Cheng can see the foxy tail swinging into view from behind him. He’s watching his brother fuck him like the animal he’s dressed up as. It shouldn’t turn him on more than he already feels, but it does.
"You are really so perfect. The best birthday gift I could’ve asked for —!" Wei Wuxian keeps babbling as his thrusts get more erratic. The sound of skin slapping against each other fills their ears, intermingling with their voices. Jiang Cheng is nearly at the end of his rope, ready to ejaculate at any given moment.
To his surprise, it’s Wei Wuxian who exhales sharply and then he’s stuttering against Jiang Cheng. Thrusting hard and spilling inside Jiang Cheng, he comes with a shout. He rides out his orgasm, pushing his thick seed deeper into Jiang Cheng. This pushes Jiang Cheng over the edge with a violent shudder, arching his back and curling his toes as he finally, finally comes. The force of his release has Jiang Cheng blacking out temporarily, succumbing to utter pleasure.
When Jiang Cheng comes back to himself, he feels Wei Wuxian pulling out of him, dripping cum down his thighs. He’s completely spent, barely able to stand on his wobbly legs. Very stubbornly, Jiang Cheng keeps his gaze downwards, not willing to look at his reflection again.
Thankfully, he doesn’t have to, as he’s being turned around. Wei Wuxian leans in to give him a kiss.
"We are not doing this ever again." Jiang Cheng grumbles. He wrinkles his nose in displeasure when Wei Wuxian only grins and presses more kisses onto him. "Wei Wuxian! I’m serious! I never want to fuck outside our bedroom again!"
"Aw, don’t say that, Chengcheng!" Wei Wuxian bundles him into his arms intent on smothering him with a hug. "Wasn’t it fun?”
"No! You crazy exhibitionist! Someone actually walked in on us!" Jiang Cheng struggles to break free of his brother. "What are you going to do about that?”
"Ah..." Wei Wuxian pauses to think, letting Jiang Cheng slip free. "It’s probably…fine."
"I’m going to kill you."
"Don’t be like that!"
"Wei Wuxian," Jiang Cheng suddenly realizes something in alarm, "I have no clothes!"
"Ah…" Wei Wuxian sheepishly scratches the back of his head. "Here you can take my jacket!"
Once Jiang Cheng is zipped up, the jacket's just barely oversized enough to cover him midway down his thighs. He bends over to gather the rest of his tattered clothing, getting rid of the evidence of their coupling. It entices Wei Wuxian to reach under and grab his ass again. Jiang Cheng slaps his hands away with a frown. "Stop it!"
"What a shame about the costume though." Wei Wuxian pouts. "I had this whole plan and everything. I really wanted to fuck you with the ears on and bully you before breeding you full of kits."
"You are a fucking menace." Jiang Cheng deadpans. Nevertheless, he spots the mentioned bunny ears on the floor where he had thrown them. He picks them up and glances at Wei Wuxian’s gleaming eyes. Worrying the bottom of his lip between his teeth, Jiang Cheng makes up his mind.
"If we go home right now," he begins slowly, a blush rising on his cheeks. "We can still… do that…"
It’s worth seeing Wei Wuxian light up before he immediately starts pushing Jiang Cheng out of the bathroom.
"Let’s go then!"
The rest is a blur — Jiang Cheng only remembers running back out through the club and ending up back in their shared apartment. By the end of the night, Jiang Cheng has been fucked within every inch of his life, thoroughly tired out.
And after? Once they’re cleaned up, they go about their nightly routine. Wei Wuxian throws a leg over Jiang Cheng and carefully wraps him up in his arms. Jiang Cheng sleepily leans up to kiss Wei Wuxian goodnight, only to and hoarsely mumble, "Happy birthday, A-Xian."