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Jiang Cheng regrets everything that sent him on this night hunt.
Okay, well, that's a blatant lie, actually. He's glad that he and Wei Wuxian have worked through their shit. He's glad that he and Wei Wuxian's undead best friend have worked through (the majority of) their shit. He's glad that he and Wei Wuxian's bitch of a husband have worked through (some of) their shit. Though he'd never say it aloud, he's glad that Wei Wuxian, his undead best friend, and his bitch of a husband seem to see Lotus Pier as some kind of second home, to the point that, even though they're all settled wanderers now, they can usually be found here for about a week every two to four months, where they only appear at Cloud Recesses once in a blue moon.
No, he's not smug about that, why do you ask?
(He's the superior brother and brother-in-law, and Lan Xichen can suck it.)
But. He's so goddamn tired of catching Wei Wuxian and his bitch of a husband fucking all around the pier that he could scream. And he has, actually, though of course it changed nothing.
He wanders the pier, enjoying the serenity that he's worked so hard for? They're fucking against a building. Goes to a secluded pond to swim? They're fucking in the water. He goes to his own fucking kitchen in the middle of the night when any good Lan should be asleep? They're fucking on his goddamn counters. Nowhere is safe from their "everyday is everyday" (do not ask him how he learned that phrase), and as much as he tolerates (affectionate) his brother and tolerates (derogatory) his brother's bitch of a husband, he's had enough of them for at least the next few days.
(He found them in the laundry room. Fuck's sake. People have to sleep on those sheets.)
So here he is, sexiled from his own goddamn sect, and going out on a night hunt just to get some peace (the fact that he has two whole people he can rely on to watch his sect while he's gone is still enough to make him emotional sometimes, so he tries not to think about it ever). Peace is, however, still out of reach, though at least he hasn't seen any dicks other than his own in a couple of days.
As sometimes occurs, his brother's visit had coincided with the visit of his nephew (who will always just be his bratty little nephew, no matter how many sects he leads), and his fellow juniors-who-are-no-longer-juniors. No Ouyang Zizhen this time, but the addition of Lan Jingyi, who'd apparently been busy the past couple of times Jin Ling had come by, as evidenced by the fact that there had been far less arguing, then.
While all the kids still idolize their precious Hanguang-Jun and Wei-quanbei, they have also become aware that the two men are annoying to be around because of how disgustingly in-love they are (other than Zizhen, because that kid is more of a romantic than anyone Jiang Cheng has ever met). Even Sizhui, the most filial and patient son possible, seems to only be able to stand them for a couple of days before he too has the urge to fuck off into the wilderness.
And so it is that Jiang Cheng is stuck with the kids.
Well. Young men. He's aware that they're no longer children, even if they act like it whenever they manage to get together. He's actually seen them all out in the world in their professional capacities, and each of them, individually, is quite good at their chosen job. His nephew is an excellent sect leader, his other nephew is a better diplomat than even Lan Xichen, and Lan Jingyi has become an accomplished healer, even if his bedside manner oscillates between extreme competence, flustered silence, and frustrated yelling, at least in Jiang Cheng's experience.
And even when they act like children, they're responsible, and know when to be serious. Honestly, the main reason that Jiang Cheng hasn't gotten any peace is because they've taken charge of everything, from speaking to the townsfolk (Lan Jingyi) to rations (Lan Sizhui) to even the goddamn rooms at the inn (Jin Ling, of all people); whenever he tries to do something, they wave him off with a "Jiang-zhongzhu/Shushu/Jiujiu, I can do it/we can handle it/stop hovering" and he's starting to wonder if this is some kind of conspiracy.
He's not infirm! He's still a damn sect leader! He fought in a war! He could still whip all their asses with a hand tied behind his back! But y'know what? Whatever!
So fine, here he is not doing anything on his night hunt, trailing a few steps behind the not-juniors, observing with vague interest as they seem to have some kind of spat. Not unusual. Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi are currently bickering in hissed whispers across a Lan Sizhui whose smile is so fake that Jiang Cheng can feel it from here, even though he can't see the boy's face. He catches the barest hint of a word that Jin Ling says before he's hushed frantically by Lan Jingyi, who looks back at Jiang Cheng, flushes as red as a Lan confronted by Yunmeng spice, then turns to face the other two and continue their conversation even more quietly. Jiang Cheng raises a brow, then rolls his eyes to himself, falling back a few feet more, since this conversation clearly doesn't need his input.
Of course, this is when something goes wrong, because that's just the way of the world.
There's a flash of motion in the corner of his eyes, and instinct has him raising his sword before he has time to think about it, no time to dodge as claws impact with the metal in a spray of sparks. The force behind it has him digging furrows into the damp earth, grimacing at the feeling of mud splattering on his pantlegs, and he disengages to the sound of yelps of his name from his nephew(s) and his title from the final (not) junior being abruptly cut off. And then, there's silence.
He whips around, but the others are gone, and the forest is shadowy and indistinct like midnight with a new moon, despite the fact that it had just been the middle of the day, trees melting into mist beyond a certain distance. An illusion? Teleportation? He clicks his tongue in annoyance, eyes unfocusing for just a moment as he concentrates. He's no Wei Wuxian, but he can sense energy well enough, both orthodox and resentful.
This isn't proper teleportation, that he's sure of, but it isn't quite an illusion either, it's some weird in-between. Pocket dimension, maybe? He hasn't encountered one of those in a while. This one isn't nearly as powerful as that one had been, though, so he's not too concerned, even though his sword seems to have been left outside. He doesn't have much time to investigate further, a low growl rumbling behind him, and he turns, lashing out with Zidian. He's unsurprised when he hits nothing, but still annoyed.
"Come out." He demands, and this time he is surprised when the order is followed, an enormous, wolf-like creature, nearly as tall as he is, creeping out of the shadowy mist, eyes red with resentment. Jiang Cheng has just enough time observe that it is a surprisingly solid creature for something so drenched in resentment, and to be grateful that Wei Wuxian is at home, and then the beast lunges.
The fight is more tedious than problematic, to be entirely honest. The creature has the home-field advantage; this shadowy and indistinct not-world negates a lot of the senses that Jiang Cheng tends to rely on. The only thing that makes a sound here is him, and since the whole damn place is made of resentment, pinpointing a single spot of resentment is like looking for a drop of water in the sea. But Jiang Cheng is hardly an amateur, so that's not really an issue for him. All he needs is a flicker of motion and he's able to dodge, but retaliating when the stupid wolf thing just melts back into the shadows the moment its attack fails? Fucking annoying.
Should he be cautious? Probably. Is he going to do something dumb anyway? Maybe. He can't be sure of how dumb it is until he does it.
The next time the wolf leaps for him, he waits until the very last moment to dodge, lashing out with Zidian, and attempting to loop the whip around some part of the stupid creature and keep it from dematerializing long enough to hit it. The good news? It works, his whip snags around the creature's foreleg and it howls as he pumps qi into his spiritual weapon, lightning striking in purple arcs all along the beast's body. The bad news? When the creature sprints off this time, Jiang Cheng is dragged along.
The less said about being pulled behind a sprinting wolf for a couple of kilometers and trying to shock it into submission the better, but Jiang Cheng thinks that since he definitely wasn't steering it's one hundred percent not his fault that they went careening off a cliff.
Muttering a curse, he uses his grasp of Zidian to pull himself closer, grappling with the creature so that he can get enough leverage to kick off of it when they get closer to the ground and negate the fall damage. He's not expecting it to twist, managing to get his forearm in its mouth, and he's definitely not expecting it to manage to bite through his bracers, though the pain is mild enough that there's clearly not all that much damage.
He's even more not expecting the creature to dissipate into nothing the moment it gets its teeth into his skin, for the world to lose its shadowy strangeness, and to find himself crouched on the ground in a stretch of forest that is very clearly not where he was before fighting, but also doesn't appear to be too far from there.
Huh. What the fuck.
He stands, retracting Zidian back into her ring form and glancing around cautiously, but no, he really does seem to have just been translocated a bit. He can't quite pinpoint his companions, but he can sense the motion of their golden cores buzzing about some kilometer or two away. They can't sense him yet, he's sure, and that's why he's better than them and shouldn't be relegated to backup on his own damn night hunt. Hmph. Also they better have picked up his sword, or someone's getting whipped.
He grumbles a bit as he unlatches the bracer on his right wrist, looking at his wound critically. It's not too bad at all, he's had worse from Fairy during training, and it already appears to be healing, but he'll bandage it anyway--he freezes as, when he reflexively throws a bit of qi at it, the wound pulses with resentful energy. Well. That could be problematic. Is it some kind of venom? He knows how to deal with venoms, kind of. And if he flares his qi to bring the others to him, Lan Jingyi is a healer, and should be able to deal with the rest of it, if necessary. Still, he doesn't want to throw the kids into a panic, so he settles into a meditative state and does a quick dive to check in.
Okay, so it's not a venom, or at least not a normal one, which makes sense because a venomous wolf would be really stupid. It's some kind of...okay, he honestly doesn't know how to describe it, but it's definitely a resentful energy-related issue, and seems to be acting like a venom, if venom bypassed the physical body entirely and targeted one's golden core, which very few do. It's not all that effective anyway, so he's still not too worried.
His golden core is already working through the majority of it, though there's a weird bit of inhibiting going on that Jiang Cheng is a bit unsure about. Still, he feels pretty much fine. He's a bit warm, but not feverish. His mouth is dry, but he can just drink some water. His skin feels oddly sensitive, but that shouldn't be too much of an issue. His dick is har--what the fuck.
He jolts out of meditation, looking first down at his body, then up at the sky with betrayal. Are the gods punishing him, specifically? What did he do to deserve this? He's made up with everyone! He's repented for, y'know, whatever, all the things! He brought his sect back from the brink of extinction, he raised his nephew, he's overall done good in his life! Mostly!
So why, when he left to go on a night hunt to get away from sex, has he been affected by something that is making his dick hard?
Fucking hell, he's even more glad that Wei Wuxian isn't here, he'd never let him live this shit down. Ugh.
Alright, man up, Sect Leader. Time to do some damage control.
He sends a quick, subtle ping out with his qi, searching for--ah yeah, that'll do fine. There's a cave a few hundred feet away that should be a good enough place to hunker down for a bit. Once that's done, he crushes his qi down so that his companions won't find him, and while it makes the world seem weirdly two dimensional for a moment, he's far from the point in his life where shutting down his core would've given him a panic attack. He just has to take a couple of deep breaths, and he's good again. Then, very uncomfortable in his suddenly rough clothes, he makes his way into the cave. He considers collapsing the entrance behind him, but decides that that's both a terrible idea and an overdramatic one. He pulls a light talisman from his sleeve, padding deeper into the cave, and definitely doesn't have to stop for a moment to press his forehead against the cool, stone wall.
He got lucky in that this is a decently deep cave, and even luckier in that he's in Yunmeng, so of course there's a cold, clear pool in the cave. There is apparently, however, a bit of a disconnect going between his body, impulses, and impulse control, because next thing he knows he's slipping into the pool to try and cool his overheating body, where normally he'd, y'know. Not do that. The shock of the icy water does wonders to knock him back into control for a moment, and when he breaks the surface of the water he feels a little better.
Well, he feels like a dumbass with a hard dick in cold, wet clothes, but he does feel a little less hot. Not a sustainable arrangement, because hypothermia will be a problem sooner rather than later, but good enough for him to get a few goals in order.
Remove clothes to avoid aforementioned hypothermia. Put on spare clothes from pouch. Grab a couple more light talismans because a fire is going to be beyond his level of concentration and he'd rather not sit in the dark. Drink some water. Finish bandaging the wound. Reassess once those things are done.
And that's what he does, climbing out of the water and stripping out of his wet clothes and redressing in a scandalous two layers because he's far too fucking hot to bear more. He slaps three more light talismans on the wall, only lighting one and leaving the other two for later, since he doesn't know how long he's going to be in here. He drinks some water. He carefully bandages his wound.
And the whole fucking time he's so turned on that he can barely stand it. The faint brush of his clothes over his cock is almost enough to make him take himself in hand, but he resists, barely, because he's smart enough to realize that unless he's found a way to solve the problem, touching himself is only going to make it worse.
It's as he's stalking back and forth across the short one-two-three-four-turn-and-again paces of the cave that he hears a familiar, "Jiang Zhongzhu? Are you in there?"
He presses both palms to his face, grinding the heels of his hands into his closed eyes with an internal groan. Why, gods? Why? "Yeah, hi. Go away." He grumbles, then, loudly enough for Lan Jingyi to actually hear, says, "I am. Please leave."
There's a pause, then Jingyi says, "I'm coming in," and Jiang Cheng resists the urge to scream, barely. Does no one respect his authority anymore? Do they think he's gone soft? He's gonna whip them all with Zidian, see how much they won't listen once they remember he can--
"Jiang-zhongzhu?" He hears, far closer than he expected, and wow, did Jingyi teleport?
"Did you teleport?" He asks, then scowls. He didn't mean to say that aloud. "I didn't mean to say that aloud." What the fuck? "What the fuck?" He clenches his jaw because he's not gonna say one more damn thing.
"Jiang-zhongzhu, are you alright?" Jingyi asks, eyes flicking over him with a healer's impassive gaze, then pausing on the tent in his pants with wide eyes that are very divorced from a healer's gaze. "Um?" he squeaks, and Jiang Cheng turns to face the wall, pressing his forehead against it as he attempts to atomize himself through sheer willpower.
"I am," He says after a few moments of that clearly not working, "Under the effects of some kind of curse. Which you have noticed."
"A curse? Are you in any pain? What are its effects, beyond the obvious?" Jingyi says, voice sharp but professional, and Jiang Cheng feels his tense shoulders relax just a bit.
"I'm not certain that I would call it just a curse. Taking into account the method of conveyance, It feels like a mix between that and some kind of venom, though my golden core is burning through it." He hears Jingyi swear and take a couple of steps closer to him, and he quickly snaps, "Don't touch me." He's suddenly entirely certain that what little self control he's managed to scrape together hinges on not being touched, and equally as certain that if Jingyi does touch him he's no longer going to be able to keep this problem to himself.
Jingyi halts, and says soothingly, "Jiang-zhongzhu, I need to check your meridians. Poison is a big problem." Oh yes, he had absolutely no idea that venom could be a problem, thanks for telling him. It'll be much more of a problem if Jiang Cheng fucks him against this wall though, won't it? He freezes, hoping to every god he believes in and a few that he doesn't that he didn't say any of that out loud, then breathes out a brief sigh of relief when it seems he didn't. "Jiang-zhongzhu?" Jingyi prompts, and Jiang Cheng shakes his head, grinding his forehead against the stone a bit and trying to focus.
"Unless you can do it without touching me, you'll have to just take my word for it." Moving on, he answers the other questions he'd been asked. "I'm not in any pain." He's in a tiny bit of pain, but it's certainly not something he's about to talk about, since it involves his dick. "My body temperature is up and my mouth is dry, but neither symptom is beyond controllable levels. My skin is sensitive, but not to the point of pain." And his dick is hard, but he doesn't need to say-- "And my dick could cut diamonds." Fuck.
He presses his forehead more firmly against the wall with an exasperated groan, returning to his previous attempts to atomize himself. It's impossible, but the whole Jiang thing is accomplishing the impossible, right? All he needs to do is, is, believe in himself, and--and...fuck he's so hard. There's a reason he's not touching himself, right? There's gotta be, or he'd be doing it already. Right, no, he's trying to atomize himself because--because uh...fuck.
It takes him about ten seconds to both give up on that and forget that he was doing it in the first place, so when Lan Jingyi is suddenly beside him and grabbing his right wrist, he thinks he can't be blamed for startling and spinning them, and pinning him to the wall.
He also doesn't think he can be blamed for the way he grinds against Jingyi's thigh, once okay and the sensation is burned into his brain now, before literally throwing himself back. He stumbles, breath knocked out of him as he hits the opposite wall back first, spreading his trembling fingers against the cold stone. "There was a reason I said not to touch me." He says, and it comes out as something closer to a plaintive whine than the snarl he was going for.
Lan Jingyi is blushing a little, but he's also looking at Jiang Cheng like he's an interesting puzzle. Maybe Jingyi figured something out, in those couple of moments of touch? "I think we're going to have to fuck." Jingyi says bluntly, and wow. Apparently not.
"No." He says, and while the verbal refusal is easy, his body is practically screaming now. At him, at Jingyi, at pretty much anything that's standing between it and a hot, wet hole--he mentally slaps himself. Stop that. Focus.
Jingyi huffs and crosses his arms with a scowl. "Look, I know I'm not anyone's first choice, but your other options are Jin Ling and Sizhui." Jiang Cheng feels himself go a little green at the mere thought. He'd rather cut off his own dick than touch either of his nephews. "No one else is close enough, or a cultivator, and I don't think even your self control can last long enough for a two day journey back to Lotus Pier."
That's all well and good, but, "I am. Concerned." He manages to grit out, and Jingyi rolls his eyes.
"Jiang-zhongzhu, your masculinity will survive one, single, lifesaving fuck with a male healer." Jingyi says impatiently, and Jiang Cheng is torn between the urge to rear back in confusion or laugh until he dies.
Instead of doing either of those things, he clarifies, "I am concerned about hurting you," You fucking brat. "You fucking brat." Damnit, he didn't mean to say that. Honestly though, does this generation think they were the ones to invent being cutsleeves or something? Jiang Cheng has been fucking men since before this brat could read the Lan rules--which is not really a thought he wants to be having at the moment, actually. Into the bin it goes.
Lan Jingyi blinks at him, flushing just a little, before he pulls that healer's impartiality back on like a mask. "If you hurt me, I can heal it. I can't heal your golden core imploding." He says, and Jiang Cheng raises both brows.
"Is that likely?" He asks, suddenly a bit more concerned, and Jingyi shrugs loosely, trying to feign indifference, though it's obvious to Jiang Cheng that he's actually quite worried. That's probably not a great sign.
"Could be. I'd rather not find out, if it's all the same to you. Jin ling would kill me, then Wei-quanbei would bring me back to kill me himself, and then bring me back again so Hanguang-Jun could kill me again, and then bring me back again so Sizhui could give me puppy-dog eyes before Jin Ling killed me a second time." Lan Jingyi says, even as he takes a couple of cautious steps closer, stopping just out of reach.
Jiang Cheng is fairly certain that any of the abovementioned people will do the exact same things to him for the transgressions he's probably about to partake in, but he forcefully shoves all thoughts of any of the people just mentioned out of his mind. "We should. Try other things first." He manages, looking up at the ceiling as he does his level best not to jump the poor Lan sect disciple who was unlucky enough to get involved in this with him. "It could be solved with. Just hands. Or mouth. Thighs?" He's not going to be able to be gentle, and he really doesn't need to add sexual trauma to his list of neuroses. Or to Jingyi's, for that matter.
Jingyi nods his understanding, heat flickering through that healer's neutrality for a moment. It makes Jiang Cheng feel a tiny bit better about the whole thing, but not by much. "We will try." He promises, then, "Do I have your permission to touch you, Jiang-zhongzhu?"
Ugh. Yeah, fine. "Yes. Please." That was too honest, stupid mouth! "Call me Wanyin." Shut up!
"Wanyin, then." Jingyi says easily, stepping forward, and Jiang Cheng resists the urge to step away once the young man is in his space. Jingyi wastes no time, reaching out to push his robe aside and pull down his pants, and, well. Yeah, that sure is his dick. Just out and about, and liberally leaking precum for anyone to see. For just a moment, embarrassment manages to overtake lust, and Jiang Cheng feels like he's having an out of body experience, like he and Jingyi are looking over someone else's shoulder at their dick. It's weird.
But the moment Jingyi is touching him, he's slammed back into his awareness of his body. The sigh of relief that leaves his lips is a fully honest one that he can't even fault his body for making, as very suddenly he becomes aware of just how hard he's been ignoring his own body. His dick feels like a livewire, so fucking sensitive that Jingyi's calloused hand on him almost makes him want to pull away, but at the same time it feels so fucking good that he never wants it to stop. He bites his lip to keep silent, but absolutely nothing could stop his shuddery gasps, and the way his hands shake where he's got them carefully spread on the wall, very carefully not reaching out to touch Jingyi.
The contrasting urges are useful in that they keep him motionless, but it only takes half a minute of this before he's able to determine, "This isn't helping." He just wishes his voice had come out as casual and unaffected, or at least stern, rather than the breathless near-whine that he'd managed. It feels good, but it's just spiraling him higher, and not in a way that makes him feel like he could cum from it.
"Alright. I'll try oral, then." Jingyi says, also failing to sound casual and unaffected, and Jiang Cheng opens his eyes as the other man drops to his knees. Fuck, he looks good down there. How is Jiang Cheng supposed to live life with the knowledge that Jingyi looks so natural on his knees? How is he supposed to go about his life with the image of Jingyi licking his lips burned into his mind?
Then Jingyi leans forward to lick a warm stripe up the side of his cock, tongue swirling around the tip, and Jiang Cheng starts wondering how the hell he's supposed to live at all. "Fuck," he can't help but murmur, and Jingyi flushes a little, then sets to his task with admirable diligence.
I mean. Jiang Cheng certainly has no complaints. What more is there to say? He literally isn't capable of describing how good it feels when Jingyi bobs his head, tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his cock. He doesn't know how to convey that the way Jingyi moans around his cock is literally driving him insane. And he can't express how fucking feral he is about the fact that, when he accidentally bucks his hips, Jingyi takes him to the root with no difficulty, blinking up at him with slightly wet eyes.
Jiang Cheng knows he's failed at being quiet, but he's managed to keep it to panting and a handful of low moans, because this is a--a healing thing. He shouldn't fetishize it or, or think of it as more than it is. This is a medical procedure--though it's extremely hard to think of it as such when Jingyi does that with his tongue, holy shit.
He doesn't know how long its been when he manages to bite out, "This isn't going to be enough," but Jingyi pulls back immediately to speak, and Jiang Cheng opens eyes that he hadn't even realized he'd closed. Jingyi's face is flushed, and he appears to have stripped out of most of his layers at some point, because he's in just his underrobes now, which makes the fact that he's hard very obvious. Jiang Cheng attempts to do some breathing exercises to deal with that. It doesn't work.
"Any negative changes?" He asks a bit breathlessly, his voice gravelly because he's just had Jiang Cheng's cock down his throat, and Jiang Cheng shakes his head.
"Not negative. Core is swirling." He manages, and Jingyi grabs his wrist to check his meridians, giving Jiang Cheng just a moment to try and get some equilibrium back.
"Hm. Yeah, that's not a bad thing." Jingyi agrees, standing, and Jiang Cheng has to exercise a whole new level of control to not kiss those spit-slick lips. "Okay, then." Jingyi says, sounding as though he's made some kind of decision, but Jiang Cheng is far too distracted by the sensation of slick hands stroking his cock to be bothered by that.
Jingyi grabs his wrist, and drops a little container of hair oil into it, which is presumably what he just coated Jiang Cheng's dick with. Where did he get that? When did he get that? Then he turns, leaning forward at the waist against the stone wall, and uses his grasp on Jiang Cheng's wrist to pull Jiang Cheng up behind him, even as he tugs his last layer of robes aside. All this to say that Jiang Cheng's dick is now pillowed between soft cheeks, and he can't help the way he ruts mindlessly for a good ten seconds before mastering himself.
"Sorry," He breathes, and Jingyi shakes his head. Jiang Cheng can't see his face, but his ears and the back of his neck are bright red.
"Don't be." He says, a little strangled, then, "So if you're really invested in trying to fuck my thighs first you're welcome to do that, but I think we're both aware that that's not likely to work. So you could also just, y'know. Fuck me. I prepped while I was sucking you. I'm good to go." Jiang Cheng takes a deep breath, hands shaking just a little as he spreads Jingyi's cheeks.
"Are you sure?" He asks, even as he presses a thumb to Jingyi's hole to test the give, and yes it does look like he prepped himself quite thoroughly. Jiang Cheng wants to lick him, which is objectively not a good idea because hair oil doesn't taste good, don't as him how he knows. Jiang Cheng is also now wondering how long Jingyi was down there, and regrets that he missed even a moment of watching. He drags his mind back on track forcefully, and continues, "We can. Try to figure something else out." He's not sure that's true, at this point, but it feels like he should say it.
Jingyi makes a soft sound at the back of his throat, then nods, then shakes his head, then nods again. "Okay can I be honest with you? I feel like I can be honest with you, Wanyin, I've had your dick down my throat and everything," He says, and Jiang Cheng's mind is still spinning around the dick part when he continues, "I kind of have a crush on you. I'm sure you've noticed, it's a really big and obvious crush and everyone is always making fun of me for it." Jingyi shifts a little, and Jiang Cheng makes a choked sound, grabbing Jingyi's hips, both to keep him still because Jiang Cheng's self control is hanging by a fucking thread right now, but also because he needs the physical support for a sec. He. Crush? On Jiang Ch--what? The--Jiang Cheng is not equipped to handle this right now, but Jingyi keeps talking.
"My point is, you could do anything to me. You could spit on me. You could punch me in the face and I'd probably say thank you. So I'm very sure that I want you to fuck me, like, beyond the fact that it's for your health and as a healer I'd like you to be healthy. Your dick is perfect and I want it inside me so badly that I'm having a very difficult time being objective and profession--ngh--" It's a mixture of secondhand embarrassment, firsthand embarrassment, curse-lust, regular lust, and the genuine desire to shut Jingyi up right this fucking second that has Jiang Cheng pressing into him as slowly and carefully as he can manage.
Which, it's worth noting, is not very slowly or carefully. The moment the head of his cock has worked its way past the tight ring of Jingyi's ass, it's like he's possessed, and he literally can't help but slam himself the rest of the way in. Jingyi cries out, and Jiang Cheng hauls him up, pinning him forward against the stone wall, and presses his forehead against the back of the young man's right shoulder as he wills himself to still. "Sorry," he grits, not for the first time, but Jingyi just whines and squirms a little.
"Wanyin, that was so fucking hot, please fuck me," He begs, apparently unbothered, and well. Don't have to tell him twice. He pulls back a little, just to grind back in just as deep, and Jingyi gasps, arching in his arms. He does a quick check-in with his body, raises a brow, then grinds into Jingyi once more, twice more, and then he--cums?
I mean, it sure feels like he does. There's cum involved. His cum does indeed leave his body. But he feels none of the relief or relaxing of muscles that's usually associated with the action, nor does he feel much better. If anything, he thinks he's more horny now, his mind fogging over in a way that's wholly unnatural, but that he's losing the wherewithal to give a shit about. "Aw." Jingyi pouts audibly, and despite everything, Jiang Cheng can't help but snort, pulling out about halfway, and thrusting back in to a strangled gasp.
"I don't think I'm done." He points out, and Jingyi garbles something like "Oh fuck yeah," through a moan.
Jiang Cheng definitely loses a bit of time, here. He's very aware that he's fucking Jingyi. He's also aware that Jingyi is absolutely, devastatingly, one hundred percent on board with what they're doing, if his moans are any indicator. But he's neither fully in control of his body, nor fully aware of what they're getting up to, which is a crying shame because they're definitely getting up to something alright. His mind is awash with pleasure and desire, with occasional flashes of semi-clarity.
He takes Jingyi against the wall, again. At some point Jingyi is riding him, pinning him down with that Lan arm strength, and he's making pleading sounds that he knows damn well he's never made before, during sex or outside of it. At some point he's doing the pinning, fucking down into Jingyi so hard that all the man can do is wheeze as he cums so hard it hits the underside of his own chin. Jiang Cheng licks it off, it's great.
His mind clicks back into something approaching almost-clarity during what has to be at least round four, Jingyi face down and ass up with Jiang Cheng pressing one hand between his shoulder blades to keep him down as he fucks him. It can't be true lucidity, because everything still seems kind of glow-y around the edges, and Jiang Cheng's dick feels kind of weird, and Jiang Cheng has the strangest, strongest urge to bite the back of Jingyi's neck. This is probably something he wouldn't normally have done, but his impulse control is at an all time low right now, so.
"Sorry," He grits, and Jingyi gives a vaguely questioning moan that shifts into something high pitched and porn-worthy when Jiang Cheng leans down and sinks his--sharpish? Suddenly sharper--teeth into the back of Jingyi's neck. He doesn't break skin, though it feels a bit close, but Jingyi doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, since he cums on Jiang Cheng's cock. It's a somewhat familiar sensation, so Jiang Cheng guesses this isn't the first time it's happened today.
What does feel unfamiliar is the odd tingling at the base of his dick, combined with the urge to keep his teeth in Jingyi's neck, but Jiang Cheng honestly isn't thinking too hard about it because he's so busy shoving his cock as deep into Jingyi as he can and cumming harder than he ever has in his life that thoughts fall to the wayside.
He collapses forward, panting, and Jingyi uses some of that lauded Lan clan strength to roll them both so that Jiang Cheng is no longer attempting to crush him, and they're spooning instead. Jiang Cheng tries to pull back, and Jingyi comes back with him, yelping. He. Has a knot? This better not be fucking permanent.
"Wanyin. Wanyin." Jingyi whispers, and Jiang Cheng grunts some approximation of a question. "Wanyin, I think I can literally see a bulge from how much cum you've pumped into me. I need you to look, do you see this??"
Jiang Cheng blinks, cranes his neck, and looks down the length of Jingyi's body. Wow. He was right, what the fuck. "Can the human body even produce that much cum?" He wonders, confused.
"This-is-the-hottest-thing-that's-ever-happened-to-me-oh-my-god," Jingyi says all in one breath, and Jiang Cheng huffs an almost-laugh, then settles against Jingyi's back, looping one arm over his waist, grateful that at some point one or the other of them (he's guessing Jingyi), had thought to put down a blanket. The cave is cool, though not too unpleasantly so when they're both so warm, but it would be not very fun to lie on a frigid stone floor. Jingyi threads their fingers together, and Jiang Cheng turns his head so that he's no longer getting a mouthful of the other man's hair. It's weirdly nice.
Proper lucidity oozes in over the next few minutes, but honestly Jiang Cheng is too exhausted to get tense about what just happened. He's sure he'll have enough energy to get uptight about it eventually, but for now he's all tapped out. Also-- "You had a crush on me?" He wonders, and Jingyi tenses in his arms, which he tries very hard to not have any sexual feelings about, but that's made difficult by the fact that his dick is still in Jingyi's ass.
"Have, actually." He corrects primly, and Jiang Cheng blinks, surprised.
"What, this didn't scare you off?" He asks, morbidly curious, and Jingyi barks a laugh.
"The opposite, Jiang-zhongzhu." He says, sounding a little resigned, and Jiang Cheng knees him lightly in the back of the thigh, ignoring his own hiss of pleasure and Jingyi's little moan at the motion with determination. If he pretends it didn't happen, it didn't, actually. So.
"I don't remember revoking name privileges." He says, and Jingyi's shoulders relax a little, but not as much as Jiang Cheng wants them to. He's not sure that he has a thick enough face to say something, like, romantic, nor does he know if it would be true. He'd never really thought of Jingyi That Way before this, though he's not...he's not at all against it. He's willing to give it a try. More than willing, actually. Jingyi is an accomplished healer, who has grown from the child he was when they met into a strong young man that Jiang Cheng would be honored to get to know. Also he has a really nice ass.
So, he says casually, "You know, I went on this trip to try and get away from my brother and his bitch of a husband 'cause they fuck all around the pier."
"I think everyone knows they do that." Jingyi says, and Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes with a snort, then leans forward to press a quick kiss to the back of Jingyi's neck, where he'd bitten him, and Jingyi shivers.
"Well, how funny do you think it would be for them to walk in on someone for once?" It's both a offer and implicit question, and Jingyi freezes, then relaxes entirely and beams so hard that Jiang Cheng can feel the force of it from behind him. He doesn't know that he would survive facing a smile of that magnitude head on. He might be blown away. He kind of can't wait to see if that's true.
"Well I dunno, Wanyin. We should check, you and I." He says, audibly cheerful, and Jiang Cheng barely holds back a laugh.
"Did you know I found them fucking in the laundry room once?" He asks, and Jingyi's horrified pause and the subsequent, "WE ALL SLEEP ON THOSE SHEETS!" does make him laugh.