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Sizhui couldn’t sleep. He was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling of the dormitory overhead. Today had been his eighteenth birthday, meaning he’d officially come of age.
He smiled to himself. It had been a nice day. His friends had all been here: Ouyang Zizhen and Jin Ling had come over especially for him and of course Jingyi had stuck to him like a vanquishing talisman to a demon spirit. Wen Ning had joined the festivities and even though Lan Qiren had seemed… well, unhappy with that arrangement, he hadn’t mentioned it, for his grandnephew’s sake. Baba had made helped make him a birthday dinner and thanks to A-Die’s intervening, it hadn’t scalded everyone’s mouth and throat, and both they, uncle Qiren and Bofu had had tears in his eyes when they wrote him down in the book of succession as the official heir of Gusu Lan.
There had been presents too. A precious jade pendant to hang from his waist, carved into the shape of a flame, reminiscent of his birth as a Wen. A scroll of advanced spells for the guqin, as well as new strings. A new forehead ribbon with the same emblem as his father and uncle and a silver guan to indicate his new status, taken from the family vault. It had belonged to Lan Weishu, a Lan ancestor who’d been lost to the clan for some time when a spell backfired during a war time battle in the far West. He wandered the Jianghu and became a renowned cultivator in his own right before being reunited with his family and continuing his pursuit of greatness. Sizhui had accepted the guan with great pride.
He had almost fallen asleep when he was nudged against the shoulder, opened his eyes and found Jingyi standing next to his bed.
‘Sizhui!’ he whispered. ‘Come. I have a surprise for you.’
‘Now?’
‘Yeah now!’
Sizhui knew better than to argue with Jingyi, and shaking his head, he threw the sheets aside and stepped out, grabbed a robe and followed his friend outside. Once they’d exited the dormitory, Jingyi took Sizhui’s hand in his and squeezed it, holding on tight while he led him along the quiet pathways of the Cloud Recesses. To Sizhui’s surprise, he was being led to the Cold Pond.
‘Jingyi,’ he said softly. Lan Jingyi looked aside, smiling boyishly.
‘Yes, Sizhui?’
‘What are you planning?’
He grinned. They’d reached the silent lake and he stopped walking, took both Sizhui’s hands in his. ‘I’ve prepared a little something,’ he said, ‘for you. If you want...’ He pulled Sizhui towards himself, their mouths found each other effortlessly. Sizhui let himself melt into Jingyi’s embrace and groaned against his lips as his lover’s hands roamed over his thin robe and remained resting on his ass, squeezing him through the fabric. He could feel Jingyi getting hard and ground himself against him, getting aroused himself.
‘Is this your surprise?’ Sizhui joked, as they broke the kiss so they could both catch a breath.
‘What, you don’t like it?’
He chuckled. ‘I love it.’
‘Good.’ Jingyi grinned, widely. ‘I thought this might be the ideal occasion to err… take things to the next level.’
Sizhui’s mouth went dry. They’d experimented a bit, here and there: kissing, fondling, putting their hands on each other and making each other come. Jingyi had taken directions from a spring book and tried his first blowing Sizhui about a week ago in the Forbidden Section of the library, also at night. It hadn’t been perfect – they both agreed there was probably some technique to be refined – but sharing the experience and the experience itself had been an amazing start.
‘You want to…?’
‘If you want?’
Sizhui could feel the heat rise to his cheeks and pool in his crotch simultaneously. ‘I do. I really do!’
Jingyi kissed him again and kept dotting his face with kisses while his hands descended to the closure of Sizhui’s robe. He slowly untied the lacing. Sizhui hooked his hands underneath the waist band of his sleeping trousers and pulled them down as Jingyi did the same for himself, then they embraced and ground their cocks together between their bellies.
‘I have hidden some oil,’ Jingyi whispered in his ear, ‘and…’
They both jumped when they heard a fat giggle permeate the silence, and Sizhui’s eyes went wide. He’d know that giggle anywhere.
‘Oh no, my dads!’ he squeaked.
Jingyi was ahead of him: he bowed down and grabbed their clothes, then Sizhui’s hands and dragged him along, into the water of the Cold Pond.
‘What are you doing? They’ll hear!’
‘Best they think we just went for a midnight swim!’ Jingyi hissed back. ‘Right?’
For a second, Sizhui was stunned. Yes, actually, that was a brilliant idea! He didn’t have the chance to tell Jingyi though, because while they hid behind one of the large rocks on the Cold Pond shore, his dads arrived at the pond.
‘Mn fuck, I’m going to need your hands on me or I’m going to vibrate out of my skin!’
‘Wei Ying will take what he is given.’ Lan Wangji’s sonorous bass sounded thick with want, and for the second time in a short while, Sizhui’s mouth went dry. Oh shit. His dads had come here with the same intention…?
‘On your knees,’ Lan Wangji said, and Sizhui’s eyes went wide. He heard the rustle of clothes and a moment later a deep exhale, then a choked off sound as… hell. He closed his eyes, but couldn’t prevent his mind’s eye from painting the picture of his one dad sucking around the other’s cock. The water of the Cold Pond and the scare of being caught by his parents with his literal pants down had made his erection flag somewhat, but now, to his shame, he could feel it rise again in interest. Next to him, he heard Jingyi breathe deeply and told himself it was for fear of being discovered, and not something else.
Just then, a low moan resounded, sending his hair on end and making his eyes fly open. That hadn’t been either of his dads!
‘Fuck!’ Jingyi hissed. ‘Was that Zew…’
He didn’t manage to finish his sentence: a bolt of light hit the surface of the rock in front of them and they both staggered back in shock. A heartbeat later, Lan Wangji landed in front of them in the water with Bichen unsheathed. His robe was hanging open and he had no pants on.
‘Sizhui?’
His eyes shot past the unclothed figure of his A-Die for a split-second to catch a glimpse of his uncle and his baba, the one standing up and the other knelt in front of him with his mouth still around the other’s cock, only to shoot back to his father’s front because…
Gracious gods, is that heavenly pillar for real?!
He realised he was staring when his father moved and quickly turned his face away. Lan Wangji sheathed Bichen, making the spiritual word dematerialise, and closed his robe. ‘Sizhui,’ he said, in his rumbling voice. ‘Jingyi. What are you doing here?’
‘M… Midnight swim.’ Jingyi stammered. ‘Sorry. Terribly. Should go now. Punishment in the morning, sir.’
Lan Wangji’s gaze shot to the watery surface, then back to their faces. ‘And you have a reason not to have your smallclothes on?’
‘Keeping them dry,’ Jingyi said, gesturing with their… wet. Clothes. ‘Err...’
‘We’ll take our leave now,’ Sizhui whispered. ‘I’m sorry, A-die.’
‘Sizhui. Is that you, my little radish?’
Oh no. Now he truly wanted to sink to the bottom of the Cold Pond and drown. He closed his eyes in mortification. ‘Baba. Bofu.’
Lan Wangji didn’t say anything. He gestured and turned, returning to the shore. Jingyi handed Sizhui his wet clothes, then grabbed Sizhui’s hand and gave him a reassuring little squeeze as they followed.
His baba had risen to his feet again and his uncle was quickly getting redressed. He seemed as embarrassed as Sizhui felt and said, apologetically: ‘I’m sorry you had to witness that.’
Sizhui didn’t know what to say. He knew his fathers were having sex – just about all of Cloud Recesses knew that – but that his uncle was involved too…? He was holding his clothes in front of himself, to hide his nakedness from his seniors – and more importantly, his arousal at that discovery.
Sizhui’d had a bit of a childhood crush on his uncle – o r well, maybe not a bit , and maybe not entirely a childhood crush since it persisted until the present day. And perhaps, that crush extended to his father as well, who was, after all, very similar to his brother. It was something he’d never admit to himself – just like he would never admit that maybe, he was secretly glad he wasn’t a Lan by blood, because that made it a little less awkward that he desired them both, didn’t it?
The realisation that he lusted after both his father and his uncle made the heat creep back to his cheeks. Gracious gods, what was going on with him?
Then his dad made everything worse by stepping towards him and putting his arm around his naked back. ‘Oh, Lan Zhan, we’re not going to punish our little radish for sneaking out to do exactly what we were intending to do, are we?’ He closed his eyes, his ears radiating so much he was almost surprised it didn’t set his hair on fire.
‘No punishment,’ his A-die said. ‘You should get dressed. Return to the dormitory.’
Sizhui and Jingyi already nodded, but Wei Wuxian interjected: ‘Actually… I do have one more thing to say…’ He smiled at them, probably in an attempt to reassure them. ‘Not that I would expect two such diligent boys to be anything but educated, I do hope you were… well, prepared?’
‘Prepared?’ Jingyi replied, before Sizhui could stop him.
‘Using oil and… making sure to use your fingers before…?’
‘Baba!’ Sizhui cried out.
‘I’m just saying: even the most diligent students can make the mistake of being too rough the first time, and receiving a peerless cucumber in the chrysanthemum without some form of preparation is not something I’d wish on my little radish, or his best friend…’
Sizhui almost brought his hands up to bury his face in them, overcome with mortification, only to realize that would leave his front exposed, and remained frozen half-way. Next to him, Jingyi burst into a boisterous laugh.
‘You… You had a cu…? A cu….!’ He nearly fell over laughing.
‘Now now,’ Zewu-Jun said. ‘Sexual education is no laughing matter, even if master Wei’s language is somewhat floral.’
Sexual education at the hands of his fathers and uncle? Sizhui wasn’t sure if that was his greatest wish or his worst nightmare. He paled at the idea, but could feel himself throb – unmistakeably – between his legs at the same time.
His A-Die looked at him, questioningly. ‘Sizhui?’ The soft, inquiring sound of his voice made Sizhui’s hair stand on end. ‘You know sexual exploration is nothing to embarrassed about?’
There was no way he could answer such a remark in words, so he just nodded.
‘And you know we’d be happy to answer any questions you might have?’
Another furious nod. Then his A-Die put a hand on his shoulder that send a jolt of electricity through his senses, and Sizhui thought he – just like his baba had said earlier – would vibrate out of his skin.
He heard a soft chuckle and turned his head aside, to see his baba smiling knowingly. Too knowingly.
‘Oh Lan Zhan,’ Wei Wuxian said, ‘it seems I’m not the only one with a raging crush on you here.’
Sizhui felt like he wanted to die, especially when he felt the hand on his shoulder freeze and he caught the shocked look on his uncle’s face.
‘Sizhui?’ Zewu-Jun said softly. ‘Is that true?’
It all became too much. Sizhui closed his eyes when he felt tears welling up. Then Jingyi blurted: ‘Well, of course it’s true! Practically all disciples have a raging crush on one of you, or all three of you at the same time!’
‘All disciples? Does that include you then, Jingyi?’ Wei Wuxian quipped.
‘Obviously!’
Sizhui blocked out the rest of the conversation. His father’s hand moved towards his face, cupping his cheek, and as he opened his eyes his father’s golden eyes stared into his.
‘Sizhui?’
‘A-Die!’ Sizhui lurched forward, and without thinking about it, he pressed his lips on those of the man opposite him: the man he’d secretly longed for ever since he’d started growing aware of his physical needs. He lifted his hands to throw them around his father too, and somewhere in the back of his head he realised this meant he was dropping his clothes and that he was…
Not that that mattered much. Lan Wangji had to be already fully aware of his shameful arousal, since it as pressing against his thigh. Sizhui swallowed down a sob and thought to himself: well then, if he decides he never wants to see me again after this, at least I will have gotten one kiss out of it!
When his A-Die broke the kiss, he didn’t dare to look at him. The other three men had gone awfully quiet.
‘Sizhui.’
There was no disdain in his father’s voice. Only softness. Very carefully, as if he was afraid he could break what love still existed between them with one look, Sizhui lifted his gaze and eyed him. There was understanding, and care, and…?
‘Well fuck,’ Jingyi said flippantly.
‘Yeah,’ Wei Wuxian agreed, voice sounding constricted. ‘That was insanely hot.’
Lan Wangji ignored them. He put his hand back against Sizhui’s cheek and pulled him in for another kiss. This time, Sizhui moaned in his mouth as a shiver ran down his spine, settling in his loins. And… oh gods. He felt his father’s intimidating length stir against him.
‘Sizhui.’ His voice sounded heavy. ‘Is this what you want?’
He was afraid to say yes, too scared to burst what seemed to come into existence here, and he nodded.
‘Just me, or…?’
‘I…’ The question took him completely off guard. ‘You mean I… I could? I could…?’ Have this?
His father smiled at him. ‘You are of age,’ he said, simply. ‘If this is what you desire…’
Good gods. Sizhui blinked. He turned his face towards his baba, his uncle, and most importantly…
‘Hell yeah!’ Jingyi said. ‘Private sex education for two please!’