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Jiang Cheng woke up with an arm hugging him from behind, greeted by the first rays of the sun creeping through the curtains. He looked off his shoulder only to find deep brown eyes looking at him tenderly.
“Is the view pleasurable?” he teased.
“Very much.” Lan Xichen answered, shifting his position so that he was leaning over the man only to kiss him.
Jiang Cheng looked over the clock on his nightstand. It was barely six in the morning and they had plenty of time before they needed to go to work.
“Did I wake you up?” the older asked.
Jiang Cheng wasn't an oversleeper. Not as much as his own brother and nephew, at least. Who sadly shared the same, unfortunate, sleeping habit of waking up at 2:00 p.m, if someone (not Jiang Cheng, certainly) let them do it. But Lan's sleeping routine was…well too much even for his standard and rarely he woke up before the older man. He didn't really mind it, though. Just having the man on his bed was more than enough, even if it did mean to wake up earlier.
“It's fine.” he sincerely said, moving his hands on the man's shoulder to kiss him again, this time more deeply.
Lips crashed as the memories of the night before echoed in their minds. Not that it was that hard, as the room was a complete mess: their clothes sprayed on the floor as well as at least two discarded condoms; his own body was full of hickeys and bitemarks while Lan Xichen's back was red from his scratching. Fuck the Lan's stamina, Jiang Cheng thought as he flashed what happened. He didn't even get the time to register it that the older man's hands were all over his body, again. Not that he was complaining, tho. Yeah, maybe he did complain a bit, but if he was initially upset, any thought of annoyance was fucked out of him as soon Lan Xichen's sheeted himself inside of him and made… they made love, not only sex. Oh they definitely did… The way he was kissed, pampered, spoiled. He felt worshipped, with an attention that no one ever reserved for him, before Lan Xichen. Even when they switched the position and he got to ride him, he felt equal to the man.
Normally he wanted to be in complete control, even from the bottom, but with this man, surprisingly, he felt like he could completely trust him with his body, his mind but most importantly, with his heart. And damn, he felt good, it was healing. Too good… It always felt good with Lan Xichen, no matter who took the passive or the active role. Even if he never would have thought that he would ever like doing the receiving part as much as he does with Lan Xichen. That man really shaped his mind, he once thought, when they were only friends with benefits. But now they both have confessed to having feelings for each other and made love in a way that felt more… intimate than ever.
Jiang Cheng couldn't even think of stepping back and returning to have a normal only-sex thing or to lay with other people. And now with the man of his fucking dreams kissing him like he want to devour his soul he hoped he thought the same. Lan Xichen left his mouth only to put his lips on the man's bare neck.
“We really should take a shower” Jiang Cheng moaned as he felt the man's teeth sink on his milky skin.
“Mh” Lan Xichen mumbled on his skin. “Or we could cuddle a bit.”
“Define cuddle” Jiang Cheng teased a bit.
“I just want to stay like this.” he teased back, smooching him on the cheek. “Please, Wanyin.”
“So kissing and hugging as we’re completely naked and– ah- a-are you hard?” he moaned and he felt the half-hardness of his… whatever, pressing against his bare, lower stomach.
The older of the two nodded, as he returned to press chaste kisses on the man's shoulder. Was he trying to flatter him up? (No need)
“You're gonna ruin my fucking sanity” Jiang Cheng told him in angry like tone.
Too bad he wasn't displeased a bit from the situation. He liked it– no he loved, to be honest, the older’s dirty mind being hidden behind his good man behaviour, and how ready and eager he was for him in reality. If they weren’t doing it every day it was just because of work stuff and that he didn't want to risk traumatizing Jin Ling (who didn't know about them, didn't he?). If it were for them, though…
“ Touch yourself right in front of me, then. Will you, Lan Huan?” he said, not ordering but his tone and the way he furrowed his thin eyebrows and looked at him with his sharp eyes felt like one. He looked like a predator looking for his prey and Lan Xichen couldn't help but feel himself hardening even more.
Jiang Cheng smiled proudly, shifting in a more comfortable position as the man moved in between his legs, on his knees, and without any indulgences he locked his hand around his own long, wide shaft. He then fixed his glaze on the cold icy eyes that were staring him completely, from his hands, to his abdomen, to his neck and lips. He was basically eating him and the aching, red shaft in Lan Xichen's hands trembled in excitement.
“You look so hot.” Lan Xichen whispered softly, as he wetted himself with a mix of saliva and precum and started to pump himself off.
“You're the one to talk?” Jiang Cheng replied with his usually arrogant tone.
His arms were crossed on his chest, as he basically stayed there, legs spread open and his own erection starting to rise, watching the most handsome man he knew masturbate to himself and letting him boost his ego with every stroke. Lan Xichen couldn't help but think about how he wanted that, long callused fingers on his shaft, gripping him and pumping him so good no one could compare. Gladly for him, Jiang Cheng was thinking the same, so he didn't wait long. Between passionate kisses, the man's hand replaced his own, moving it along his entire length while his erection kept hardening more and more, resting on his own muscular abdomen.
“Oh, my.. ” the man blurted out, feeling closer and closer as the younger’s attention focused on pleasuring him.
So good, so good… Whenever it were his hands, his mouth, his hole: every part of Jiang Cheng envelopening him felt so good. He crashed his lips against the other's, biting his lower lip so much he feared it may bleed, losing his own self-restraint. Too bad he knew Jiang Cheng didn't mind a little pain.
“Y-you've ruined me, Wanyin.” he said, in between possessive kisses, like he could mark him with his lips.
“So? I've ruined many things.” he teased, as he kept moving his hand on him, feeling the cock trembling hard.
“Yet, I never felt as good as how I feel with you.” the man said, as he rested his front on the man's shoulder. “I'm close. Can I?” Lan Xichen moaned against the other ears.
“Cum for me, Huan-ge.” Jiang Cheng said as he increased his movements.
The little honorific was the only he needed before he succumbed fully on the passion, spurting white semen of the other's belly and hand, painting him. He then collapsed on the other body, dirtying both of their chest.
“My Wanyin, so handsome.” he murmured, muffling his words on the other's pecs.
Jiang Cheng shook his head and removed his hand, stroking the man’s back tenderly with the other.
“Shower.” he ordered after a while, as the man's breath went stable again. Lan Xichen rolled himself over, standing up and following the man inside the bathroom.
Lan Xichen felt the most lucky man on the earth. He kept rubbing that perfectly shaped back with the sponge, feeling Jiang Cheng tremble against his fingers when he reached for his sensitive neck. Then his hands travelled on his torso, cleaning him and pleasuring him at the same. His hands had moved on his pectorals, gently squishing his muscle and pinching his nipples. Jiang Cheng let out a groan, rolling his head back on Lan Xichen's shoulder. The man continued to touch him, caressing his fit torso, the scar on his sternum, to the happy trail on his abdomen; watching proudly the hickeys he left the night before. The younger man moaned deeply as he felt one hand going even lower, on his shaft and balls.
“Let me take care of you, too” he whispered in his ear, kissing and sucking on his lobe.
Jiang Cheng looked over his back only to be taken by the chin and locked up in a passionate kiss, as the water rinsed them. He didn't ever get the chance to protest that Lan Xichen rolled him over, pushing him so that his back could touch the cold tiles of the shower. Closing the jet of the shower, the older man dropped on his knees, right in front of the semi-harder erection the other got from before. He didn't waste any time, and as soon he got there, he started to lick in the tip as he gently squished the man's testicles. Looking at the man– who was trying to hide his excitement behind an annoyed glare– with big brown eyes he rolled his tongue over the glandis, tasting it as he was enjoying a meal, as his hands stroked the rest.
Keeping his eyes fixed on the man's, he kept teasing him with his tongue. Jiang Cheng moaned only by seeing how the man held his gaze, maintaining eye contact as he licked and slurped his most private parts. He was certain he would lose himself in these gentle, dark brown eyes one day. Lan Xichen finally took the tip inside, and he rolled his eyes, enjoying the moment and that warm cave that was hosting his member.
“Mhh- fuck” he said and he instantly knew he wouldn't last as the man was so skilled with his movements.
His hands reached and grabbed the big shoulders holding himself still as Lan Xichen mouth went up and down on his member. The older man let him use his mouth, holding him closer by gripping his buttocks. Watching Jiang Cheng restraining himself from moaning was so hot he couldn't believe it.
How did he end in that unexpected yet perfect situation? How did he end up completely swept away by the handsome and fierce man?
He grabbed the milky skin of the man even harder, hoping that he left marks against the skin. Hoping that everyone knew that the most stubborn yet caring man he knew was his. He slammed the man even harder against his throat, blissfully greeted by a loud groan. He looked up to see him rolling back his head as he moaned incoherently. He knew Jiang Cheng was close, and he wanted nothing to let him reach his pleasure. The younger man was losing himself completely in his mouth, forcefully gripping his hair to fuck his throat. And Lan Xichen loved it. When he cummed with a final hit through the man’s throat, he was held in place by his strong arms. Lan Xichen got up immediately, smiling as he rubbed the last droplet of cum from his mouth.
“You weren't supposed to swallow it” Jiang Cheng shook his head, moving so he could rest his head on Lan Xichen's shoulder.
“I wanted to.” Lan Xichen chuckled and placed a soft kiss on the man's forehead. Like a kitten picked up by the scruff the man remained still, till the older man took his chin up and kissed him on the lips. Jiang Cheng greedily reciprocated it, shoving his tongue on his mouth and tasting himself on it.
Yet, something in his mind bothered him deeply.
After cleaning themselves properly this time, and doing home duties (Jiang Cheng would kill himself rather than let his nephew know about his bedroom affairs) Jiang Cheng drove him to the library where he worked. Everything felt fine between the two but something buzzed in Jiang Cheng's mind like an annoying bug. They told each other about their feelings, yes. Lan Xichen seems totally sincere, also yes. But, were they a couple, now? They didn't really talk about it, even if things between them were totally, perfectly fine. More than fine, actually. But were them boyfriends? Boyfriends. The word sounded strange, like something more appropriate for someone closer to Jin Lin's age, not them.
Oh, Jin Ling. Jiang Cheng moved his hands to cup his own embarrassed face. How was he supposed to tell his nephew that he got a boyfriend and that boyfriend was Lan Xichen? And something bothered him even more: what if someone told Jin Ling about it before he could? What if that someone was Jin Ling own’s paternal uncle?
Fuck.
He didn't even talk with Lan Xichen about him. They didn't talk much about anything, really, if not their own feelings and well– anything else cause they were busy exploring each other's bodies like the first time and to clean the mess they made in his bedroom. Jiang Cheng also realized he didn't want to talk about it.
In the car everything felt like a dream: how nice was having the man's long hands in his thigh, how warm his smile was, how he kissed him as soon as he parked, so intense and so intimate, how his hand stroked is black hair through it, pressing him by the nape to deepen the act. And his lips curled and he kissed the back of his hand, tenderly, as his own intertwined fingers with the other.
“Have lunch with me” Jiang Cheng said, lacing Lan Xichen’s pinkie with his own as the man tried to let go of his hand.
Lan Xichen just smiled “Of course I will, love”.
Huh?
Jiang Cheng didn't even have the time to react that the man kissed him on the lips one last time before getting out of his car, waving at him.
Love?
He should have hated it, being called with that dull pet name, instead he felt his heart bumping excited. He hasn't felt like this in ages. Well the last time he had a crush for a person it was for…nevermind. It went so bad he pathetically got friendzoned by the woman not once but twice. Then, he closed his heart for years, before meeting Lan Xichen again. And nothing, nor his unrequited crush, nor his previous failed relationships could compare with how he felt with the man. He felt so strange, but not in a bad way, it's just that he couldn't even believe it was happening. He felt at ease, for the first time.
And it made him… happy. So much so that when he entered his office and greeted those present with an unnatural bright smile, he didn't ever mind his colleague talking with a client or maybe a friend since how confident she was with him. Even when their conversation shifted to his own appearance.
“Why didn't you tell me your associate was so hot?” the man murmured, basically staring unnoticed at Jiang Cheng's ass as he leaned to gather something from the floor.
“Shut up, you dumbass.” she whispered.
Jiang Cheng was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't even notice the captivating gaze the man gave to him as he left the studio, before being nudged by the woman who was basically kicking him out of the door. Nor did he notice how his junior worker was watching him with suspicious, yet curious eyes as soon her friend left and they were left alone. Eyes that screamed “is he okay?” from afar. But everything was totally fine: he was finally not underfucked for the first time in his life and a handsome man, that maybe he should call "boyfriend" just called him with the most dull, overused, diabetical pet name and he got giggling over himself like a fucking teenager loser.
Lan Xichen was waiting for his lunch break, finishing cataloguing some books as he smiled to himself with his mind full of some pair of icy eyes, a sharp jawline and veiny tattooed arms. Everything was so fine that he even forgot to check his phone (except if it was from Jiang Cheng), so when he finished, he went directly to organize the shelves till he heard some familiar steps that startled him.
What?
He immediately got up, take the shorter man by his wrist and dragged him in an empty room
“What are you doing here?” he said, grittening his teeth.
“To talk to you, Er-ge. What else?” Jin Guangyao said, moving his hand to cup the other's.
Lan Xichen shook him off. “I don't want you to call me that. Not after what you did.”
Kissing him, in front of Jiang Cheng, even if he perfectly knew he was the man he fancied and even more importantly he himself was married, was enough to be mad.
“Let me explain, at least.” the shorter man pleaded.
“Explain what, exactly? The way you behaved the other night? About the way you’ve been using me all this time?”
“I’ve never used you. You know I wouldn't.” he tried to say “The thing I did, I did for you. I only did it because I realized how much I don't want to lose you.”
“You did lose me. The moment you tried to cheat on your own wife by kissing me directly in front of Jiang Cheng even though you knew I like him. You said you love me then why did you marry her? Why did you leave me only to come back when I found my happiness?” he continued “Why didn't you leave her, if you harbored feelings for me?”
“I couldn't!! And I didn't want to hurt you. I’ll never hurt you.”
“You didn't want to hurt me? I spent months trying to forget you, and when I finally did; when I finally felt at ease with another man, you tried to put him against me. Isn't it equal to hurting me??” he shook his head. “Why couldn't you accept my feelings for him? Is that bad that I like another person? Why can't you be happy as I did when you were with Da-ge or when you married your wife?”
Jin Guangyao shifted his expression as he heard about his long-term ex. Lan Xichen realised he had struck a nerve with that, as they had split on bad terms and even if he initially tried to mediate to bring them back together– though he was, at the time, in love with the younger man– he couldn't do anything when Nie Mingjue left. What he hadn’t expected, really, was the reaction that followed.
“Er– Lan Xichen! Do not try to compare him to them.” he yelled “Do you really think that loser can ever make you happy? When he can’t ever love himself first?”
Lan Xichen looked at him in disbelief. Was the man he once loved always like this? He couldn't believe it. When Nie Mingjue broke up with him after years and years of back and forth, and then left, he had done anything to comfort and heal his broken heart. The first time they kissed the man was crying and he slowly faded away the tears out of him; they made love that night and the night after again. He didn't even ask for more, even if his heart ached, because he strongly believed the man was sincere. When he told him that he met a girl and fell in love, he didn't stop him from leaving, he just put an end to the intimate acts. And then he met Jiang Cheng. And slowly fell in love with him, with his stubborn antics, with his fierce tongue, his sharp glares and mostly with his caring tender heart deep inside his aggressive attitude. He felt happy with him. And the man knew it. Then why was he acting that way? Was he always like that?
“You think he will ever try to get over his inferiority complex, for you? Or will he leave you like he did with his brother when he was at his worst? Huh?” Jin Guangyao added.
Lan Xichen clenched his fist. “Are you listening to your words right now?” he yelled.
“Why? Am I not sincere with you? Am I lying? Why the hell would he fuck you while you're on the phone if not for me to hear it? Huh?”
His lips curved in a smile, dimples showing through his cheeks, while his eyes were full of tears. Lan Xichen wasn't able to tell if they were true or not.
“What's with that expression now? You think I didn't notice? I know exactly what you sound like in bed” he said. “Tell me, did it boost his ego? Did he let you have your way with him after that? It must be the only thing he’s good at, since you’re so enchanted with him” he said, moving his fingers to the other’s chin.
Lan Xichen shoved him off with a slap. He looked at his hand, tingling from the hit as the man watched him with a smirk, even if he must be hurt as blood trickled from his lips.
“I thought they were mistaken about you. Da-ge, Wanyin… even Wangji warned me about it. But I didn't believe them because I thought I knew you better. Do I know you, at all?” he yelled, rage filling him deeply.
Before he could even realize what he was doing a hand blocked him, by taking him by the wrist. Lan Xichen moved his gaze, still mad, but his traits softened as he saw Jiang Cheng next to himself.
“I thought I’d made myself clear yesterday,” he said to the shorter man “He’s busy.”
Jin Guangyao only laughed back “See? He needs to mark his territory because he knows full well he’s not up to it. That’s how it is, isn’t it? You always need to compete with someone. First it was Wei Wuxian since you’ll never be him, then it was Lan Wangji, who stole your brother's attention from you, didn't he?”
“Cut the crap.” Jiang Cheng simply said, clutching his teeth.
“Angry much? You’re so predictable.” the man smirked “Who else? My brother? Me? Oh, of course it's not only about Lan Xichen. You think I didn't notice the face you made anytime A-Ling cried on my shoulders because you scolded him too harshly?”
“Keep him out of this.”
“How hard must it be for a kid being raised by a man who barely gave him affection, huh?” then he shifted his gaze to Lan Xichen, “And you want me to believe that he can make you happy?” he laughed.
“That’s enough.” Jiang Cheng shouted, even if he clearly tried to control his tone since they were in a public space “Take it out on me, but don’t try to drag our nephew into it. You want to use my past to provoke me? Fine with it, but leave him out of this.”
Jin Guangyao smiled “Well it's not easy when he's the only person who hasn't left you, yet.”
Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth, hands clenching in a fist, but Lan Xichen stopped his gesture by holding his hand tightly. An affectionate gesture that didn't come unnoticed.
“Enough. Leave us alone.” he said coldly “I’ll let this pass if you get out of here now. I don't want to see you ever? Understand?”
“Really, Lan Xichen? Do you really love him? Tsk. I thought it was just sex.” he shook his head in disbelief as Lan Xichen gripped Jiang Cheng hand harder, “No, look at you! You’re really in love with him.”
“I said. Get out. Now.” the older shouted.
“I will.” he said, stepping back. “Don't let me say ‘I told you so’” the younger man added, turning his back as he left.
“Was he right, though?” Jiang Cheng said, as Lan Xichen gathered his stuff from his personal office.
“Huh? Wanyin, don't let his words bother you. Your relationship with Jin Ling is more than fine, your nephew loves you and he’s perfectly aware that he’s the person you love most. Even your relationship with Wei Wuxian has gotten better since he has married my brother and even if not, that's none of his business. And about me. Don't believe anything he has said, apparently, he’s just good with his words.”
“No it's not that. The thing he said about us. Was he right?”
“What?”
“He said that he didn't realize you love me and that he thought we only fucked around. I’m asking you if he’s right. I knew we talked about it just yesterday, that you like me back and that for you too it's not just sex. But we didn't really talk about ‘getting together’. Are we really a couple?”
Lan Xichen laughed.
Jiang Cheng crossed his arms on his chest, lifting his thin eyebrow in a rather pissed expression “Is this funny?”.
“Yes” Lan Xichen nodded, moving closer to him and pressing a kiss on the man’s lips as he encircled his waist with his arms. “Of course we are a couple, Wanyin. Wasn't it obvious? Do you want me to remind you?” he said, kissing his jaw and moving to the side till he reached his lobe to bite him there. “Am I not your boyfriend?”
“I spent half of the morning thinking the word ‘boyfriend’ sounded a bit too teenage, but you make it sound just right” Jiang Cheng huffed, placing his chin on the other shoulder.
“I’m offended a stupid word monopolized my Wanyin handsome brain.”
“I also did. Think about you. A lot” he whispered.
“Better.” the older hugged him closer. “Because I could only think about my handsome partner with beautiful eyes, kissable lips and a hot body who promised me lunch but instead is here to complain.”
Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes, but yet he smiled and kissed his boyfriend on his lips.
Then something flashed in his mind.
“Umh, Lan Huan.” he called “There's something I need to confess to you.”
“Huh?”
“It's nothing bad” he made that clear. “It's about. Umh. You said that things between me and Wei Wuxian have gotten better, which it's… true. I guess. Well, it's not important now. What I’m trying to say it's that he knows.”
“He knows about what?”
“Me and you. Well not about us as a couple. But… I told him we have sex a while ago when I got drunk. I don't know why I vented to him of all people, but it felt… right doing so. He even made me realize that I fancied you.” he spat the words out “I don't know if he has told your brother or not. He surprisingly can be good at keeping secrets, but yeah…”
“Wangji knows too.” Lan Xichen laughed, “I told him about you. He wasn't that really surprised, though.”
“Oh wow… I think I should tell Jin Ling then. I don't want him to know it from that son of a bi–.”
“Wanyin. A-Cheng” Lan Xichen stole his attention back “Lunch.”
“Yeah yeah, okay. What do you want to eat? It's on me.” he said, letting go of the man and turning to open the office door.
“You.” the other playful replied, smacking his ass.
“Lan Xichen!!!” he squitted angrily, making the older one laugh.
After taking lunch in a luxury restaurant and finishing their shift after, unable to keep hands to each other like two high schoolers in love, they headed home. They were on their way back to Jiang Cheng’s house, when he received a call from his nephew, who told him he would be staying in the library for a while to study.
Jiang Cheng didn’t complain too much; after all, ever since Jin Ling had become friends with Lan Sizhui, his school grades had actually improved, and the older boy had often helped him with it. But of course he had found the situation suspicious: he wasn't stupid and he certainly had eyes to see. And, unfortunately, his nephew behaved in exactly the same way as the boy’s father has done towards his sister, except for the fact that Jin Ling was more blunt and a little more… aggressive.
Jiang Cheng didn't need to look too hard to see where his nephew got that trait from, so he simply shook his head, feeling a bit guilty.
Even so, if the boy was due to come home later, he would have had to explain the situation to him later, but until then, he would be spending his free afternoon with his boyfriend.
They could have gone to the cinema or on a date, but the truth was that all they wanted was to be in each other’s arms.
So there they were, sitting on the younger one’s leather sofa, watching a film and chatting. The older one was lying back, his white shirt unbuttoned at the top few buttons and his sleeves rolled up, whilst his arms were wrapped around the man sitting between his legs.
Jiang Cheng laid his back against Lan Xichen's chest and the man held him closer.
He ran his nose through the milky skin of the neck, scenting him.
“You smell so good” he murmured, soft lips barely touching the skin, giving the man chills.
The feeble flowery scent of lotus and woody notes mixed so well with his own.
“Huh? I thought I smelled of tobacco since I smoked a lot today. Is it my perfume? I think it's barely noticeable now–”
Lan Xichen shook his head “No it's you. I think I’m addicted to your own scent.”
“Geez…” Jiang Cheng replied, rolling his eyes as he tried to concentrate on the film.
It wasn't easy at all with how with lips running on his neck, kissing and licking every part of the skin.
When he felt the tongue nibbling at the sensitive spot on the neck and he was forced to hold a moan, I knew he had enough.
Turning over he straddled Lan Xichen, glaring at him from the top as the man smirked happily.
“Such a tease aren't you? Huh?” he said sternly.
“Things happen when your boyfriend is so handsome.” Lan Xichen smiled.
“You’re far more handsome than me. What should I do then?”
He said, as he ran his hands on Lan Xichen's clothed chest with his free hand till he reached the buttons of his shirt, finally undoing it completely with experienced hands till the older was left with his chest bare.
“What should I do to you?” he said, leaning to kiss the exposed skin on his neck.
Lan Xichen didn't answer, only gave him more access, opening his arms and offering him his body. The man smirked as he went progressively lower. He ran his lips and fingers on that perfect skin, feeling hard muscle on his digit. He teased him by touching the hem of his boxer, peeking from his trouser and then went up, teasingly.
Lan Xichen didn't wait and leaned over to lock him in a passionate kiss.
They kissed as though they’d been apart for days. The younger man’s tongue immediately slipped into the other’s warm mouth, sliding inside like a snake into a cave. His fingers tangled in the man’s nape, amongst his dark brown hair, pulling but without really hurting him. He just wanted to feel him closer; he just wanted to feel how the man belonged to him.
And the man did, indeed. Jiang Cheng moaned on the kiss and then pushed the man on the couch.
He cleaned his lips with a thumb and then with a dominant glaze he went for his neck again. He was, behind his strong personality, a very reserved person, so the older knew he wont leave hickeys in visible spots.
Still, having that warm mouth on his neck was too pleasurable for Lan Xichen and he started feeling his erection tightening his trousers. Jiang Cheng smiled proudly as he felt it against his palm.
“I think we won't be able to see the film end.” the younger whispered in his ear before biting his lobe and pushing himself on the other thighs, so that the other man could feel his bulge.
Lan Xichen groaned in response as Jiang Cheng attention went again on his nipples. Biting the bud he continued palming the arousal between Lan Xichen's legs, till he felt him hardening full.
“What if we settle this in another setting?” he said, teasingly.
He initially meant to take a quick shower and then continue it in the bedroom, but Lan Xichen had another idea in his mind.
While he kissed him hard, he dragged him to the bathroom and easily stripped him of shirt and pants.
“I was thinking about fucking you against the shower’s tiles since this morning,” he whispered, getting rid of his own clothes before pushing the man into the shower.
“Oh my, does your uncle know how filthy this mouth of yours is?” Jiang Cheng teased, but his confidence was taken apart by the man's hand on his half-hard erection who made him moan instantly.
He grabbed the older man by the chin and slowly kissed him, nibbling at his lower lip as he tried to deepen the kiss. Lan Xichen let him in, while his hands fluttered between stroking the long member in his hands and caressing the body in front of him.
Jiang Cheng was distracted enough that he didn't notice Lan Xichen grabbing something before entering the shower. Yet, when he heard a familiar sound of a cap popping out he did realize what was happening.
“When the fuck did you get it– shit!” he gasped as he felt the man lubed index finger propping on his rim, drawing small circles against it, and on the other side he felt the other's hand stroking his cock.
“Lan Xichen– fuck– A-Huan wait, I didn't properly cleaned–”
“Well.. we're in the shower, no problem at all.” he said smiling, finally pressing the rim with his digit and sheeting his middle finger inside, as he teased the tip of his member with his thumb as he cupped the shaft with his palm.
Jiang Cheng wasn't that happy about doing it raw (even though they were both clean and didn't had sex with other people for months), but stopped complaining as soon as he felt another finger sliding inside. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't because he was into it as much as the other man.
Lan Xichen kept teasing him from any front, scissoring the fingers to prepare his hole for more and pumping him from the front.
Jiang Cheng groaned, clutching Lan Xichen's hair tightly, as he felt a third finger caressing his rim, pressing to enter him.
“Ah– wait.” he said, moving him so that he could shift positions.
Lan Xichen complied and slowly removed his fingers as lift his head up to face Jiang Cheng better. The not-so-shorter man moved his arms on his neck, staring at him with a gaze so lustful and intense that it resembled a lightening night. He let the other lubing his fingers again, before locking their mouths in a passionate kiss. Lan Xichen couldn't wait anymore and slid his free hand on the other's thighs, spreading the younger's legs open. Then with a hard, possessive grip on the candid thigh, he held one of his legs up, and pressed his back on the tiles. Locking their mouths in a kiss he let his fingers ran again on the man rim, sliding inside his warm hole. The sensation of having Jiang Cheng moaning like a whore in his mouth as he slowly fingered him open with now four of them, was so overwhelming that he felt his cock rising again with interest.
Jiang Cheng must have noticed it, because he slowly started to stroke the other.
He hissed when the other man's long fingers found a spot inside and purposely started to hit it. He was getting fucked by fingers restlessly pumping in and out of him. And he loved, he loved it so much he couldn't wait to have more inside.
He wasn't supposed to, he was tired from the night before and the overwhelming blowjob of the morning, but yet, he couldn't resist it anymore.
And Lan Xichen, apparently, was feeling the same.
“Take me, Lan Huan” he groaned like an animal in heat, as he felt the member hardening on his hand. “Huan-ge, please gege” he begged teasingly, locking their lips again briefly.
Lan Xichen inhaled hard as he felt his cock twitching only by hearing that. He rested the forehead against the man's, slowly removing the fingers and sharing one last kiss with him. Then he turned the man round so that the younger could brace himself with his hands and face against the tiles whilst he was bent almost in half and the older man could give him a playful slap on the buttocks. When he took the active role Lan Xichen normally preferred to take him from the front as he loved watching him squirm under him, or on top of him, as they both loved when Jiang Cheng impaled himself on his cock and rode him; so when the younger found himself bent almost in half, with an hard member propping on his hole with the promise to rail him from behind he felt pathetically excited.
He licked his own lips. Did he really pent him up with that stupid honorific?
“Do you really like it when I call you like this, my Huan-ge?” he whispered, as the man moved closer to kiss his shoulder. He emphasized the word ‘my’ and Lan Xichen replied by biting his shoulder.
“Yes. And I like being yours.” the older said, pressing his lubed cock on the pink entrance.
“You are mine,” Jiang Cheng said. Fucking finally you are, he would add.
One last meaningful sentence before the man rolled himself inside and he instantly knew he would probably be fucked dumb till he lost his senses.
He didn't know if the word ‘gege’ really had some effect on Lan Xichen but certainly ‘mine’ had, since the man groaned hard, grabbing him by the waist and sliding inside him with no intention of slowing down.
Jiang Cheng squitted but not once did try to stop the man from impaling his member into him. Not when it already felt so good.
Lan Xichen leaned over his back to kiss his neck, marking him under the nape, where he knew the man's work attire covered the hickeys up (even though he wished it wouldn't). He then enveloped the man's hand with his own, entangling their fingers as the other went on the man's slender waist to support his rhythm as he started to move.
He moved slowly at the beginning but once he was fully seated inside and Jiang Cheng was accustomed to his size and stopped bucking his hips to adjust it, he speeded his movements gifted by sinful moans.
Oh God, if he loved to hear them, let Jiang Cheng sing for him: a strong, stubborn and proud man chanting loud the same, pleasured sounds, over and over, only by his cock. He loved the little groans, he loved this, oh, he loved…
“Fuck” he blurted out, as realization hit him deeply and he forgot every restraint.
He bucked his hips, pushing the man against the tiled wall, and hitting the same spot he knew would make the man feel even better.
“S-shit y-yes yes yes” the man chanted under him. “M-more. Fuck me more.”
The enchanting sound of their bodies colliding over and over, echoed in the room, filling it with heavy breaths and lustful moans.
“K-kiss me” the younger murmured and the other immediately complied, moving the man from the chin so that they could entangle their tongues.
“Wait a bit, love.” the older said, removing himself briefly only to change position.
Jiang Cheng didn't protest: even if he was close to cum and he felt empty inside, he knew he would get what he wanted, regardless.
In fact, he was then rolled and his back was pressed rudely against the cold wall, as Lan Xichen strong arms lifted his legs up so he could clench them against the man's waist.
Fuck, Jiang Cheng couldn't even process how the man could lift him so easily that that long shaft was thrusted again into him, gravity pushing it so deep inside that he almost saw stars, and certainly not for pain.
He moved his tattooed arms on the man's shoulder, intertwining his fingers on his brown wetted locks on the nape, as he pressed his lips against his. He seductively sucked the man tongue before shoving his own inside; entangling them in a passionate dance. Moans were muffled one against the other throat, as Lan Xichen railed him, slamming him on the wall of the shower, at every deep push, as his rhythm was even more intense than before.
His grip on the man's thighs and butt cheeks was so hard that Lan Xichen hoped he could leave a mark of his digits.
He also hoped that Jiang Cheng nails scraping his back were marking him again, because he wanted everyone to know that he was his boyfriend.
“Lan Huan” Jiang Cheng groaned again, calling him by his given name. And fuck, it sounded so good on his mouth. His kissable rosey lips moving to pronounce it perfectly and Lan Xichen's couldn't help but want to be buried on them.
Or at least to be buried inside of him.
“F-fuck I’m c-close” the man moaned, rolling his head back, exposing his captivating, sharp jaw and neck.
The way his Adam apple trembled at every moans was so fucking hot that the older couldn't help and bite the milky skin.
Jiang Cheng bucked his hips, clearly at his limit, greedily rolling them so he could match the older man's rhythm.
Lan Xichen groaned against the man's neck, hiding his face on his shoulder as he continued to fuck him deeply, intensely and sensually. Judging by the arousing sounds their bodies made with every thrust, it seemed and gave the impression of being rough, but in reality it was nothing more than an intimate act between the two.
“Me t-too, Wanyin” he finally confessed, as Jiang Cheng hugged him closer, clasping his legs to his waist to support himself better. “You– feel so good, my love.”
One of the hands that was clasping the man’s body moved on his neglected cock. No need, as the younger could probably cum untouched, only by that deliciously big member pistoning his prostate, but with the stimulation on both parts, he couldn't restrain himself anymore. His orgasm hit him so hard that he saw white and he fell limp against the other's body.
Lan Xichen was close too, moving at an uncontrollable rhythm as Jiang Cheng's own orgasm made him squeeze his hole so perfectly around his member. He continued to fuck him through his orgasm, receiving little whimpers and cries from overstimulation back in return; railing the man spent hole till he cummed inside, panting the delicious walls white. Gasping for air as he removed himself completely.
“I love you” Lan Xichen murmured softly, words finally taking their form, as Jiang Cheng hummed happily. Lan Xichen was aware the man wasn't ready to say it back but he didn't matter, because he knew that he felt the same. And it was okay.
Powerless he just held him closer, hugging him like he was the most precious thing he got.
“That was… intense.” Jiang Cheng murmured, breathing heavily against the other's shoulder.
He was so fucked up that his tone felt more calm than usual, pleased and sweeter.
The taller man chuckled, gently patting his back as he slid them both on the floor.
“Rest a bit, then I clean you up, okay?” he said, kissing him chastily on the lips as he caressed his shoulders.
A few minutes after recovering, Jiang Cheng was coming back to his senses.
“Fuck your stamina. What are you? A rabbit? Holy fuck… we're not in our twenties anymore. I can't even feel my damned legs.” he yelled, as he tried to get up from the shower floor and from Lan Xichen strong arms.
“You literally begged me to take you, Wanyin.”
“Maybe! But–” he didn't end the phrase as Lan Xichen's lips crashed against his own.
Oh, Lan Xichen loved to shut him up like this.
Jin Ling opened the front door of his house, with Lan Sizhui right behind him. He was ready to come out to his uncle, and finally introduce the older as his boyfriend. What he didn't expect was to find his own uncle pinning Lan Xichen between himself and the kitchen worktop, laughing and blocking him with his arms as he closed the gap by kissing him.
Gross.
“What the actual fuck” Jin Ling yelled, startling the two men.
Well, at least they weren't doing anything inappropriate. At the moment. Jiang Cheng set Lan Xichen free and turned only to see his nephew watching him with arms crossed and a judging look in his face.
“A-Ling” he squitted “I can explain.”
“I’m all ears” Jin Ling said, sarcastically “You really thought I didn't know about you two?”.
Funny enough he was unconsciously copying his uncle's tone and expression when the latter scolded him. Lan Xichen looked over to catch the eyes of Lan Sizhui who murmured “I’m sorry” from afar.
“I think that maybe it's better if me and Sizhui leave you two alone.” Lan Xichen proposed.
“No.” uncle and nephew said in unison.