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Wei Wuxian is a lot to deal with, Jiang Cheng knows this and so does everyone else who has interacted with him more than once. He is always full of ideas and energy, he is easily bored, loud, a little bit grandiose, and for someone so brilliant he can be frustratingly oblivious to the effect of his own words and actions.
As brightly as he shines – bright as the sun – he is A Lot.
What fewer people bother to discover is what lies beneath the loudness and the restless energy. There aren’t many who get to see him go quiet and thoughtful, or who get to witness the insecurities well-hidden beneath his grandiose bravado. Wei Wuxian can be very focused, even, it just doesn’t happen often when there are so many people and things to catch the attention of his bright mind – but when it happens, there is something intoxicating to being the center point of this single-minded focus.
There are many reasons to love Wei Wuxian, and Jiang Cheng could list them all, except that Wei Wuxian’s head is big enough already.
That he can be so fucking annoying, however, is definitely not on the list.
“A-Cheng!” he crows triumphantly as he rushes over, looking as if he had physically escaped from his punishment instead of being released – which very well might be the case, though Jiang Cheng hopes it isn’t. It would just double the time, and he is rather tired of entertaining himself.
“There you are!” Wei Wuxian huffs, gracing him with a dramatic pout. “I have been looking everywhere for you! Don’t roll your eyes at me, A-Cheng, did you not even miss me?!”
Jiang Cheng, who had been sitting under a tree reviewing today’s notes and not making a nuisance of himself unlike certain other people, grunts as he is tackled. They end up flat on the ground in a tangle of arms and legs from the sheer force of Wei Wuxian’s momentum and Jiang Cheng’s scandalized struggles.
“You were gone for barely two shichen! Why should I miss you; I was relishing the silence!”
He did, in fact, miss Wei Wuxian, but right now he is busy squawking his outrage at the rough treatment – and trying to get some accidental elbow jabs in – so he is kind of too busy for honesty.
Wei Wuxian howls at the elbow to his stomach, crowing about betrayal and cruelty and is that the kind of husband you will be to your poor Xianxian, A-Cheng?!
Jiang Cheng scowls and blushes and lets the loud pouting wash over him, letting it warm him from within with such force that not even the disapproving looks of passing Lan disciples can cool it. He is certain he heard some pointed hisses of no shouting in the Cloud Recesses and other such rules but honestly, it is hard to make out any pointed hisses when Wei Wuxian is sprawled all over his lap, babbling right into his ear.
So Jiang Cheng blushes and wraps his arms around his waist to keep him securely in place even as he nags Wei Wuxian for his shamelessness and his noisiness and everything else he can possibly think to nag him for.
“Don’t be mean, A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian pouts at him, much to Jiang Cheng’s renewed protests.
He really wishes he would stop calling him that accursed endearment in public, he knows it never fails to make him blush (which, incidentally, is why Wei Wuxian insists on using it.)
“I had to copy rules all afternoon long. And Lan Zhan is so mean! He won’t let me take any breaks. I told him my hand hurts from all the writing and it will fall off if he keeps punishing me but he didn’t even look up from his book!”
“That’s because he knows you well enough to know better!” Jiang Cheng counters, not without some well-deserved smugness.
When they arrived at Cloud Recesses, Jiang Cheng had been worried. He knew already that there was nobody at Lotus Pier who could hold Wei Wuxian’s attention more than he did, but Cloud Recesses would be filled with the most prominent young masters of their generation, and certainly, all of them would be more interesting than Jiang Cheng.
After the first night, when Wei Wuxian could only speak of his nighttime duel with Lan Wangji, he had been sick with fear and grief, half-convinced already that whatever magic permitted Wei Wuxian to see him and only him had finally run its course.
Then life had continued, and every time Wei Wuxian’s eyes sought out Jiang Cheng in a crowd, the tightly wound knot in his belly had loosened a little more.
Now, Jiang Cheng simply rolls his eyes. “You could try not antagonizing the boy supervising your punishments, or, here’s an idea, you could try not to go out of your way to get punished in the first place.”
“I could, but that would be boring.” Wei Wuxian buries his nose in the crook of Jiang Cheng’s neck, unabashedly sniffing him right here in public, for all to see. He must feel Jiang Cheng stiffen under him in mortification, he must, but all he does is laugh and press a soothing-but-not-apologetic kiss to his neck.
Under him, Jiang Cheng tries his best to hide the shiver running through him, but he can’t keep his grip from tightening on Wei Wuxian’s robes.
He had been afraid at first but then… then Wei Wuxian had started acting like this.
He had never been so demonstrative at Lotus Pier; he wouldn’t have dared. The casual possessiveness he displays, the ways in which he hovers near Jiang Cheng, the ways he tries to be constantly touching him. How he is so loud, so blatant, how he rubs into everyone’s face that Jiang Cheng belongs to him…
Albeit in his own unconventional alpha way, Wei Wuxian is a teenage alpha posturing – and he is posturing for Jiang Cheng.
Mom would have never stood for it, he would have long since had the skin whipped off his back for such presumptuousness.
They aren’t even mated, not yet.
Jiang Cheng may have chosen his alpha – and as sect heir, it is his prerogative even as an omega to choose a mate rather than be chosen – but his parents had chosen that he would spend the few heats he had had alone. His mother, he suspects, hopes he will grow out of Wei Wuxian and move on to someone better, while his father keeps saying they are too young to risk binding themselves for life. It is hard for Jiang Cheng not to feel like he is hoping Wei Wuxian will move on to someone better.
Frightened as he was of losing Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng had cried and pleaded with his parents when his last heat before leaving for Gusu began, but his desperation had only solidified their conviction that he would do something foolish – and they were right that he had been wanting to mate, he just disagreed that he was foolish for it. He had spent his heat alone just like the two prior ones, miserable in body and now heartsick as well, for he was convinced he would lose Wei Wuxian without the mating bite to bind them for life.
“A-Cheng.” Wei Wuxian rubs his nose playfully against his cheek. His breath is warm and tickles. “What are you brooding about now?”
Jiang Cheng blinks, pulled out of his thoughts by the soft murmur, and hums. He turns his head and Wei Wuxian meets him halfway, mouths meeting in a coy brush of lips against lips. It is barely a kiss at all but Jiang Cheng shivers again, feeling hot and cold prickles wash over him and feels such desperate, overwhelming want.
He hears Wei Wuxian’s sharp inhale and the soft growl that follows it.
As far as alphas go, Wei Wuxian has always been as gentle as they come. He is playful rather than commanding, affectionate rather than proprietary. His peacocking has also become absolutely insufferable ever since they stepped foot into Cloud Recesses but that is a different story. Point is, Wei Wuxian defies alpha expectations nearly as much as Jiang Cheng defies omega stereotypes. Except when he doesn’t.
The growl vibrates through him and into Jiang Cheng, settling deep into his bones and touching something deep and primal that doesn’t really have a place in his life outside of heats. Except now it does, apparently.
Jiang Cheng had been afraid that Cloud Recesses would make Wei Wuxian lose interest. Instead, Wei Wuxian has been acting more alpha than Jiang Cheng has seen him ever before outside of these restless days right before his ruts.
He does go and chase after Lan Wangji’s attention, but it is hard to still be frightened when Wei Wuxian’s attention shifts as soon as he catches a whiff of Jiang Cheng’s scent. It is hard to remain worried when Wei Wuxian misses no opportunity to drape himself all over Jiang Cheng, when he struts and preens on the training field, only for his eyes to keep searching out Jiang Cheng and reassure himself that he is watching. When he finds Jiang Cheng’s eyes on him, his face lights up in a blindingly bright smile that never fails to make his heart beat faster.
Lan Wangji may be interesting but after his afternoons in the library it is Jiang Cheng he seeks out and remains glued to for the rest of the day and then it is his bed into which he crawls under some feeble excuse of his own being too hot or too cold or too uncomfortable. Most nights they inevitably end up with wandering hands and wandering mouths and sooner or later with Jiang Cheng moaning as he is filled, or with Wei Wuxian’s broken little whimpers when he begs Jiang Cheng to fuck him. Some nights they only cuddle, but Wei Wuxian always makes sure that they sleep closely enough entwined for his scent to linger on Jiang Cheng all day long.
They aren’t mated but as far as the rest of Cloud Recesses is concerned, they might as well be.
It isn’t a bite on his neck or the reassurance that they are inescapably tied to one another until the day they die, but in the meantime, it is good enough.
Nevertheless, Jiang Cheng still wants to be mated. He really hopes the Gusu disciples will be less observant, and his next heat can hit before he is sequestered away to preserve his modesty, as his parents have undoubtedly instructed. Even if Wei Wuxian doesn’t bite him just yet, he wants to spend his heat with him and feel like they truly are a pair of alpha and omega. He wants to know what it feels like to be knotted, too. He really, desperately wants to feel it.
A shiver runs through him as his mind wanders to the vivid fantasies he has painted for himself.
“…told him that you need to store them with the stem attached or they won’t taste the same. What do you think, A-Cheng? You would tell him I’m right, wouldn’t you?” There is expectant silence, in which Jiang Cheng tries to puzzle together what he is agreeing to. Wei Wuxian makes an impatient noise and pokes his side. “Jiang Cheng! Are you ignoring me?”
“As if! You’re too loud to ignore, no matter how hard I try!”
Scoff or not, he is well aware that he is already blushing an even darker shade of red at Wei Wuxian’s exaggerated pout and the prospect of sharing his thoughts. They are alone under the tree but they aren’t exactly in a secluded spot, there are all kinds of people walking past them or sitting nearby. He would most certainly die from mortification if anyone overheard him fantasizing about heats and knots. There is a very good chance even just the mortification of admitting it to Wei Wuxian would kill him.
“I was just thinking,” he grumbles and pointedly rolls his eyes, “You wouldn’t know what that’s like.”
Wei Wuxian squirms on his lap, accidentally on purpose grinding against Jiang Cheng’s rapidly awakening arousal. “I believe you were thinking of me,” he says, smugly.
Jiang Cheng wants to die. He also wants to drag Wei Wuxian to their room, rip the clothes from his body and do all kinds of shameless things to him that will have Wei Wuxian the one sputtering and blushing. He isn’t quite sure yet what it would take today to shut him up but he is confident he would enjoy the failures as much as the eventual success; he always does.
“Oh, and why is that?” he asks, trying for haughtily bored though he mostly just sounds strangled. “Maybe I was thinking of someone else.”
Wei Wuxian growls again and this time, his fingers dig into Jiang Cheng’s hips. “You did not.”
“How would you know?” he shoots back archly. “You aren’t the only alpha here.”
In fact, he does not. It has always been Wei Wuxian and he has no desire for this to ever change – but sometimes it is nice to goad him.
“Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian growls in the tone of voice that never fails to go straight to his groin.
His breath hitches in giddy, restless anticipation. He knows the promise in that tone of voice. He will be sore when Wei Wuxian is done with him tonight.
When he is feeling particularly possessive, when he feels the need to remind Jiang Cheng whom he belongs to, Wei Wuxian likes to take him before he is quite ready. He may be an omega, but outside of heats, his body isn’t constantly loose and ready to be fucked. It takes a long time for him to be wet enough that Wei Wuxian can slide into him without lubrication. But when he wants to punish Jiang Cheng, or when he just wants to burn his claim into his body, he does not bother to wait and basks in the broken little mewls he wrings from Jiang Cheng when he has him overwhelmed with pain and pleasure.
Jiang Cheng whines now, soft and submissive, and tilts his head just the slightest bit to bare his unmarked throat.
It is anything but a gesture of submission. Not when he offers himself to Wei Wuxian in a place where they both know there is absolutely nothing he can do about it.
“Our room,” is all Wei Wuxian chokes out and then he is yanking Jiang Cheng to his feet. His hand is sweaty around Jiang Cheng’s, his grip desperately tight.
They make it to their room in record time.
Jiang Cheng grunts when his back hits the wall with a little bit too much force, though Wei Wuxian’s hand cradling the back of his head protects him from hurting himself. Wei Wuxian’s hands are rough and clumsy in their haste as he yanks at his robes and as shaky as Jiang Cheng’s. His mouth is more biting than kissing his.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” he gasps into the kiss, “You really shouldn’t have done that, A-Cheng. You don’t know what you do to me these days. It burns.”
With every sharp breath of air Jiang Cheng inhales, he inhales the smell of alpha arousal, sharper and more dominant than it usually is. Forceful. He can feel his own body responding, though not as strongly or as speedily as he would like. If they were mated, his omega physique would be rushing to match his mate’s needs, to prime him for his use. Now, his responses are slower, his body not yet understanding that it exists to satisfy Wei Wuxian’s desires, even though his heart and mind want only him. Now, it is mostly his own arousal humming through him, this desperate maddening want that leaves him heady and giddy and breathless but doesn’t have him gushing slick.
Wei Wuxian grinds into him just once, just one blissful moment of cock sliding against cock, Jiang Cheng whimpering and scrambling to wrap his arms and legs around Wei Wuxian and ready to let himself be fucked against the wall.
Instead, he finds himself hauled towards the bed and pushed face down onto the mattress. He is only half on the bed, his legs dangling over the edge, and he scrambles, barking sharp protests at the undignified position, but when he tries to haul himself fully onto the bed, there are Wei Wuxian’s hands gripping his hips with bruising force. They yank him back and then he can feel Wei Wuxian’s thumbs digging into his ass cheeks, already spreading him wide.
His heart stutters and he whines again, eyes wide and belly fluttery in nervous anticipation for he isn’t ready yet, he isn’t wet or loose enough to be taken unprepared. Wei Wuxian will be so much. His fingers clench around fistfuls of the bedsheet as he feels the blunt head of Wei Wuxian’s cock positioned against his hole. A needy little whimper falls from his lips, one they both know to be a plea for more. Wei Wuxian feels so large against his hole and he will feel even larger once he is inside him, Jiang Cheng knows he will. It will hurt so good, it will be like being marked from the inside out, like the closest he can get to the mating bite denied to him – and Jiang Cheng wants it, he wants it so desperately he could cry with need, he just won’t because he still has an irascible role to play in their little game.
There is no time for more faux protests or outrage, Wei Wuxian thrusts and pushes past the resistance of his clenching, tight rim and then keeps right going until he is buried to the hilt inside Jiang Cheng’s convulsing body.
Jiang Cheng howls, his back arches, his mind blanking somewhere between ecstasy and agony and his heart is beating so hard and so fast he could swear it is about to burst out of his ribcage any moment now.
This isn’t the first time Wei Wuxian has been rough with him, but it has never been quite like this. He has never been quite so ferocious, never quite so dominant, never has Jiang Cheng felt quite so deliciously helpless pinned under him, speared on his cock and near choking on his overwhelming alpha scent. He moans his bliss and lets his body do as his instincts tell him to, which is to go slack in complete submission and let his alpha take what he wants.
Wei Wuxian wastes no time to pound into his now pliant body and Jiang Cheng whimpers under him, feeling wonderfully helpless and small and so utterly at his mercy.
“You’re mine,” Wei Wuxian growls, and Jiang Cheng whimpers again because that is usually his line, he is the one who desperately, needily stakes verbal claims while Wei Wuxian is all sweet promises and bedazzling smiles. “You belong to me. Nobody else gets to touch you.”
Jiang Cheng’s body has finally caught up to the rest of him and there are wet smacking sounds with every thrust now. His hole is still aching from how rough Wei Wuxian had been in first entering him, it sends a sting of pain through him every time his cock tugs at his rim when he draws back and thrusts back inside, only for a jolt of pure ecstasy to follow when he hits his prostate. The pain-pleasure is steadily catapulting him into a haze, and he faintly wonders if this is what heat will feel like once he is all fucked out and it hurts to keep going, but he still needs more. He knows a lot about that need for more from his lonely heats.
“I’m yours,” he gasps, without further prompting. He tries to somehow find the leverage to thrust back but Wei Wuxian is still grasping his hips and holding his ass lifted up, he can only take what he is being given, can only surrender himself to being nothing but a sheathe for Wei Wuxian to fuck into. He feels beads of sweat roll over his body. He feels his hair cling to his back, having come loose somewhere along the way. Most of all, he feels Wei Wuxian. He may be drowning in Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian spills into him with Jiang Cheng’s name on his lips and Jiang Cheng comes untouched.
His hips are finally lowered to the mattress, Wei Wuxian still nestled against his ass, cock still buried deep inside him.
Jiang Cheng grunts in frustration. “I want your knot. I want your knot and your mark already,” he admits easily now in his post-orgasmic haze, and he is so frustrated he thinks he could cry from this sheer unfulfilled want, too.
A tongue laps at his neck and teeth nip but it is not the same, he doesn’t crave the sensation and not even the pain, he wants the real thing, and now there are real tears stinging in his eyes which he angrily blinks back.
“I know,” Wei Wuxian rasps, and he sounds shaken, too, though this only mollifies Jiang Cheng somewhat.
“I don’t want another lonely heat.” His fingers clench and unclench around fistfuls of the bedsheet. He is vaguely aware he is still hanging half off the bed but regaining his dignity would mean having to separate from Wei Wuxian and that is unacceptable.
Now it is Wei Wuxian who whines, low and keening, distressed by Jiang Cheng’s distress and his own helplessness to do anything about it. It is a certain kind of distress alpha mates feel but they are mates in all but marking. “I know, A-Cheng,” he murmurs and peppers his sweaty skin with kisses. They are gentle kisses now, just like his hands have turned gentle.
Jiang Cheng smiles, quietly basking in what he can get even as his heart aches, craving more. He just wants to be Wei Wuxian’s forever already, he knows he won’t change his mind, not even if they cultivate to immortality and he has to put up with Wei Wuxian being an insufferable pest for the rest of forever.
“Let’s get onto the bed,” Wei Wuxian says. He doesn’t wait for Jiang Cheng to tell him that he is quite fine where he is – he would lie just to argue though he isn’t fine; this position is supremely uncomfortable now that he is no longer too preoccupied to care.
He hisses when Wei Wuxian pulls out and lets himself readily be prodded and poked into sprawling all over the bed on his back, arms above his head and legs spread wide. He turns his head to shoot Wei Wuxian a lazy glare.
“If I walk funny tomorrow I’m going to murder you,” he announces, though he knows his cultivation will take care of the soreness. It always does. “You could have torn me, idiot!”
Guilt shows stark and stricken on Wei Wuxian’s face. He swallows hard, eyes flickering away, fingers clenching, and Jiang Cheng regrets his harshness already before Wei Wuxian has forced an easy smile back onto his face. “Don’t be like that, Jiang Cheng. You liked it, too.” But he doesn’t even protest Jiang Cheng hogging the bed, he just squeezes himself against his side, and that is enough to tell Jiang Cheng he feels guilty.
He rolls onto his side and huffs at him. “You are so dumb,” he tells him, voice full of affection.
He kisses Wei Wuxian, and it is gentle and sweet. His caresses, when they come, flutter over his body with playful, tender lightness. There are bruises taking shape on his skin from the rough treatment before, which feels like something out of a different life now.
Wei Wuxian has found it harder to control himself these past couple of days, displaying aggressive alpha behavior that he would normally scoff at. Why, yesterday he had looked ready to tear Nie Huaisang’s arm off when the other alpha draped it over Jiang Cheng’s shoulder as he had done a hundred times before.
Jiang Cheng feels heat curl low in his belly. He knows the signs. They had still been learning the signs the prior times and so it had been confusing and stressful days for both of them until Mom insisted Wei Wuxian was sequestered away.
“When your rut comes…” Wei Wuxian’s breath hitches and Jiang Cheng kisses his parted lips, he lets his tongue dart between them and makes Wei Wuxian shiver in his arms. “When your rut comes, will you knot me?”
They may not be allowed to spend the rut together either, but an omega can only form a mating bond during heat. If it was Mom who gave the instructions as is very likely, she may have only thought to give orders to ensure Jiang Cheng remains unmarked, caring little whether Wei Wuxian bound himself. Or his rut may simply go unnoticed for the onset being more subtle and slower than the beginning of a heat. Nobody at Cloud Recesses knows Wei Wuxian well enough to take note of stereotypical alpha behavior being atypical for him.
Jiang Cheng had thought Wei Wuxian would be as eager as he is, but he goes still at his side, his fingers digging nervously into Jiang Cheng’s back as if he needs to hold on to him so he won’t drift away. He doesn’t meet his eyes. “We aren’t allowed to be together during these times,” he says, his voice quiet and strangely dull and conspicuously neutral.
Rejection stiffens Jiang Cheng’s body and sharpens his tongue, and he sucks in a breath, all ready to deliver the venom rising up in him.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Wei Wuxian says, even quieter.
Oh.
He abruptly sits up, too furious to remain unmoving, and shoots Wei Wuxian a glare. “Should it not be my choice if I’ll take the risk! You don’t get to make that decision for me!”
In truth, he doesn’t know what will happen, and he suspects neither does Wei Wuxian. He has heard all the usual horror stories of alphas in rut mauling any perceived rival and how to a rutting alpha, omegas are only a hole to fuck whether they are willing or not.
Jiang Cheng prefers to imagine it not unlike a very aggressive heat. In other words, like he imagines his own heats to go once Wei Wuxian joins him. He has never been good at being a submissive omega, and while his heats leave him as desperately aroused as any other omega, he only gets pricklier when he is frustrated.
“It isn’t just your choice when I’d be the one hurting you!” Wei Wuxian snaps right back.
That he is so prone to snapping at the slightest provocation should only prove to Jiang Cheng that it won’t be much longer now. Yet knowing why he is acting like this doesn’t lessen this lingering sting of rejection much, and he can’t bring himself to care right now how close he is any more than he can bring himself to care that Wei Wuxian has a point.
“Then don’t touch me, I don’t care!” he barks, already scrambling to leave the bed. “It’s not like I’m going to force you!”
“Jiang Cheng!” Wei Wuxian throws his arms around his waist and yanks him back, which has Jiang Cheng squawking and flailing in indignation.
Because they are still themselves, even with a rut looming over them, it inevitably ends in a wrestling match.
By the time they have tired themselves out all over again, they are both breathless and sweaty, and Jiang Cheng is pinned beneath his shixiong as he usually is after a wrestling match. Usually, though, they aren’t naked, and the training field isn’t heavy still with the mingled scent of their arousal.
It takes all of Jiang Cheng’s restraint and pride not to squirm against the sweaty thigh between his legs. He tries, just once, and Wei Wuxian’s grip on his wrists pinned above his head tightens in warning – it only makes him want it more, both out of desire and sheer contrarian spite.
“Do you still think I can’t defend myself?” he demands haughtily, choosing to ignore that he did end up pinned under Wei Wuxian. Stupid talented Wei Wuxian who always wins at everything.
“I just don’t want to hurt you,” Wei Wuxian insists once more, but then he kisses Jiang Cheng before he can argue.
It is almost a shame he doesn’t get to speak, Jiang Cheng thinks, for he has finally figured out what he really wanted to say with his wounded barbs earlier, and it is I know you won’t. I trust you.
One kiss turns into two and three and at some point, he manages to reverse their positions.
Wei Wuxian bucks and impales himself deeper on the fingers fucking him open, his head thrown back in abandon, brows furrowed in pleasure that looks almost pained. He is breathtakingly beautiful like this, Jiang Cheng thinks, and his heart feels full.
“I’m going to fuck you just like this during your rut,” he whispers into Wei Wuxian’s ear as he presses him down onto the mattress and sinks into him.
His alpha shudders and moans beneath him so prettily, and Jiang Cheng wonders if he will be just as pliant when the rut reduces him to his instincts. Wei Wuxian his lover likes to be fucked like this, he likes it when he is pinned and used, when he does not need to do anything but bathe in sensation. He doesn’t know what to expect from Wei Wuxian the alpha in rut but that only makes it all the more exciting.
Wei Wuxian yanks him down into a kiss, teeth clashing and lips bruising with the force of it. His hands are rough and demanding as they touch Jiang Cheng, leaving another set of bruises to go with the ones left by their first round. In retaliation, Jiang Cheng fucks him hard instead of the agonizingly slow and sweet lovemaking he had intended. He never likes to lose, and if Wei Wuxian wants to play rough then Jiang Cheng will match him.
His alpha makes the sweetest little sounds when Jiang Cheng hits his prostate over and over again with every punishing thrust, but nothing compares to his incoherent pleas when Jiang Cheng sinks his teeth into his neck right where they will one day give another their mating bites. He comes on the spot and the way his hole clenches tight around Jiang Cheng’s cock sends him over the edge, too.
They lay there sweaty and entangled, Jiang Cheng’s cum slowly leaking out of Wei Wuxian’s hole and Wei Wuxian’s fingers already teasing him open again. He is drenched with slick by now, his omega scent heavy and sweet.
They don’t need heat or rut. Jiang Cheng doesn’t even believe anymore that he needs a mating bite to hold Wei Wuxian’s attention.
It is just that he wants it.