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[ Preparing Cloud Recesses for an informal visit from another sect leader still means a lot of fuss goes on, from stocking up the kitchens with more fish and meat than vegetables to account for a visitor's tastes to organising a private suite for Jiang Cheng not too far from Xichen's personal domain, should he care to speak with him in a hurry. Courtesies, all. Manners dictate he waits until Jiang Cheng is settled, so he does — the journey up the mountain is not a casual one to undertake, as the sect leader will remember from his youth — but once Xichen is certain his guest is comfortable he heads over to say hello informally, before he ought to receive him in the hanshi.
He raps on the door like one of the disciples might, idle excitement in his chest at the prospect of having a visitor; but particularly this one, who is overdue some time in Gusu, and is the first Xichen is meeting post-seclusion. ]
[ Preparing Cloud Recesses for an informal visit from another sect leader still means a lot of fuss goes on, from stocking up the kitchens with more fish and meat than vegetables to account for a visitor's tastes to organising a private suite for Jiang Cheng not too far from Xichen's personal domain, should he care to speak with him in a hurry. Courtesies, all. Manners dictate he waits until Jiang Cheng is settled, so he does — the journey up the mountain is not a casual one to undertake, as the sect leader will remember from his youth — but once Xichen is certain his guest is comfortable he heads over to say hello informally, before he ought to receive him in the hanshi.
He raps on the door like one of the disciples might, idle excitement in his chest at the prospect of having a visitor; but particularly this one, who is overdue some time in Gusu, and is the first Xichen is meeting post-seclusion. ]
[ There were preparations for Jiang Cheng as well, be it picking the robes he would take or small gifts to show his appreciation for the hospitality offered, not to mention preparing an itinerary of what sect affairs to discuss even on such an informal visit.
Yet this time, Jiang Cheng had found himself busy with his own furtive preparations, and he is reminded of these at the knocks. He holds a qiankun pouch specifically embedded with cooling and preservation talismans and he can only hope whatever overexcited junior come to pick him up won't find it strange enough to investigate. ]
I'm coming! I'm coming! What's that noise! [ He opens the door with a token scowl, only to falter, mortified. ] Oh. It's you.
Yet this time, Jiang Cheng had found himself busy with his own furtive preparations, and he is reminded of these at the knocks. He holds a qiankun pouch specifically embedded with cooling and preservation talismans and he can only hope whatever overexcited junior come to pick him up won't find it strange enough to investigate. ]
I'm coming! I'm coming! What's that noise! [ He opens the door with a token scowl, only to falter, mortified. ] Oh. It's you.
[ Hearing the yelling inside, Xichen wears a placid smile when Jiang Cheng wrenches open the door. The other sect leader brings a lot of colour and noise to Cloud Recesses (much like a certain other fellow that his brother prefers) and it's nice to have both after months of a cold, icy winter. ]
Forgive me, I know you were on your way to see me in the hanshi but that seemed awfully formal. [ Rules and customs will be observed, of course, but this isn't Lanling Jin where everything is pomp to be observed by the dozen at every corner. ] I came to ask if you were settling in and have everything you need?
Forgive me, I know you were on your way to see me in the hanshi but that seemed awfully formal. [ Rules and customs will be observed, of course, but this isn't Lanling Jin where everything is pomp to be observed by the dozen at every corner. ] I came to ask if you were settling in and have everything you need?
I... [ He still finds himself flushed, on the brink of stammering like a foolish boy rather than the jaded, fearsome sect leader he likes to present himself as. ] I wouldn't have been that rude if I'd realized it is you. [ Well, not much better than stammering, really. Now Zewu-jun is only going to believe he is a bully to his inferiors, rather than to everyone. Great.
At last, he remembers the qiankun pouch he is clutching and holds it up. ] I brought the bribes.
At last, he remembers the qiankun pouch he is clutching and holds it up. ] I brought the bribes.
People have been much ruder to me than that, it's alright.
[ His smile is unruffled and continues to be quietly amused, radiating calm to hopefully help Jiang Cheng relax. At the sight of the pouch, Xichen arches a brow and has to fight with a bigger smile that threatens to take over, eyes crinkling with mirth. ]
Perhaps we ought to refrain from calling them that, in the case of other ears crossing by.
[ But he still eagerly offers a hand to take the pouch, interested in looking at his gifts. ]
[ His smile is unruffled and continues to be quietly amused, radiating calm to hopefully help Jiang Cheng relax. At the sight of the pouch, Xichen arches a brow and has to fight with a bigger smile that threatens to take over, eyes crinkling with mirth. ]
Perhaps we ought to refrain from calling them that, in the case of other ears crossing by.
[ But he still eagerly offers a hand to take the pouch, interested in looking at his gifts. ]
[ Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes at that playful chiding, yet he doesn't even try to resist a chuckle. ] That is wise, yes, though... I would like to hear the teahouse tales of how I have corrupted respectable Zewu-jun. That should be amusing.
[ As soon as the words are out, it occurs to Jiang Cheng that Lan Xichen must have had a lifetimes fill of featuring in teahouse gossip after Guanyin and the whole terrible Jin Guangyao affair, and he has to stifle another wince at his thoughtless words.
He clears his throat, trying to brush right past any awkwardness his words might cause. ] Regardless, now you see that I have kept my word.
[ As soon as the words are out, it occurs to Jiang Cheng that Lan Xichen must have had a lifetimes fill of featuring in teahouse gossip after Guanyin and the whole terrible Jin Guangyao affair, and he has to stifle another wince at his thoughtless words.
He clears his throat, trying to brush right past any awkwardness his words might cause. ] Regardless, now you see that I have kept my word.
[ The Guanyin temple is far from his mind, as was he for a long time after any gossip was hot about Gusu, so Jiang Cheng does not misstep there. He brings about a teasing edge to Xichen's expression, if anything, as Xichen brings a peach up to inhale the scent of. It is beautiful, sweeter than the apples they have on the mountain, and he briefly closes his eyes. ]
It would take more than bribery to corrupt me, I think.
[ He glances over with the same smile that touches his eyes, briefly resting the peach on his lips before sliding it back in the pouch for safe-keeping. ]
Unless I seem an easy target for someone as wily as Sandu Shengshou.
[ Tossing a title back. ]
It would take more than bribery to corrupt me, I think.
[ He glances over with the same smile that touches his eyes, briefly resting the peach on his lips before sliding it back in the pouch for safe-keeping. ]
Unless I seem an easy target for someone as wily as Sandu Shengshou.
[ Tossing a title back. ]
[ Jiang Cheng's lips twitch at that teasing and he really tries to affect a forbidding face as his reputation demands, yet he can't help an amused snort from slipping out. ]
Wily? [ he asks, brows arched in mock surprise. ] Is that better or worse than terrifying? Fearsome. I'm rather fond of that one. But I will take wily, too.
[ Really, it surprises him how easy it is to tease and joke with Lan Xichen, to simply be at ease with him. It's nothing that comes easily to him, or that he takes for granted - but right now, it is easy. ]
As a wily man, I will have to work harder on my bribes.
Wily? [ he asks, brows arched in mock surprise. ] Is that better or worse than terrifying? Fearsome. I'm rather fond of that one. But I will take wily, too.
[ Really, it surprises him how easy it is to tease and joke with Lan Xichen, to simply be at ease with him. It's nothing that comes easily to him, or that he takes for granted - but right now, it is easy. ]
As a wily man, I will have to work harder on my bribes.
And I will accept every bribe, even if I would host Wanyin each time without such generous gifts.
[ He steps in closer, expression warm with a more subtle, frank fondness and steady confidence. Xichen's dark gaze flicks over Jiang Cheng, visibly considering and taking him in. ]
If it helps with your reputation, feel free to spread the news I quailed before such ... fearsomeness.
[ He steps in closer, expression warm with a more subtle, frank fondness and steady confidence. Xichen's dark gaze flicks over Jiang Cheng, visibly considering and taking him in. ]
If it helps with your reputation, feel free to spread the news I quailed before such ... fearsomeness.
[ This time, a louder bark of laughter escapes him, and he doesn't even try to hold it back first. Amusement glints in his eyes and his body language is relaxed, leaning slightly towards Lan Xichen as he carefully tracks his approach. ]
How could I turn down such a generous offer? I will brag to all that Zewu-jun found me most impressive.
[ Jiang Cheng's eyes soften, some genuine concern showing now as he lets his gaze wander over Lan Xichen once more, this time taking in his health. ]
Would you host me again? [ he asks, then realizes it is a too roundabout way to ask. He does better with bluntness, anyway. ] I was surprised that you would have me as your guest at all. When we exchanged these letters, I was not convinced you would truly break your seclusion to see me.
How could I turn down such a generous offer? I will brag to all that Zewu-jun found me most impressive.
[ Jiang Cheng's eyes soften, some genuine concern showing now as he lets his gaze wander over Lan Xichen once more, this time taking in his health. ]
Would you host me again? [ he asks, then realizes it is a too roundabout way to ask. He does better with bluntness, anyway. ] I was surprised that you would have me as your guest at all. When we exchanged these letters, I was not convinced you would truly break your seclusion to see me.
It is not bragging if it is the truth, as it has always been on that note.
[ Jiang Cheng is impressive, everyone knows it. Somewhat blacklisted among very particular circles but those have nothing to do with Gusu Lan, nor would Xichen care for the gossip of such people.
He glances down when asked so straight-forwardly, a ghost of a laugh on his lips as he considers this is exactly why he wanted to meet with Jiang Cheng who is famed for his candidness. Seclusion was ... necessary, while he stitched his heart and head back together, feeling more sensible after doing so. He knows he would not be shamed for requiring such solitude but it still raises soft pink to his ears to acknowledge it. ]
Yunmeng Jiang is a sect well-known for its honesty. [ To put it politely. ] Since I have known Jiang Wanyin, from your days seated at our lectures to this moment, I have never known you to be a liar. I would like to discuss an all manner of matters with you concerning the sects, large and small, and gain your opinion of them as well as other things, because I ... think I can trust you. Perhaps above all others, save my own kin.
[ When he looks up, Xichen gives a shake of his head that passes for a shrug in Lan gestures. ]
Even if I do not wish to hear something, I think you will tell me. Not many would.
[ Specifically, only Wangji and his husband are undaunted by telling the First Jade of Lan their uncorrupted input. ]
[ Jiang Cheng is impressive, everyone knows it. Somewhat blacklisted among very particular circles but those have nothing to do with Gusu Lan, nor would Xichen care for the gossip of such people.
He glances down when asked so straight-forwardly, a ghost of a laugh on his lips as he considers this is exactly why he wanted to meet with Jiang Cheng who is famed for his candidness. Seclusion was ... necessary, while he stitched his heart and head back together, feeling more sensible after doing so. He knows he would not be shamed for requiring such solitude but it still raises soft pink to his ears to acknowledge it. ]
Yunmeng Jiang is a sect well-known for its honesty. [ To put it politely. ] Since I have known Jiang Wanyin, from your days seated at our lectures to this moment, I have never known you to be a liar. I would like to discuss an all manner of matters with you concerning the sects, large and small, and gain your opinion of them as well as other things, because I ... think I can trust you. Perhaps above all others, save my own kin.
[ When he looks up, Xichen gives a shake of his head that passes for a shrug in Lan gestures. ]
Even if I do not wish to hear something, I think you will tell me. Not many would.
[ Specifically, only Wangji and his husband are undaunted by telling the First Jade of Lan their uncorrupted input. ]
☁︎ —(wen kexing)
[ He is sick of seclusion. It was necessary for a time to grieve the man he thought he knew, and to come to terms with the monster who manipulated him. While Wangji was very responsible and took on the role of Chief Cultivator during this time, as Xichen emerged from his self-imposed exile from the world it became clear that things were not running as smoothly as he was led to believe, largely because the majority of Wangji's interests were not consumed by the rest of the world but by the inevitable return of one loud, spirited young man. One of the first things that happened when Xichen re-entered the world was to accept the title from his little brother who could not literally move fast enough to meet Wei Wuxian up the mountain at the jingshi. That was last month. Ever since, Xichen has been corresponding with the other sects as he re-immerses himself in the living world. Politics are not the only thing to slide back his way, interspersed with proposals from the families of eligible young ladies, and he is ... tired of pretending not to want other things. Perhaps, he sometimes reasons, if he had been more forward with Jin Guangyao, he could have tempered him with distraction, not only that but if he is working hard for the benefit of others he feels mildly entitled to enjoy himself in private, First Jade of Lan or not (is it selfish of him? He cannot begin to care, patience worn down by the pain of the past). So, when he passes by an enigmatic young man at a gathering, a vision in pink corralled from behind by rich red maple trees, Xichen opts for boldness and it gets him farther than he anticipated.
Cloud Recesses is peaceful like an open temple, it swells with the cool air from tall trees and any disturbance is noted by its denizens. He hears footsteps before he turns with a smile to see Wen Kexing there, tossing out poetry like he breathes it, and when a fan teasingly rests against his chin Xichen traces the line of it down to a wrist where his thumb finds a pulse. He holds on, gentle but firm as he steps in closer, peering down at Wen Kexing with a fondness he isn't sure he could stifle if he tried, and returns the touch by brushing curled fingers along a fine jaw, warm despite the seasonal chill in the air around them. ]
'If I am being honest / I am suffocated by my blush / I am speechless when I see you / It is much too obvious.'
[ With his eyes crinkling as his smile widens, he leans down in agreement that they will indeed get to do all sorts of things together and kisses him softly, slowly like a reward for scaling the mountain, a wordless Hello of lips. ]
Come inside so that I might warm you up then, beautiful.
[ He is sick of seclusion. It was necessary for a time to grieve the man he thought he knew, and to come to terms with the monster who manipulated him. While Wangji was very responsible and took on the role of Chief Cultivator during this time, as Xichen emerged from his self-imposed exile from the world it became clear that things were not running as smoothly as he was led to believe, largely because the majority of Wangji's interests were not consumed by the rest of the world but by the inevitable return of one loud, spirited young man. One of the first things that happened when Xichen re-entered the world was to accept the title from his little brother who could not literally move fast enough to meet Wei Wuxian up the mountain at the jingshi. That was last month. Ever since, Xichen has been corresponding with the other sects as he re-immerses himself in the living world. Politics are not the only thing to slide back his way, interspersed with proposals from the families of eligible young ladies, and he is ... tired of pretending not to want other things. Perhaps, he sometimes reasons, if he had been more forward with Jin Guangyao, he could have tempered him with distraction, not only that but if he is working hard for the benefit of others he feels mildly entitled to enjoy himself in private, First Jade of Lan or not (is it selfish of him? He cannot begin to care, patience worn down by the pain of the past). So, when he passes by an enigmatic young man at a gathering, a vision in pink corralled from behind by rich red maple trees, Xichen opts for boldness and it gets him farther than he anticipated.
Cloud Recesses is peaceful like an open temple, it swells with the cool air from tall trees and any disturbance is noted by its denizens. He hears footsteps before he turns with a smile to see Wen Kexing there, tossing out poetry like he breathes it, and when a fan teasingly rests against his chin Xichen traces the line of it down to a wrist where his thumb finds a pulse. He holds on, gentle but firm as he steps in closer, peering down at Wen Kexing with a fondness he isn't sure he could stifle if he tried, and returns the touch by brushing curled fingers along a fine jaw, warm despite the seasonal chill in the air around them. ]
'If I am being honest / I am suffocated by my blush / I am speechless when I see you / It is much too obvious.'
[ With his eyes crinkling as his smile widens, he leans down in agreement that they will indeed get to do all sorts of things together and kisses him softly, slowly like a reward for scaling the mountain, a wordless Hello of lips. ]
Come inside so that I might warm you up then, beautiful.
( The kiss surprises him.
He takes a moment while basking in the heat of Lan Xichen's mouth to realise he may be in over his head. It isn't the act itself, Wen Kexing has kissed and been kissed all over the Jianghu, greedy with desire wherever he goes and leaving quite the reputation for it. He has not been a blushing virgin in a long, long time. And yet there is something about this moment, out here in the open. Courtesans and prostitutes and the occasional pretty, but drunken honoured young gentlemen do not kiss like this. They do not hold their own, in the face of Wen Kexing's lavish hunger. And so Lan Xichen's confidence is heady, sure of himself and the way of the world around him, lacking any of the vicious frenetic energy that most assertive young men hold in their bones.
Were he younger, or more naïve, Wen Kexing is sure he would have been seething with lustful jealousy the minute he set his eyes upon him. Would he have wanted to be him, or to fuck him, this fine young master? Both, and more, presumably. But he spares only the smallest of thoughts to that starving boy though, too busy watching Lan Xichen's face with dark eyes when they part, his own mouth quirking into something teasing. )
Gusu Lan’s hospitality is certainly unparalleled.
( It is easy to follow Lan Xichen inside, Wen Kexing’s gaze devouring the shape of his back and waist as he does so. Any other time he might have been curious at the state of the rooms inside, but for now all of him is focused on one thing. Wen Kexing makes no attempt to hide that he was looking when caught, grin turning lecherous in response as he carefully tucks his fan back into his sleeves, stepping forward to close the space between them once more. He knows, vaguely, that he is absolutely breaking several societal rules by even daring to be near the Chief Cultivator, let alone with the intent he has. He knows, and doesn’t care. Rules are for mortal people, ghosts have no need to heed them.
A sigh falls from his lips, airy and light as he settles a hand at Lan Xichen’s waist, tucking long fingers behind the fabric of his sash )
Why don’t you let me thank you?
( He tugs, ever so slightly, on his grip at the sash before his own body sways forward, capturing Lan Xichen’s mouth in a kiss once more. This time, Wen Kexing lets his own heat simmer behind it, a warm tongue dragging over the plush and pretty bow of the other man’s lips, daring to slip inside when they part. A free hand settles on the other side of a sinfully shaped waist, holding him still so that Wen Kexing can press ever closer, a pleased hum falling from him at all that well-muscled resistance. )
He takes a moment while basking in the heat of Lan Xichen's mouth to realise he may be in over his head. It isn't the act itself, Wen Kexing has kissed and been kissed all over the Jianghu, greedy with desire wherever he goes and leaving quite the reputation for it. He has not been a blushing virgin in a long, long time. And yet there is something about this moment, out here in the open. Courtesans and prostitutes and the occasional pretty, but drunken honoured young gentlemen do not kiss like this. They do not hold their own, in the face of Wen Kexing's lavish hunger. And so Lan Xichen's confidence is heady, sure of himself and the way of the world around him, lacking any of the vicious frenetic energy that most assertive young men hold in their bones.
Were he younger, or more naïve, Wen Kexing is sure he would have been seething with lustful jealousy the minute he set his eyes upon him. Would he have wanted to be him, or to fuck him, this fine young master? Both, and more, presumably. But he spares only the smallest of thoughts to that starving boy though, too busy watching Lan Xichen's face with dark eyes when they part, his own mouth quirking into something teasing. )
Gusu Lan’s hospitality is certainly unparalleled.
( It is easy to follow Lan Xichen inside, Wen Kexing’s gaze devouring the shape of his back and waist as he does so. Any other time he might have been curious at the state of the rooms inside, but for now all of him is focused on one thing. Wen Kexing makes no attempt to hide that he was looking when caught, grin turning lecherous in response as he carefully tucks his fan back into his sleeves, stepping forward to close the space between them once more. He knows, vaguely, that he is absolutely breaking several societal rules by even daring to be near the Chief Cultivator, let alone with the intent he has. He knows, and doesn’t care. Rules are for mortal people, ghosts have no need to heed them.
A sigh falls from his lips, airy and light as he settles a hand at Lan Xichen’s waist, tucking long fingers behind the fabric of his sash )
Why don’t you let me thank you?
( He tugs, ever so slightly, on his grip at the sash before his own body sways forward, capturing Lan Xichen’s mouth in a kiss once more. This time, Wen Kexing lets his own heat simmer behind it, a warm tongue dragging over the plush and pretty bow of the other man’s lips, daring to slip inside when they part. A free hand settles on the other side of a sinfully shaped waist, holding him still so that Wen Kexing can press ever closer, a pleased hum falling from him at all that well-muscled resistance. )
[ There is a meal waiting on the table under wooden covers to keep it hot, a courtesy just like the unused but ready tea-set nearby, yet it all lies forgotten as he walks them to the half of the hanshi given over to a private abode. It is garish and unseemly to lead Wen Kexing there but it also seems frankly sensible, given the way his guest invades his personal space like a rabbit keen to hide from the cold. For his part, Xichen is as sturdy as one of the trees on the mountain, swaying only slightly with the kiss before he plants his weight and chases the slip of a hot tongue with his own to taste every corner of that clever mouth, a slow-burn attraction flaring to life with carefully controlled urgency. He can't rush, he tells himself, that would be a shame for so many reasons ... even if he wants him keenly.
He slides both hands around Wen Kexing's waist, mirroring the sneaky exploration under a sash, before following the curve of a backside with broad palms to drag him in closer, hip-to-hip as the heated kiss breaks for a breath. Not until after he nips a plush lip though, voice slightly deeper. ]
Shouldn't I be the one giving thanks? You climbed a mountain for me, consider me permanently wooed.
He slides both hands around Wen Kexing's waist, mirroring the sneaky exploration under a sash, before following the curve of a backside with broad palms to drag him in closer, hip-to-hip as the heated kiss breaks for a breath. Not until after he nips a plush lip though, voice slightly deeper. ]
Shouldn't I be the one giving thanks? You climbed a mountain for me, consider me permanently wooed.
Ah, but you see. I'm a wicked man with an ulterior motive. I've practically scaled Gusu Lan's walls to steal away a precious gem they were hiding within.
( It doesn't matter that he was invited, that he was let in, the narrative of a burglary amuses him far more than anything else and he is naturally a mischievous storyteller. His fingers splay, heavy at Lan Xichen's waist before they walk playfully up the shape of his sternum, his broad chest, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles as Wen Kexing peers at him through lowered eyelashes. He finds that there is something novel about the promise of strength between those pale blue robes, it isn't usually what he looks for when he takes men to bed. But he is sure, were this a struggle, Lan Xichen would give as good as he got, would put up a fight that might prove invigorating. He wouldn't win, of course, if only because the Ghost Valley Master knows how to do things that pleasant, behaved young men like Lan Xichen don't. He likes the promise of it though, the hint of muscle when he presses even closer, moving to cup the side of his throat with a broad palm, thumb tracing the sharpness of his jaw.
His shark like smile widens as he leans in, breath ghosting over the shape of Lan Xichen's mouth before he moves to the other side of his throat, tongue dragging a line over what little skin is exposed. He's been half hard since all of this started, and he makes the other man aware of it now, rolling his hips against Lan Xichen's own with a pleased, indulgent hum. )
Bed? I recall promising to show you the shape of my mouth wrapped firmly around your cock. ( It's crass, and he knows it, words turned sly and daring, the picture of a gentleman with the mouth of a degenerate. ) I plan to make you weak in the knees, so I'd rather you start comfortable.
( It doesn't matter that he was invited, that he was let in, the narrative of a burglary amuses him far more than anything else and he is naturally a mischievous storyteller. His fingers splay, heavy at Lan Xichen's waist before they walk playfully up the shape of his sternum, his broad chest, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles as Wen Kexing peers at him through lowered eyelashes. He finds that there is something novel about the promise of strength between those pale blue robes, it isn't usually what he looks for when he takes men to bed. But he is sure, were this a struggle, Lan Xichen would give as good as he got, would put up a fight that might prove invigorating. He wouldn't win, of course, if only because the Ghost Valley Master knows how to do things that pleasant, behaved young men like Lan Xichen don't. He likes the promise of it though, the hint of muscle when he presses even closer, moving to cup the side of his throat with a broad palm, thumb tracing the sharpness of his jaw.
His shark like smile widens as he leans in, breath ghosting over the shape of Lan Xichen's mouth before he moves to the other side of his throat, tongue dragging a line over what little skin is exposed. He's been half hard since all of this started, and he makes the other man aware of it now, rolling his hips against Lan Xichen's own with a pleased, indulgent hum. )
Bed? I recall promising to show you the shape of my mouth wrapped firmly around your cock. ( It's crass, and he knows it, words turned sly and daring, the picture of a gentleman with the mouth of a degenerate. ) I plan to make you weak in the knees, so I'd rather you start comfortable.
[ There is no lying in Cloud Recesses, which makes it all the better not to have to point the rule out to a newcomer when, technically, Wen Kexing isn't even fibbing: he is with the First Jade of Lan (being considered such a treasure is useful, sometimes). Not that Xichen would be so rude as to correct Wen Kexing on anything. The delightful playfulness is charming when directed his way, he has a terrible feeling he would let him get away with a bit too much ...
The lick tasting his throat has his eyes closing and everything else — the dull pressure of a clothed interested cock, the dirty talk — makes him screw them shut a moment later as he gathers his resolve. Xichen is also getting hard and his soft robes do little to hide it once they are nudging hip-to-hip, an addictive sensation that sends a shiver down his spine. Wen Kexing is clever, pretty, and forward, all of his traits are attractive and his playfulness melts into Xichen too: in a single move he hooks under the other man's thighs and lifts him up, quietly famed Lan arm strength meaning he doesn't struggle for a second.
If he were anyone else he would wear a cocky smirk, as it is Xichen only beams up with amused eyes and a soft, would-be innocent smile as he walks them toward the bed. ]
Forgive my impatience, you did inspire it.
[ He sits back on the bed and tugs Wen Kexing onto his lap with a bevvy of robes susurrating around them. Capturing the other man's chin between a thumb and forefinger, he seeks to kiss him hungrily and invade that mouth all over again. ]
The lick tasting his throat has his eyes closing and everything else — the dull pressure of a clothed interested cock, the dirty talk — makes him screw them shut a moment later as he gathers his resolve. Xichen is also getting hard and his soft robes do little to hide it once they are nudging hip-to-hip, an addictive sensation that sends a shiver down his spine. Wen Kexing is clever, pretty, and forward, all of his traits are attractive and his playfulness melts into Xichen too: in a single move he hooks under the other man's thighs and lifts him up, quietly famed Lan arm strength meaning he doesn't struggle for a second.
If he were anyone else he would wear a cocky smirk, as it is Xichen only beams up with amused eyes and a soft, would-be innocent smile as he walks them toward the bed. ]
Forgive my impatience, you did inspire it.
[ He sits back on the bed and tugs Wen Kexing onto his lap with a bevvy of robes susurrating around them. Capturing the other man's chin between a thumb and forefinger, he seeks to kiss him hungrily and invade that mouth all over again. ]
( Stunned silent is not a thing Wen Kexing often is. Hoisted around like he's a mere slip of a thing less so. Had any other man tried and they'd have probably found themselves on the wrong end of the Valley Master's bladed fan, but he at least still has the wherewithal to keep himself from causing a diplomatic incident. It wouldn't do to slit the Chief Cultivator's throat after all. Besides, his pretty smile is soothing, and his confidence daring, and when Wen Kexing is pulled astride his thighs and thoroughly kissed he forgets to be the vicious creature that hides beneath his skin, melting instead into the moment. It's easy after to let his weight settle, one hand moving to bury into Lan Xichen's hair, the other curled around his shoulder for added balance.
The kiss is a heated thing, starving, and he thinks he had definitely misjudged the Lan Clan leader the first time he saw him. Even the flirtation after had hardly prepared Wen Kexing for the heat of his mouth, the way it chases his own, and he finds himself grinding down, strangely impatient. His nails scrape light over Lan Xichen's nape, palm splayed against the back of his head as he sucks on his tongue. He tastes clean in a way that Wen Kexing finds appealing, a hint of tea but little else. He can imagine his skin will be just as free of fault and the thought makes him hungrier, somehow. How nice, to touch something pristine, even if he's half sure he could ruin it.
He tugs a little on inky black locks making Lan Xichen's head piece tilt, his teeth biting down against his bottom lip before he parts from the kiss. )
What about this? ( His fingers hover, but do not touch the silver on top of his head. ) Do I have to offer you any potential heirs if I touch this?
The kiss is a heated thing, starving, and he thinks he had definitely misjudged the Lan Clan leader the first time he saw him. Even the flirtation after had hardly prepared Wen Kexing for the heat of his mouth, the way it chases his own, and he finds himself grinding down, strangely impatient. His nails scrape light over Lan Xichen's nape, palm splayed against the back of his head as he sucks on his tongue. He tastes clean in a way that Wen Kexing finds appealing, a hint of tea but little else. He can imagine his skin will be just as free of fault and the thought makes him hungrier, somehow. How nice, to touch something pristine, even if he's half sure he could ruin it.
He tugs a little on inky black locks making Lan Xichen's head piece tilt, his teeth biting down against his bottom lip before he parts from the kiss. )
What about this? ( His fingers hover, but do not touch the silver on top of his head. ) Do I have to offer you any potential heirs if I touch this?
[ He could sit and kiss Wen Kexing for hours, low moans melding over the caress of tongues as he aims to taste every inch of that claiming mouth. Having to spread his knees because his cock is filling out shifts the other man closer, enough that all Lan Xichen can think of is cradling the dip of a waist for support and palming his way between all those lovely robes, trying to get as close to skin as he can.
Lulled into arousal so thoroughly, he remembers his headband with a moment's surprise. Snorts at the suggestion of heirs. ]
Only the potential to try and beget some.
[ He has to stop pawing at the front of Wen Kexing to take off his headband, doing so with a few deft tugs; it gets tossed aside, safer on the floor near the window than loose by another person. That done, he takes his guan off for good measure and it clinks as it too hits wood, rolling to a halt wherever it wants as his hair spills down over his shoulders. Impatiently feckless, his attitude to anything but the man on his lap.
Lan Xichen hasn't stopped gazing at Wen Kexing, leaning in to bumps noses as he frames those hips in his hands and grinds up; the line of his hard-on is not insignificant, another Lan trait he hopes will please his lover. His bottom lip is still wet and red from Wen Kexing's teeth. ]
You are captivating.
Lulled into arousal so thoroughly, he remembers his headband with a moment's surprise. Snorts at the suggestion of heirs. ]
Only the potential to try and beget some.
[ He has to stop pawing at the front of Wen Kexing to take off his headband, doing so with a few deft tugs; it gets tossed aside, safer on the floor near the window than loose by another person. That done, he takes his guan off for good measure and it clinks as it too hits wood, rolling to a halt wherever it wants as his hair spills down over his shoulders. Impatiently feckless, his attitude to anything but the man on his lap.
Lan Xichen hasn't stopped gazing at Wen Kexing, leaning in to bumps noses as he frames those hips in his hands and grinds up; the line of his hard-on is not insignificant, another Lan trait he hopes will please his lover. His bottom lip is still wet and red from Wen Kexing's teeth. ]
You are captivating.
( He preens, puffing up like a little bird at the compliment, his expression going pink and pleased. Wen Kexing is never easy, except apparently when he is, and praise often works wonders at softening the sharpness of his edges. So too, does the feeling of Lan Xichen's arousal beneath him, his own mouth wet with want. Preference be damned, but he wants to feel the weight of it on his tongue already, wants to know if he could take it all. He shifts a little again, the delicious drag making his head spin, and thinks maybe it would be a tight fit. )
Sweet talker.
( Leaning back, Wen Kexing starts his daring work on loosening Lan Xichen's belt, mirth making the corner of his mouth twitch upright. His fingers are quick, and deft, sure of themselves as he works on untying and though it is equisitely made he pulls it free with a hard tug when Lan Xichen moves to accomodate him. His touch turns greedy again, sliding beneath his outer robe to push it off, shamelessly squeezing the biceps he feels there when he comes across them. )
You've been hiding away all the best parts of you, Zewu-Jun.
( There are far too many layers, and so Wen Kexing merely reaches out to tug the fabric at his collar loose so he can press an open mouthed, needy kiss at his throat, hips moving in restless, aimless circles. )
Sweet talker.
( Leaning back, Wen Kexing starts his daring work on loosening Lan Xichen's belt, mirth making the corner of his mouth twitch upright. His fingers are quick, and deft, sure of themselves as he works on untying and though it is equisitely made he pulls it free with a hard tug when Lan Xichen moves to accomodate him. His touch turns greedy again, sliding beneath his outer robe to push it off, shamelessly squeezing the biceps he feels there when he comes across them. )
You've been hiding away all the best parts of you, Zewu-Jun.
( There are far too many layers, and so Wen Kexing merely reaches out to tug the fabric at his collar loose so he can press an open mouthed, needy kiss at his throat, hips moving in restless, aimless circles. )
Sweet inspiration.
[ As Wen Kexing battles with Xichen's belts he can't help sharing his amused smile and pets his way down to a pair of thighs so he won't get in the way of all his robes being undone. He leans into every touch, starved for it, and his nails dig in when his neck is worked over with a kiss, head tipping back on a sigh that sounds like relief.
Gods above, he's harder than he usually gets on the rare occasions he takes care of that particular problem. It's not like he's married or doing any good by touching himself so it has a tinge of shamefulness attached, not something he thinks anyone should feel. With Wen Kexing riding him through his pleated pants, dragged in and guided by Xichen's grip on his thighs, the stiff line of his cock finds a home under the seat of his lover and he bucks harder, giving him a reason to hold on. ]
You're over-dressed.
[ If only Xichen had the self-control to stop trying to fuck Wen Kexing through their clothes and could fix that, but he isn't sure he does. ]
Ahh ...
[ As Wen Kexing battles with Xichen's belts he can't help sharing his amused smile and pets his way down to a pair of thighs so he won't get in the way of all his robes being undone. He leans into every touch, starved for it, and his nails dig in when his neck is worked over with a kiss, head tipping back on a sigh that sounds like relief.
Gods above, he's harder than he usually gets on the rare occasions he takes care of that particular problem. It's not like he's married or doing any good by touching himself so it has a tinge of shamefulness attached, not something he thinks anyone should feel. With Wen Kexing riding him through his pleated pants, dragged in and guided by Xichen's grip on his thighs, the stiff line of his cock finds a home under the seat of his lover and he bucks harder, giving him a reason to hold on. ]
You're over-dressed.
[ If only Xichen had the self-control to stop trying to fuck Wen Kexing through their clothes and could fix that, but he isn't sure he does. ]
Ahh ...
Impatient.
( Pot, kettle.
But, because he is a kind and generous person, he abandons Lan Xichen's robes to lean back again, working on his own. With every impatient little movement it brings a delicious kind of friction that has his stomach swooping, grin caught between his own teeth as his sash joins the one on the floor. His robes aren't half as unwieldy, made for vanity rather than anything else. The outer one gets shrugged off, and tossed aside, the others half-following. One pale shoulder gets bared, and Wen Kexing flutters his eyelashes like a courtesan in Lan Xichen's direction, striking a pose from his seat in the other man's lap. )
Be good, I'll make it worth your while.
( It's less chastising than he intends, the two of them in disarray but no closer to actually being naked. Wen Kexing seemingly abandons doing anything other than loosening his robes in impish promiscuity to start undoing Lan Xichen's own, the same biting kiss to the same spot at his throat and then another, lower, teeth nipping at his collarbone while wide hands slip underneath fabric. )
Have you done this before?
( Flirtation aside, he had heard all the Lan were prudish to a fault. But his question doesn't come across as judgemental, not when he's tweaking a lovely nipple in punctuation, tongue tracing the dip at his clavicle. )
( Pot, kettle.
But, because he is a kind and generous person, he abandons Lan Xichen's robes to lean back again, working on his own. With every impatient little movement it brings a delicious kind of friction that has his stomach swooping, grin caught between his own teeth as his sash joins the one on the floor. His robes aren't half as unwieldy, made for vanity rather than anything else. The outer one gets shrugged off, and tossed aside, the others half-following. One pale shoulder gets bared, and Wen Kexing flutters his eyelashes like a courtesan in Lan Xichen's direction, striking a pose from his seat in the other man's lap. )
Be good, I'll make it worth your while.
( It's less chastising than he intends, the two of them in disarray but no closer to actually being naked. Wen Kexing seemingly abandons doing anything other than loosening his robes in impish promiscuity to start undoing Lan Xichen's own, the same biting kiss to the same spot at his throat and then another, lower, teeth nipping at his collarbone while wide hands slip underneath fabric. )
Have you done this before?
( Flirtation aside, he had heard all the Lan were prudish to a fault. But his question doesn't come across as judgemental, not when he's tweaking a lovely nipple in punctuation, tongue tracing the dip at his clavicle. )
[ Those fluttering lashes as thin inner robes slip off Wen Kexing's shoulder, the way he always looks so pretty, mischievous without being insincere ... Lucky no one tied him down before I could have a taste, thinks Xichen. His cock twitches and he bucks up when a bite mauls his throat again, the threat of bruising that he might not heal with his golden core becoming a tempting one although he will have to because none of this is supposed to be happening. On that note, ]
I'm the First Jade.
[ As much of an answer as anything, to him. However, after dealing with emotional trauma that almost broke his spirit, he doesn't see any value to keeping his body pristine either. There are cracks through his soul like a mended piece of pottery, never mind how flawless his pale skin and dark hair is. It means so little to him now and Wen Kexing is a formidable force of nature, there's no way Xichen could bear to miss out on loving him, even for just a night. Or three.
Ties are undone, Xichen mapping out a waist and sliding lower to trace hips with his thumbs, exploring Wen Kexing's skin with simmering intrigue. Xichen touches him everywhere but his cock, pleated pants pooling around the vision on his lap to make Wen Kexing look somehow even more debauched. A groan breaks past his red-bitten lips as his chest is toyed with, rutting up to insistently fuck behind the swell of clothed balls, there, he wants to feel how hot he is there.
A sweeter name slips out as he nuzzles the soft hair by Wen Kexing's temple. ]
I gave a-Xing my first kiss, the rest follows.
I'm the First Jade.
[ As much of an answer as anything, to him. However, after dealing with emotional trauma that almost broke his spirit, he doesn't see any value to keeping his body pristine either. There are cracks through his soul like a mended piece of pottery, never mind how flawless his pale skin and dark hair is. It means so little to him now and Wen Kexing is a formidable force of nature, there's no way Xichen could bear to miss out on loving him, even for just a night. Or three.
Ties are undone, Xichen mapping out a waist and sliding lower to trace hips with his thumbs, exploring Wen Kexing's skin with simmering intrigue. Xichen touches him everywhere but his cock, pleated pants pooling around the vision on his lap to make Wen Kexing look somehow even more debauched. A groan breaks past his red-bitten lips as his chest is toyed with, rutting up to insistently fuck behind the swell of clothed balls, there, he wants to feel how hot he is there.
A sweeter name slips out as he nuzzles the soft hair by Wen Kexing's temple. ]
I gave a-Xing my first kiss, the rest follows.
( The admission doesn't startle him, the nickname does. He has not been called that in a long, long time, not since he forbade Luo Fumeng from using it the moment his body started willowing beyond it's then sapling state. It was a kindness he didn't need, a sweetness he couldn't want. And so he looks at him for a breath, mouth parted before Wen Kexing lets it go with a shudder and moves his hands to cup Lan Xichen's face between his palms. If he were a better man, a kinder man, he'd make his excuses and leave. Wen Kexing is not the kind of person who should be given things. But Lan Xichen isn't the first virgin he's bedded, he presumably won't be the last, and the want is stronger than the guilt. )
Sweet.
( Wen Kexing kisses him again in response, a lingering, desperate press of lips. He's more than a little tempted to keep grinding down, to see if he can make the pristine first jade of Lan spill in his trousers like a much younger man. It would amuse him, he thinks, a nice little memory to tuck away. But no, he wants this to last. And so he moves carefully back across his jaw, down the column of his throat, his hands parting the layers of blue robes as he works so he can duck further and take that poor abused nipple between his lips. He sucks light, once, then harder, teeth grazing. His thumb rubs circles over the other one, and then he's moving to it too, giving it the same treatment. He changes his weight to his knees, shifting so the curtain of his hair drags over the bare, muscled skin of Lan Xichen's stomach. )
Let's start with this then - ( A hand, cleverly sneaking beneath too many strewn layers to cup Lan Xichen through his trousers. Wen Kexing's smile sharpens, when he bucks up against the cage of his fingers, a melodic hum in response. ) - Help me get all of this off, mm? Good boy.
Sweet.
( Wen Kexing kisses him again in response, a lingering, desperate press of lips. He's more than a little tempted to keep grinding down, to see if he can make the pristine first jade of Lan spill in his trousers like a much younger man. It would amuse him, he thinks, a nice little memory to tuck away. But no, he wants this to last. And so he moves carefully back across his jaw, down the column of his throat, his hands parting the layers of blue robes as he works so he can duck further and take that poor abused nipple between his lips. He sucks light, once, then harder, teeth grazing. His thumb rubs circles over the other one, and then he's moving to it too, giving it the same treatment. He changes his weight to his knees, shifting so the curtain of his hair drags over the bare, muscled skin of Lan Xichen's stomach. )
Let's start with this then - ( A hand, cleverly sneaking beneath too many strewn layers to cup Lan Xichen through his trousers. Wen Kexing's smile sharpens, when he bucks up against the cage of his fingers, a melodic hum in response. ) - Help me get all of this off, mm? Good boy.
[ Sweet. He intends to be, amongst other things.
The abuse of a nipple has him sinking his fingers into that hair so he can watch him work even as his own chest heaves under the rougher attention. Xichen leans back on a bent arm to fully enjoy the sight Wen Kexing makes mouthing his way down his body, arching up in a wave as the tickle of long hair flirts with his bare skin, sensitive to everything. Good boy gets a look from underneath his long lashes, a warning as much of a tease. The praise is appreciated but he is absolutely going to reverse it back at some point, don't think he won't.
He loses a sense of who he is when his cock, now eight and a half inches of aching need, is palmed like a toy because fuck.
Fabric shreds as he yanks off the sleeves still hanging on his own shoulders, ignored in favour of next hastily untying his trousers. That done, he starts to (with mildly more care) undress what's left on Wen Kexing, abdomen tensing lean muscles when Xichen can't bear not to kiss him and sits back up to do just that, tilting Wen Kexing's chin with two fingers as he plants an affectionate smooch on those cute pouty lips. ]
Huan. My name is Lan Huan.
[ Zewu-Jun belongs somewhere down the mountain with his paperwork. ]
The abuse of a nipple has him sinking his fingers into that hair so he can watch him work even as his own chest heaves under the rougher attention. Xichen leans back on a bent arm to fully enjoy the sight Wen Kexing makes mouthing his way down his body, arching up in a wave as the tickle of long hair flirts with his bare skin, sensitive to everything. Good boy gets a look from underneath his long lashes, a warning as much of a tease. The praise is appreciated but he is absolutely going to reverse it back at some point, don't think he won't.
He loses a sense of who he is when his cock, now eight and a half inches of aching need, is palmed like a toy because fuck.
Fabric shreds as he yanks off the sleeves still hanging on his own shoulders, ignored in favour of next hastily untying his trousers. That done, he starts to (with mildly more care) undress what's left on Wen Kexing, abdomen tensing lean muscles when Xichen can't bear not to kiss him and sits back up to do just that, tilting Wen Kexing's chin with two fingers as he plants an affectionate smooch on those cute pouty lips. ]
Huan. My name is Lan Huan.
[ Zewu-Jun belongs somewhere down the mountain with his paperwork. ]
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