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Of all the places Wei Wuxian had stayed, Cloud Recesses was by far the nicest. Not in extravagance, nothing could compare to Nightless City on that, though Lanling tried, but the hospitality offered by the Lans was far beyond anything he expected.
After he left the Jiang’s estate, at barely eighteen with nothing but the clothes on his back, Wei Wuxian had stayed in nearly every major Clan’s ancestral home. The Unclean Realm had been fun, but he was always on the move, Nie Huaisang exhausting him beyond belief every day. That visit had lasted mere weeks.
In Lanling, he’d been one of more than a dozen; just another faceless person living off what little good will the Jins had to give. Despite the opulence of Golden Carp Tower, he’d been shoved into a sparsely furnished shared room that was closer to the army’s barracks than anything else. Wei Wuxian had lasted a week there before moving on.
After that, he’d spent over a year bouncing around smaller clans— Yao, Ouyang, He, a dozen others— before making it to the capital. There were endless positions to fill in Nightless City, and Wei Wuxian may not have been one of the nobility, but he had been raised amongst them. Being not only well-dressed, but also educated, should have been his ticket into the palace. State exams, endless positions within someone’s household, being a companion for bored nobles, or even a highly trained guard, he could have done anything.
He did manage it, inserting himself with his persuasive tongue into some lesser Lord’s household for a few months. Life had been good, the best it had ever been.
Except.
First, it was Wen Chao, using his position to abuse everyone around him, and Wei Wuxian’s conscience would not let him sit by and just watch the atrocities happen. Then, when he was already being watched, the Jins arrived. He tried to keep a low profile, but the peacock’s idiot cousin had noticed him. The final nail in that coffin had been the rumors and the letter from Lotus Pier.
Wei Wuxian fled in the middle of the night, selling what trinkets he could as he got as far from the capital as possible.
Which would be Gusu, and one of the clans he had been avoiding. Not for anything bad, but rumors of their rules, of the rigid, ascetic lives they lived, were not for Wei Wuxian. Not that it would have been an option, since they never opened the gates for anyone without a good reason. Companionship and entertainment for young, bored nobles was not a good reason.
Yet, it was there or trying his luck with joining the imperial army. He was rather skilled with a blade, but, like Nie Huaisang, he preferred a life of leisure.
He had been in Caiyi for three days, down to his last bit of coin, and contemplating whether it would be worth trekking up the mountain to try his luck or fleeing to the nearest outpost, when things changed.
Shouts erupted around the marketplace, and a child was screaming.
“My son!” a woman screamed over the noise.
A group of men, dragging a handful of children with them, fought their way from the crowd. Wei Wuxian didn’t wait before dropping the jar of Emperor’s Smile and giving chase.
It wasn’t an abnormal thing; slavers and bandits were rampant throughout the empire. They were a problem everywhere, even in Nightless City, despite it having been outlawed decades ago.
Caiyi, however, was right beneath Hanguang-Jun’s nose. That anyone dared to have the audacity to do this right beneath the man's nose was pure insanity. The small city was said to be the safest place anyone could be, with the Lan’s army acting as the city guard. Yet, when they were needed, not a single soldier in blue and white appeared. Not in the market, or through the streets, and Wei Wuxian ran, shoving past people and through various stalls.
“Stop!” he yelled over the noise.
One of them turned to look back, and ushered his companions down a dark, narrow alley. That led to a dead end, trapping them between a wall and Wei Wuxian.
Seven on one.
Even with the wall and the narrow space, the odds should have been against him. The cruel smirk on their faces said the slavers believed that. Unfortunate for them.
Before throwing him into the streets, Wei Wuxian had been trained alongside his adoptive brother in all forms of martial arts. His sword, the only thing he’d managed to take with him, sang as he unsheathed it, and a maniacal smile spread across his face.
“Hand the kid over, and I won’t hurt you too badly,” Wei Wuxian taunted.
“What’s a skinny little thing like you going to do?” one of them growled.
Wei Wuxian laughed. “Looks can be deceiving, didn’t you know that? Give me the kid, now!”
“Cocky little shit. Pretty too, I bet you’d fetch a pretty penny — for the right customer.”
He didn’t give the man a chance to say anything else, and leapt forward with a sound of disgust. The mouthy one went down first with a spray of blood. Two more.
The next one was a better fighter, twice Wei Wuxian’s size, and this time, two of them came at once. Sweat poured from him as they moved around the small space. His muscles strained as he struggled to keep up. It had been years since he’d raised his sword in anything more than a spar with lazy noble boys. As the two advanced on him, giving him less space to use his speed and agility against them, he started to think that maybe this was a bad idea.
Each block was harder, the impact jolting his whole body.
A flash of white out of the corner of his eye and a loose stone were all it took to break his concentration. Wei Wuxian stumbled, and the pommel of one of their swords hit his head with a crack.
His vision went dark for a second, and he thought everything was over. The next blow never came. Instead, there were more shouts, the ring of blades crashing, then silence.
Gentle, calloused hands tilted his face up. “Are you okay?” a man with a deep, smooth voice asked.
“I’m fine! The kid! Is the kid okay?” Wei Wuxian said frantically.
“The child is fine. My men are escorting him back to his mother.”
“Oh, okay. That’s good.”
“You are injured,” the man said, then scooped Wei Wuxian into his arms.
The choice of whether or not to go to Cloud Recesses was taken away from him, as he was carried to a healer at the top of the mountain. Thankfully, the blow to the head and some shallow cuts were his only injuries. The doctor told him he was incredibly lucky.
Upon finding out he had nowhere to stay, he was then given a room and invited to stay until he recovered.
That was three months ago, and Wei Wuxian had made no attempt to leave. As long as he followed the rules (or pretended to, since no one had yet discovered the stash of alcohol beneath his floorboard) the Lans put no effort into kicking him out either. His days were spent lounging around the gardens, splashing through the streams and ponds, or browsing through the expansive library.
No duties were assigned to him, and yet, every luxury was given at his request. Clothing, food, even spending money was handed to him. It was bliss.
Of course, Wei Wuxian was who he was, and often found himself at odds with various people for sneaking into the kitchens, being too loud, or even finding his way to the nursery and disrupting the children. Yet, instead of a punishment, he was redirected away from trouble with not a single word of reprimand.
It wasn’t until two weeks into his stay that he learned why. Hanguang-Jun himself had saved him in that alley, and it was on his word that Wei Wuxian was allowed to stay. No one was willing to go against the decorated general’s word and toss Wei Wuxian out on his ass. So, he stayed.
And the longer he stayed, the more he pushed the boundaries of what he was allowed to get away with. Drinking on the roof at midnight, well past the haishi curfew, setting a pair of bunnies loose in the library, inciting general chaos with the children.
He rarely, if ever, saw Hanguang-Jun, the man busy training his men or handling matters for the estate. They dined in silence with one another once a week.
“Are you enjoying your stay?” Hanguang-Jun would ask him.
“Yes,” Wei Wuxian would say, then launch into stories of what he had been up to.
The only contribution the man would give was “Mn,” but he would let Wei Wuxian speak until the food arrived.
At first, Wei Wuxian had been quiet, unsure. Hanguang-Jun hardly spoke, his beautiful face impassive, as if it really was made of the jade he was so often compared to. He was as intimidating as his reputation.
Twenty years Wei Wuxian’s senior, he was a war hero who earned his title for almost single-handedly stopping the war that killed Wei Wuxian’s parents. Hanguang-Jun had been his idol, and he had been disappointed to learn the man rarely ever left Cloud Recesses the one time the Jiangs took him to the capital. That first meal had him stuttering his thanks and afraid to speak.
He was gorgeous, stern, righteous, and everything Wei Wuxian aspired to be, had his life not gone the way it had. And it was just the two of them, dining alone.
He got used to it, though, slowly letting his natural exuberance take over, and gaining more confidence when the man let him speak.
Time passed, and the gentle summer folded into freezing winter, and Wei Wuxian spent less and less time wandering the grounds, preferring to stay indoors.
A winter storm had hit, making it impossible to even make it from his generous room to the library, and Wei Wuxian let his laziness win out. The braziers were lit, filling the room with warmth, as Wei Wuxian soaked in the steaming water brought for his bath. In the middle of the afternoon, with snacks and a jar of wine within reach. Truly, it was the most indulgent thing he’d ever done.
He drank and sank deeper into the tub, letting his thoughts wander about what would come next, or if he could stay forever, when the door slammed open.
“Wei Wuxian,” Hanguang-Jun bit out loudly. His usual gentle voice was harsh and strained.
Angry footsteps echoed across the empty, messy room as he stalked in. The screen blocked him from view, but the waves of anger radiating off the man were palpable in the air.
“Hanguang-Jun?” Wei Wuxian asked, slowly climbing from the tub.
“Show yourself. Now,” Hanguang-Jun said.
“One second!” Wei Wuxian yelled, searching for his clothes.
When he remembered that he had stripped his clothes away and brought nothing behind the screen, he smacked his face with his hand. There was absolutely nothing to cover up with!
“Uh! Hanguang-Jun! I forgot — Could you wait outside for just a moment?” Wei Wuxian said loudly with a small laugh.
“No. Come out. Now, Wei Wuxian. I will not ask again,” Hanguang-Jun snapped.
Wei Wuxian poked his head around the screen. “But, uh… I’m naked and I don’t have clothes,” he explained.
Hanguang-Jun turned to look at him. Everything about him was as immaculate as usual. From his inky hair held up with a silver guan and the ribbon across his forehead, to the blue and white robes. The only thing out of place was the piece of paper crumpled in his fist and the cold glint in his usually warm golden eyes.
Breath catching in his throat, Wei Wuxian stared back, refusing to shrink beneath the icy glare. Or, at least, any more than he already was, hiding behind the screen, soaking wet and freezing. After the last couple of years, he thought he didn’t have any shame left.
“Can you just, leave for two minutes so I can dress? Or, like, turn around, at least?” Wei Wuxian asked. “Really, I thought you Lans were proper about everything! Doesn’t barging into my room violate at least one of your fancy rules?”
Hanguang-Jun didn’t say anything. Nothing about his expression or stance changed, but the words had barely left Wei Wuxian’s mouth before Hanguang-Jun grabbed him. A yelp left his mouth as large fingers dug into the soft skin, and he was pulled from behind the screen.
“What has gotten into you? Why are you doing this? Let go! Hanguang-Jun, Hanguang-Jun! Really! It hurts!” he screeched, trying to pull away.
Yanking and pulling, Wei Wuxian tried to get out of Hanguang-Jun’s bruising grip as he was dragged across the room. Then, as quickly as he grabbed Wei Wuxian, Hanguang-Jun let go. The abrupt change sent Wei Wuxian crashing to the floor.
“What is wrong with you?” he shouted as tears filled his eyes.
All of this was so unlike the man he had come to know. Hanguang-Jun’s reputation might be terrifying —if one were a soldier under his command or an enemy — but he had never once treated anyone within the estate with anything but a distant formality. While he had never been rude or unfriendly, he’d allowed Wei Wuxian to do as he pleased without complaint. He had always spoken to Wei Wuxian gently, even if the formality remained. This, though, was completely unexpected, and it terrified Wei Wuxian.
Nothing had changed, as far as he was aware.
“Why are you doing this?” Wei Wuxian asked.
Still, there was no response. Hanguang-Jun’s cold eyes just stared at him.
He should get up, face man eye to eye. Despite how much younger he was than Hanguang-Jun, how much smaller physically, they were at least the same height. On the other hand, remaining on the floor meant that he could hide his… nakedness from the older man.
Wei Wuxian paused for a moment. Why his state of dress seemed to be an issue was a ridiculous notion. They were both men! Hanguang-Jun may be a General, but he no doubt started out as a soldier; he’d probably seen more naked men than Wei Wuxian could count.
Wei Wuxian stood up. “You obviously have a problem, so fucking answer me!” he said.
Hanguang-Jun just looked at him, letting his cold eyes run across Wei Wuxian’s naked skin. It felt judging, cruel and cold. He could only imagine what the other man was seeing. In the two and a half years since he left Lotus Pier, Wei Wuxian had grown soft, pampered. Lean muscle gave way to a softness in his lithe frame, and despite being trained, he was a far cry from any swordsman Hanguang-Jun saw on a regular basis.
Still, he didn’t shrink back under that gaze. He let Hanguang-Jun look. Let him judge what he saw.
Cocking his head to the side, Wei Wuxian asked again, “Well? Are you going to say anything or just stand there and stare at me?”
Still, nothing.
“What is wrong with you? You barge into my room, demand my presence, refuse to let me dress, and now you say nothing? Why are you so mad! Say something, you asshole,” he said, moving forward and shoving the man.
Or, at least, he tried to. Hanguang-Jun didn’t even flinch. He did grab Wei Wuxian’s wrists in a tight grip, though.
“Why did you come here?” he asked.
“Why did I — I didn’t come here! You brought me here!” Wei Wuxian said. “Let go of me!”
“I brought you to Cloud Recesses, yes. Why did you come to Gusu?” he asked, voice clipped.
“I was just passing through,” Wei Wuxian said, with a sinking feeling in his chest.
He glanced at the paper crumpled in Hanguang-Jun’s fist. There was no way the rumors she spread could have reached this far. Even if they had, Lan did not gossip; it was one of their many, many rules. And yet, not once since they met, had Hanguang-Jun asked a single question about who Wei Wuxian was or why he was in Gusu. Until now.
“Did you orchestrate it?” Hanguang-Jun asked.
“Orchestrate what?” he asked, heart pounding in his chest.
“Our meeting. The child.”
“The child? What… no? I don’t… why are you asking me this?”
Wei Wuxian stopped struggling to get free and stared in confusion.
“I received a letter,” Hanguang-Jun told him.
“About me? I’m nobody. Whatever it says, it isn’t true,” he pleaded.
“You are not Wei Wuxian, formerly a servant to the Jiang clan,” Hanguang-Jun asked.
A servant, that’s what she always called him. He was a ward, brought in as a child to act as a companion to Jiang Cheng after his parents passed. His parents, who had been close friends of the Jiang Clan Leader. And who had been thrown out the moment she decided he was more trouble than he was worth.
“Yes, but —“
“And did you not steal from them, and a dozen other clans, too?”
“No! I didn’t do anything! Hanguang-Jun, please. Look, I’ll just… let me get dressed and I’ll go. You’ll never have to see me again,” Wei Wuxian begged.
Where he’d go was a mystery, but there had to be somewhere beyond her reach.
“I will only ask once more, why did you come here?” Hanguang-Jun asked.
“I don’t know! I was just looking for somewhere to stay!”
“Wei Wuxian.”
“I was going to leave! You’ve never opened your gates for anyone! I was going to find somewhere else to go, and then the fight happened, and I woke up here, and you let me stay!”
“Mn,” Hanguang-Jun said.
He dropped the letter and wrapped both arms around Wei Wuxian’s waist. Unbalanced and afraid to fall, Wei Wuxian grabbed onto his shoulders, fingers digging into the silk as it wrinkled beneath them.
“Do you want to leave?” he asked.
“No. I want to stay,” Wei Wuxian said.
“Why?”
“Hanguang-Jun?” Wei Wuxian asked, confused. The question made no sense. He’d never once thought about why he stayed, not when there was nothing useful for him to do. There wasn’t a need of holding the appearance of being useful.
“Lan Zhan,” the man said. The ice in his eyes gave way to a searing heat.
“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian asked, his voice unsteady.
“Mn.”
Then Hanguang-Jun — Lan Zhan — hauled him closer until their bodies were pressed together, the only thing separating them was the layers of the older man’s robes.
Wei Wuxian gasped. He was going to be kissed, his first kiss!
He wasn’t. Instead of pressing their mouths together, Lan Zhan pressed his mouth to Wei Wuxian’s throat, teeth digging in. His tongue lapped at the moisture still on his skin as if he were dying from thirst.
High-pitched moans echoed in the room as Lan Zhan licked every last drop of water from his skin. He licked, and bit, and kissed every inch of skin he could reach. A warm mouth closed over Wei Wuxian’s nipple, teeth digging in, and he screamed, hips bucking in Lan Zhan’s hold.
“Lan Zhan! Fuck. Don’t bite! It hurts,” Wei Wuxian whined as pleasure raced through his veins.
"Mn,” Lan Zhan hummed around his nipple, and the vibration felt like lightning.
Lan Zhan kept his mouth there, biting, licking, sucking and sending any coherent thought Wei Wuxian had left scattering. His other hand slid up, from where he was holding Wei Wuxian’s waist, to pinch his other nipple. Lan Zhan squeezed tightly, rolling the bud between his fingers.
A high-pitched moan fell from Wei Wuxian’s mouth as his head dropped back. The only thing holding him up was Hanguang-Jun.
He was achingly hard, his cock bouncing with every thrust of his hips. Absolutely nothing had ever felt so good.
The clean scent from his bath washed away under the sandalwood scent of Hanguang-Jun. It invaded everything, surrounding him in nothing but Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan.
He chanted the name over and over, begging and pleading, as the older man worshiped Wei Wuxian’s skin with his mouth.
Then he switched sides, biting hard on Wei Wuxian’s nipple, and the pain had him screaming. The sound bounced off the walls, echoing in his ears. Never had he heard himself sound so desperate. So wanton.
There was no time to think about the noises Hanguang-Jun was wringing from him, because the next second, his calves hit the bed, and he was being shoved backwards. He hadn’t even realized they’d been moving, too lost in the sensations of Hanguang-Jun’s mouth.
Landing with a soft “oof” onto the plush bed, he looked up to see Hanguang-Jun wasting no time, climbing on the bed with him, kneeling at Wei Wuxian’s feet. Still dressed, a hunger so sharp shone from those golden eyes that Wei Wuxian forgot how to breathe.
His face was flushed, the tips of his ears bright red, and the usual blank harshness of his face had given way to something softer. Except for where Wei Wuxian held onto his arms twisting the fabric in his hands, everything about him was still pristine. Nearly everything. The ribbon across his forehead was slightly crooked.
The man gazed down at him, not appearing to care, taking in every inch of the body laid out before him. Wei Wuxian itched to hide away, not let him see. His body, though, seemed to be in disagreement, because his thighs fell open, exposing the most intimate parts of him.
Hanguang-Jun growled, and reached out to spread Wei Wuxian’s legs farther apart.
“Hanguang-Jun!” Wei Wuxian cried in embarrassment.
Calloused hands ran up his legs, ghosting across his thighs, and Hanguang-Jun’s mouth followed. Bruises were sucked into his skin from ankle to thigh. A viscous bite was sucked into the juncture of his hips.
Keening, Wei Wuxian’s back arched off the bed, and his hands flew to Hanguang-Jun’s hair, tangling into the inky locks. He never would have thought pain could feel so good. It happened again, and Hanguang-Jun’s cheek brushed his leaking cock, smearing precome across his cheek.
Fuck, Wei Wuxian thought, eyes drifting close. That slight touch and the sight alone were going to make him come.
“Eyes open,” Hanguang-Jun demanded, his voice rougher than Wei Wuxian had ever heard.
His eyes flew open to see the man staring up at him, pink lips slightly parted, from between his legs, face inches from his cock. Wei Wuxian groaned.
“Beautiful,” Hanguang-Jun murmured. “Keep watching.”
His hands continued up Wei Wuxian’s body, and as Hanguang-Jun’s fingers pinched back down over his nipples, his warm, wet mouth sank down on Wei Wuxian’s cock. All of it, all the way to the root.
He shrieked inhumanly, stars exploding behind his eyes, and thrusting his hips up. Wei Wuxian’s hands yanked at Hanguang-Jun’s hair, pulling it loose.
The man let him, bobbing his head as Wei Wuxian mindlessly fucked up into it. His hands continuously tweaked at Wei Wuxian’s nipples. If he didn’t stop soon, Wei Wuxian was going to come down his throat embarrassingly quickly.
Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. “Hanguang-Jun! Lan Zhan! Lan-er-gege,” he begged, tugging on the man's hair, trying to pull him away. “Please, please! I can’t. I’m going to come.”
Hanguang-Jun pulled away, and Wei Wuxian whined at the loss. He was so close.
Prying Wei Wuxian’s hands from his hair, Hanguang-Jun yanked the ribbon from his head. In the blink of an eye, his wrists were bound together tightly and pressed above his head.
“Do not move,” Hanguang-Jun ordered.
Then his mouth was back on Wei Wuxian’s cock. He suckled at the tip, lapping up the dripping precome. His tongue flicked across the head, dipping into the slit, and Wei Wuxian mewled. When he tried to buck up into the feeling, Hanguang-Jun’s arm moved across his hips, pressing him into the bed and pinning him there.
Free to do whatever he wanted, Hanguang-Jun did just that. His tongue swirled around Wei Wuxian’s cock, tracing the veins. He’d swallow him down, and when he came back up, he’d go back to licking the top. Every few times, he took Wei Wuxian fully into his mouth; his teeth lightly grazed along the shaft, just the barest hint of pressure.
It shouldn’t have felt good. It did. It was maddening. Unable to do anything to chase the feeling, Wei Wuxian thrashed above where he was held, babbling nonsense as he begged for release.
“Lan-er-gege, Hanguang-Jun, please. I need to come! Please! It’s too much. Gege, please!”
“Then come,” Hanguang-Jun said, and he once again swallowed all of Wei Wuxian in one go.
He came down Hanguang-Jun’s throat, vision going black, and howling in pleasure. Hanguang-Jun took all of it, not a single drop spilling from his lips.
Then, before Wei Wuxian’s vision came back, he was crawling up his body and pressing their mouths together. Forcing his tongue past Wei Wuxian’s lips and spitting what was left of the come into his mouth.
He hadn’t thought of what come would taste like before now, let alone his, but the bitter saltiness flooding into his mouth had him moaning. Hanguang-Jun kept feeding it to him, too, and Wei Wuxian had no choice but to swallow or drown. His cock twitched weakly as more and more was forced into his mouth.
When Hanguang-Jun finally pulled away, he could feel it dripping from the corner of his mouth. Wei Wuxian wondered how much he could have possibly come for there to be so much.
Hanguang-Jun licked it away slowly, as if he was savoring the taste.
“Delicious,” he rasped.
Somehow, after all of that, Wei Wuxian still blushed, heat spreading from his face all the way down his chest. Finally, he began to squirm beneath Hanguang-Jun’s eyes.
It didn’t make any sense, how he was still so turned on, after coming so hard. Down a man's throat, his benefactor’s at that! Wei Wuxian never thought anyone, let alone someone like him, would look at him like that. Like Hanguang-Jun still was.
He wanted to kiss the man, a real kiss, this time. His arms were pushed back down, though, when he tried to bring them up and loop them over the man’s neck.
“Stay,” Hanguang-Jun whispered, the words tickling across Wei Wuxian’s face where they were still pressed closely together.
“Hanguang-Jun?” Wei Wuxian asked, his voice quivering as much as his body.
“Stay, Wei Ying,” he repeated.
The only thing he could do in response was whimper at the use of his name.
Hanguang-Jun smirked at him, and it was devastating. Then he was sliding down Wei Wuxian’s body, mouthing at the skin. He was everywhere, silk, calloused hands, and plush lips touching every inch of Wei Wuxian where he was spread out beneath him.
Gasping at every touch, the only thing Wei Wuxian could do was lie there.
Places he never thought about were explored. Hanguang-Jun’s mouth ghosted past Wei Wuxian’s spent cock. He yelped, trying to jerk away.
Hanguang-Jun smiled against his skin and grabbed his thighs to keep him from moving.
“Stay still,” he ordered.
“Ha-Hanguang-Jun?”
“Be good for me, Wei Ying,” he said.
“W-what? Hanguang—“
The name came out in a strangled scream as Hanguang-Jun sank his teeth into Wei Wuxian’s thigh.
Not letting Wei Wuxian have time to think, to gather his scattered thoughts, Hanguang-Jun pushed his legs so far apart that his hips began to ache. A solitary finger slid between his cheeks, pressing against his hole.
Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened, and he tried to pull away.
“Hanguang-Jun! I—You —you can’t!” he screeched.
“I said, do not move,” he growled.
He pressed the finger forward, forcing its way past the tight ring into Wei Wuxian’s body. It burned and stretched. He whined and begged as it went farther and farther, past one knuckle, then two, until the thick finger was all the way inside of him.
“Hanguang-Jun! Lan Zhan! Please! We can’t!” he cried.
“We can. Relax, Wei Ying,” he said, and began thrusting his finger.
As if moving on their own, and without his permission, Wei Wuxian’s hips moved, meeting those thrusts. He added a second, then a third, and Wei Wuxian cried out.
“It’s too much!” Wei Wuxian whined, tears beginning to spill down his face. His cock was hard again, begging to be touched.
Hanguang-Jun wasn’t even looking at his face, though. Wide, golden eyes stared in rapture as they watched his fingers slide in and out of Wei Wuxian’s body with a wet squelch.
Calloused fingers moved relentlessly inside of him, as if searching for something. They brushed across something that made him see stars, and Wei Wuxian bit his lip to keep from crying out. At that, Hanguang-Jun seemed to find what he was searching for and crooked his fingers to press against that spot.
Wei Wuxian screamed. “Hng! Hanguang-Jun! Daddy, please! I-ungh.”
Smirking, he did it again. And again. Over and over.
“Daddy, touch me, please. Lan Zhan!” he babbled mindlessly.
“Daddy, huh?” Hanguang-Jun mocked, his eyes growing impossibly darker.
How he caught that, Wei Wuxian didn’t know. He didn’t even realize he said such a shameless thing.
“I— I don’t— I didn’t mean, mmpfh, I — Hanguang-Jun,” he tried to explain, but he couldn’t catch his breath with how quickly Hanguang-Jun’s fingers were moving. He kept pressing that spot, and Wei Wuxian couldn’t form a single coherent thought.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
“Daddy,” Wei Wuxian panted.
“Good boy,” Hanguang-Jun said.
He took his fingers away, slowly sliding them out, and leaving Wei Wuxian’s stretched-out hole feeling empty as it clenched around nothing.
“Daddy,” he whimpered pathetically.
Hanguang-Jun sat back on his knees and began shoving layers of silk aside — there were so many of them — then he was pulling his cock out. His monstrous, easily the size of Wei Wuxian’s forearm, cock, that was purplish-red and weeping.
“It’s too big! It won’t fit! Daddy, it’ll break me. Hanguang-Jun! I can’t,” he wailed, shuffling away.
Hanguang-Jun yanked him back into place and shoved a pillow beneath Wei Wuxian’s back.
“Wei Ying can take it,” he said.
He shifted forward, and Wei Wuxian sobbed, squeezing his eyes closed, as the head pressed at his hole, bullying its way inside.
“Tight,” Hanguang-Jun grunted.
He didn’t move slowly to give Wei Wuxian time to adjust; just one long, smooth thrust until he was fully seated, and Wei Wuxian was impaled on it.
A small sound, something between a hiss and a sigh, escaped from Hanguang-Jun as he sat there, filling Wei Wuxian up. The pressure inside of him hurt, stretching things he wasn’t sure were meant to be stretched. He was so deep, and Wei Wuxian was sure he could feel that massive cock all the way into his throat.
“Open your eyes,” Hanguang-Jun demanded through a raspy voice.
Wei Wuxian obeyed.
Hanguang-Jun was hovering over him, arms braced around Wei Wuxian’s shoulders, and his face inches away. Thick lashes hid the gold from Wei Wuxian’s view as the man stared down at where their bodies were joined together. He followed that gaze downwards.
White silk from Hanguang-Jun’s clothes surrounded them. Beneath it all, Wei Wuxian lay, looking smaller than he ever thought he could underneath the man’s powerful body. Then his eyes saw what Hanguang-Jun was staring at, and he let out a wounded mewl.
Outlined beneath the skin of Wei Wuxian’s stomach was that monstrous cock. It poked out, and Wei Wuxian swore he could see it pulsing as Hanguang-Jun strained to keep from moving.
When he managed to drag his eyes back up, to look away from such a lewd sight, Hanguang-Jun was staring at his face.
“Beautiful,” he said.
Then, he started moving, sliding his cock out, and slamming back in. Wei Wuxian moved with him, meeting every merciless thrust.
Sweat poured from both of them. Wei Wuxian tried to wrap his legs around Hanguang-Jun's waist so he had something to hold on to, but the silk made it impossible to keep them there. Every movement had the bed creaking, and Wei Wuxian was sure it would give out at any second.
He sobbed mindlessly, begging “Daddy,” and “Hanguang-Jun” over and over until his voice grew hoarse.
Every cry of “Daddy” earned him a vicious thrust that never failed to press against that infuriatingly delightful spot.
Silk slid roughly against his own cock, and it had him begging for release.
“Daddy, I need you to touch me, please. I want to come, Daddy. Hanguang-Jun! Please let me come!” he wailed.
“Then come,” Hanguang-Jun told him, moving his hips faster.
He mouthed at Wei Wuxian’s cheek, sliding warm lips down his neck to suck on the flesh. At the same time, he brought a hand up to pinch at Wei Wuxian’s nipple.
It was too much, and Wei Wuxian came with a scream, white come spurting all over Hanguang-Jun’s robes and smearing across his stomach.
Hanguang-Jun hissed as Wei Wuxian’s hole twitched around his cock, but he didn’t stop moving. Not even for a second. He kept moving, pumping his hips until Wei Wuxian was completely spent.
As he lay there, trying to catch his breath, Hanguang-Jun finally pulled out, forcing a soft cry from Wei Wuxian.
He was still hard, too. Wei Wuxian looked at that monstrous, weeping cock, covered in a slick shine.
“D-daddy?” he asked uncertainly.
He couldn’t take more. He’d been used up already.
“On your stomach,” Hanguang-Jun told him.
“Huh?” Wei Wuxian asked stupidly.
In one smooth motion, Hanguang-Jun flipped him over onto his stomach and hauled his ass into the air. One hand stayed on his hip, fingertips digging in, and the other pressed against Wei Wuxian’s neck, forcing his head into the sweat-damp pillow.
Then he was filling Wei Wuxian up again, cock driving back into his twitching hole. Unable to do anything but take it, Wei Wuxian clawed at the sheets.
All of his begging and pleading were muffled by the pillow; it didn’t stop him from talking, though.
“Hanguang-Jun, Daddy, please. It’s too much! Mercy! Mercy! Please!”
“Shut up,” Hanguang-Jun told him.
Using the grip on Wei Wuxian’s waist, Hanguang-Jun moved him, forcing him onto the cock and pulling him back off at a rapid pace. At this angle, every thrust jolted his entire body, and it was so deep. Wei Wuxian felt as if he were a mindless doll that only existed for Hanguang-Jun’s pleasure.
The thought had his cock filling again, and almost immediately, another orgasm was ripped from him. In the aftermath, his body was left oversensitive. Every place Hanguang-Jun touched felt on fire.
His hole quivered around Hanguang-Jun’s cock.
“It hurts! Daddy, daddy, please, it hurts!” he screeched into the pillow.
Growling, Hanguang-Jun put more pressure on his neck, his next thrust harsher as he leaned down.
“Shut up,” he growled into Wei Wuxian’s ear.
Then his mouth was back on Wei Wuxian’s neck. He seemed determined to cover it in bruises. Wei Wuxian cried as he nipped at the sensitive flesh.
His hand slid down toward Wei Wuxian’s chest, and the next second, he was hauled upwards to sit on Hanguang-Jun’s lap. His head leaned back against the man’s shoulder as he let Hanguang-Jun use him, babbling nonsense the entire time.
Hanguang-Jun let him babble, bouncing Wei Wuxian on his cock.
“Don’t. Hanguang-Jun — Daddy!” Wei Wuxian begged as Hanguang-Jun began playing with his nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. The hand on his hip slid across his front to wrap around his soft cock.
Wei Wuxian screeched at the touch. “Daddy, daddy, no! Hanguang-Jun! I can’t.”
Then, “No more, no more,” he sobbed as Hanguang-Jun began pumping his hand. It hurt as his cock once again filled out.
“Yes more. Be a good boy for Daddy,” Hanguang-Jun hissed, mouth right next to Wei Wuxian’s ear.
He licked across the shell, sucked at the lobe. His hand was pumping in time with the thrust of his hips. Hanguang-Jun’s fingers wouldn’t stop torturing his nipple.
“I can’t, Daddy. Hanguang-Jun. I can’t. It hurts,” he chanted feebly.
Hanguang-Jun’s mouth moved down, clamping down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, teeth digging in painfully. His monstrous cock pulsed as his hips began to stutter. Teeth dug in, and Hanguang-Jun erupted inside of him, filling Wei Wuxian with white-hot come.
As he followed him over the edge, painfully, with nothing but faint dribbles spilling out of him, Wei Wuxian’s vision went black.
When he came to, his back was resting against Hanguang-Jun’s bare chest, and they were in the bathtub.
“Welcome back,” Hanguang-Jun said.
Wei Wuxian blushed. How he had it in him to still be embarrassed after what they had just done was a mystery, but he did.
“Hi,” he squeaked.
“How do you feel?” Hanguang-Jun asked, pulling him closer.
“I’d feel better if you’d kiss me,” Wei Wuxian said boldly.
“Mn,” Hanguang-Jun said.
Then he tilted Wei Wuxian’s face back and pressed their lips together. It was sweet, softer than Wei Wuxian expected, and he melted into it.
When they finally pulled away from one another, the water had grown cold, and Wei Wuxian asked, “Why did you let me stay? All those months ago? Did you want to do this to me then?” Wei Wuxian asked.
He thought Hanguang-Jun only tolerated him at best, too polite to kick him out with no real reason. If that letter had never arrived, would things have continued on as they were, he wondered.
“Wei Ying is…” he paused, as if searching for the right word.
“Wei Ying is what, Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian asked, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face. “Do you think I’m beautiful? You want to sleep with me every day? How long did you want to take this poor man’s virginity?”
“I love you, Wei Ying,” Hanguang-Jun finally said.
Still smirking, Wei Wuxian said, “I love you too,” then he lowered his voice and whispered, “Daddy.”
Hanguang-Jun’s pupils contracted in want, and Wei Wuxian cackled loudly.
Water sloshed over the edges of the tub, soaking the floor as he was hauled out of the tub and shoved against the wall, and Hanguang-Jun devoured his mouth.
Wei Wuxian didn’t even get a chance to admire Hanguang-Jun’s body when the kiss finally broke. He was shoved to his knees.
“I have a better use for your mouth,” Hanguang-Jun told him.
“Daddy? Do you like it that much when I say it? Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” Wei Wuxian mocked.
“Suck, until you forget what words are and you choke,” Hanguang-Jun said, and shoved his cock into Wei Wuxian’s open mouth.
Maybe, just maybe, he should have quit while he was ahead, but Wei Wuxian couldn’t regret it as he let Hanguang-Jun, his Daddy, use his mouth. Hanguang-Jun could use him however he wanted, every day, as long as he held Wei Wuxian after.