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Wei Ying wasn’t sure what had been said between Lan Zhan and Lan Xichen after that day the other week when Lan Zhan had immobilized him and fucked him all day, but something had certainly changed.
It might have been partly Wei Ying’s fault – the first few times he had run into Lan Xichen afterwards, he blushed thinking about how he had sucked the man’s thumb as he came. Each time, Lan Xichen’s eyes sharpened. Lan Xichen wasn’t treating him differently, or speaking to him differently, but he could sometimes feel his brother-in-law’s eyes on him and it made him shiver.
He had never been interested in Lan Xichen – of course, he’s not sure he had truly been interested in anyone before he realized what he felt for his husband – but Lan Xichen was physically similar enough to Lan Zhan that he occasionally experienced some... confusion. It had never meant anything. But it was enough that he was flustered by this new attention.
Lan Zhan started being much less inhibited about touching Wei Ying when Lan Xichen was the only other person around. It started with simple touches as the three of them walked the paths of the Cloud Recesses. Then, when Lan Xichen was having dinner with them, Lan Zhan pulled Wei Ying to sit in his lap. Wei Ying felt a little embarrassed at this, but neither of the other two men said anything about it – at least, not until the very end of the night.
“I must go,” Lan Xichen said, rising from the table. He paused, then a crooked smile appeared on his face. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself with him this evening,” he said to Lan Zhan.
“I always do,” Lan Zhan said, stroking his hand up and down Wei Ying’s side.
Wei Ying was pretty sure Lan Zhan had fucked him extra hard that night on purpose, so that when he winced a little rising from lunch the next day, Lan Xichen could smile at Wei Ying knowingly, then pat Lan Zhan on the back.
The next time Lan Xichen came to their rooms to dine, somehow a large bowl of soup ended up spilling onto Wei Ying’s robes.
“You had better go bathe and change your robes,” Lan Zhan told him.
“Um?” Wei Ying asked, looking at Lan Xichen, still seated.
“I don’t mind,” Lan Xichen said, generously.
“Go on,” Lan Zhan said.
Well, there was still the privacy screen, at least.
Once he was done washing himself, he called out to Lan Zhan to bring him a new set of robes.
“No need,” Lan Zhan said. “Come back and finish your meal before it’s entirely cold.”
“No need?” Wei Ying squeaked out.
“Mm,” Lan Zhan agreed.
So Wei Ying took the bathing sheet, meant only for drying oneself and not for wearing, and draped it around his lower body, then he returned to the table. His upper body was entirely visible and he was sure flashes of his upper thighs were peeking through as he moved.
Lan Zhan pulled him into his lap again, and Lan Zhan and Lan Xichen continued to converse while Wei Ying ate as if there was nothing unusual, as if he wasn’t half-naked and on top of his husband with someone else watching. And Lan Xichen was definitely watching.
Lan Zhan let his hands wander over Wei Ying’s body. As soon as Wei Ying put down his chopsticks, Lan Zhan’s fingers started rolling his exposed nipple. He knew that always made Wei Ying make noises! Unfair!
“Enjoying yourself, Wei Wuxian?” Lan Xichen asked him, that lascivious, knowing smile having returned.
“I... Lan Zhan is very good,” Wei Ying managed.
“He tells me you’re very good,” Lan Xichen replied.
“Mm,” Lan Zhan agreed. “I will show you.”
Lan Zhan pushed the bathing sheet out of the way so Lan Xichen could see Wei Ying’s hardening cock, which Lan Zhan wrapped his hand around.
“Very beautiful,” Lan Xichen murmured approvingly.
“Would you like to watch him come again?” Lan Zhan asked his brother. Wei Ying wasn’t sure if the feeling coursing through him was arousal or embarrassment but, either way, he could feel it from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes.
“I would like that very much,” Lan Xichen said, then leaned back as if he was settling in to watch a show.
It wasn’t much of a show. On display like that, in his husband’s lap, with one of Lan Zhan’s hands on his nipple and the other on his cock, Wei Ying came extremely quickly. He moaned and twitched against his husband’s unmoving solidity.
“That didn’t take a lot,” Lan Xichen observed.
“No, Wei Ying is very responsive,” Lan Zhan answered. “Especially once you learn what he likes.”
Wei Ying was pretty sure that ‘you’ was an impersonal expression, but...
He turned to hide his face in his husband’s neck as Lan Xichen said goodnight and left.
Lan Zhan carried him to bed, then applied himself to leaving marks on Wei Ying’s neck while he fingered him open.
“I liked showing you off to xiongzhang,” he murmured into Wei Ying’s ear. “Did you like it?”
“I’m not sure,” Wei Ying gasped out, feeling Lan Zhan adding a third finger.
“You came very quickly,” Lan Zhan pointed out.
“You asked me if I liked it, not if I found it hot!” Wei Ying squirmed underneath Lan Zhan, impatient.
Lan Zhan pressed into him, using all his knowledge of Wei Ying’s body to make it as pleasurable as possible. And that was very pleasurable. He started thrusting and kissed Wei Ying, swallowing up his moans.
After some time, Lan Zhan got that determined look in his eye.
“Wei Ying, did you like sucking on Xichen’s thumb while I was fucking you?”
“I...” Wei Ying couldn’t really answer, not with the confusion in his mind and all his blood in his dick.
“Did you wish he had put his cock in your mouth instead?” Lan Zhan reached down and started stroking Wei Ying’s cock in a tight grip, even though it was really too soon to expect him to come again. “You could have shown him how lucky I am, that you suck my cock so well all the time. Would you have liked having cocks in your holes at both ends?”
Wei Ying squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head into the sheets as he came again; he couldn’t bear to have Lan Zhan see how helplessly and completely he reacted to his words.
But, of course, his husband knew. Lan Zhan whispered filthy praise into Wei Ying’s ear as he kept fucking him.
“My brother will be joining us for dinner,” Lan Zhan told Wei Ying over breakfast.
“He will, will he?” Wei Ying replied, flushing and turning away to pour the tea.
“Yes, he will.”
“There’s no need for you to wear so many layers, Wei Ying. I know you find the evenings warm and it’s just us,” Lan Zhan told him.
Wei Ying looked warily at Lan Zhan and Lan Xichen sitting at the table, with a modest meal set out for the three of them.
“I’m fine,” Wei Ying said.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said his name in a tone that said he was expecting to be obeyed.
Wei Ying slowly undid and removed his outer robe.
“Another,” Lan Zhan told him.
Xichen just sat there, smiling as neutrally as always.
Wei Ying removed his second robe, leaving only his thin underrobe. He could feel four eyes on him and was certain a blush was rising over his chest.
“Good,” Lan Zhan said. “Come here.”
He sat, and they ate silently for the most part, since Wei Ying wasn’t exactly in a conversational mood. As they were finishing, Lan Zhan casually ran his hand up Wei Ying’s thigh, moving the robe so his leg was visible to the room. He didn’t remark on it, just kept his hand on the bare skin.
“He’s aroused already,” Lan Xichen commented to his brother, nodding towards the erection making a bump in the barely-held-together robe.
Wei Ying had been hoping he hadn’t noticed that.
“Mm,” Lan Zhan agreed. “Wei Ying is used to being fucked every evening, his body is expecting it.”
Lan Xichen hummed. “Well, we still needed to discuss the matter with the Yang sect.”
“Ah, yes.” Lan Zhan turned to Wei Ying. “Kneel.”
“And if I don’t?” Wei Ying asked, trembling. He wasn’t sure what he even wanted to do about all this!
“Then I will not fuck you tonight.”
Wei Ying couldn’t help but let out a whine. He gave up telling himself that he was going to resist this and dropped to his knees.
“He needs it that badly?” Lan Xichen asked, sounding only mildly interested.
“He does,” Lan Zhan confirmed, as he pulled his cock out of his own robes to present to Wei Ying. Wei Ying fell on it, desperate to do something he understood.
Lan Zhan pushed the last robe down his shoulders and off of him, then threaded his hand through Wei Ying’s hair and grabbed, allowing him to control Wei Ying’s pace. He went deep and slow as he discussed sect matters with his brother.
By the time their conversation was winding up, Wei Ying’s face was a red mess of drool and tears, and he felt painfully on the edge of coming.
“Ah, but I have been rude. Hospitality dictates that I share,” Lan Zhan said, pulling Wei Ying off of his cock. “Would you like to use his mouth?” he asked Lan Xichen.
“If...” For the first time, Wei Ying noticed a thread of uncertainty in Lan Xichen’s voice. “If truly neither of you mind.”
“Wei Ying needs to be ordered to take things he wants,” Lan Zhan said, looking into Wei Ying’s eyes. “You love cock so much that you want more, don’t you, Wei Ying.”
“Only from you,” Wei Ying managed to say.
“Yes, my husband,” Lan Zhan said softly, his mouth almost twitching up into a gentle smile. “This is from me.”
Wei Ying shuddered again and nodded.
“You don’t want to make me into a bad host, who keeps his best things only for himself, do you?” Lan Zhan resumed his more remote tone of voice, now that the necessary moment of honest communication had passed.
“No,” Wei Ying whispered. His eyes darted to where Lan Xichen sat – he too had gotten past any hesitation and was shamelessly looking at Wei Ying’s bare body, hungry and intent. He started to move his robes aside.
“Good. Now do as I say and go show xiongzhang how talented your mouth is.”
Wei Ying shuffled over and found himself faced with Lan Xichen’s cock, already swollen and rosy. He hesitated for barely a moment – Lan Xichen wasn’t quite as big as Lan Zhan, but he was unfamiliar – before he took the tip into his mouth. He heard both men above him take in a sharp breath.
He thought for a moment about resisting some more, about demonstrating his singular devotion to his husband by refusing to really participate, refusing to let himself go, but... but Lan Zhan sounded so proud, as if he was showing off a prized possession to his brother – not just one he had bought or chosen, but one he had formed and moulded himself. And hadn’t he?
Lan Zhan had been the one that introduced Wei Ying to any sort of sex, had taught him to take his cock down his throat, had made Wei Ying love it.
Wei Ying pushed himself all the way down on Lan Xichen’s cock, taking him in deep. And he knew what to do, now that he had a cock in his mouth. He bobbed and swallowed him down and did all the things that usually made Lan Zhan murmur sweet words of praise.
Lan Xichen grabbed his head, but more gently than Lan Zhan usually did. He still moaned and pressed himself closer.
“He feels,” Lan Xichen gasped out, and didn’t finish the sentence. “And he really does love it.”
“Yes,” Lan Zhan said, and through the haze Wei Ying thought he sounded breathless.
“Wangji, he’s so good at-” Lan Xichen’s words broke off into a strangled noise as Wei Ying swallowed around him. “You taught him to do this?”
Lan Zhan hummed in agreement. Wei Ying moaned again and felt himself squirming in arousal without meaning to. He knew Lan Zhan could see how hard he was, but he didn’t want to want it, didn’t want to be getting off on sucking his brother-in-law’s dick...
As if Lan Zhan knew what he was thinking, or perhaps just because he always knew what Wei Ying needed, he said: “I love how much he loves sucking cock. Look at him. Have you ever seen a more arousing sight in your life?”
“What should I, what can I...” Lan Xichen asked, starting to sound a bit desperate.
Lan Zhan hummed as though in thought. “Hold on to his head and fuck his throat, he likes that. You may come in his mouth, if you would like.”
Lan Xichen brought his other hand up to Wei Ying’s head as instructed, and Wei Ying relaxed a little, knowing that his work was done – all he had to do now was get fucked, which only required him to be. Xichen’s thrusts were careful and measured – he had not yet become acquainted with Wei Ying’s physical limits in the same way Lan Zhan was – but it was still good and even better when he thought about what his husband’s face must look like, watching. Watching him be a willing hole for another man just because he had told him to.
Just at the end, Xichen lost some measure of his control and fucked in hard a few times as he twitched and spent in Wei Ying’s mouth, letting out a long, low sigh of pleasure. Lan Xichen rocked in and out of his mouth a few more times, his orgasm ending slowly, and pulled Wei Ying off of him. He leaned back in his seat, relaxed.
“Thank you, Wangji,” he addressed his brother in a low, warm tone. “He was excellent.”
Lan Zhan made what would have sounded like a noise of agreement, if it wasn’t half a growl.
Lan Xichen then looked down to Wei Ying and brushed a tear from his flushed and sweaty face. “Thank you, Wei Ying,” he whispered, as if being quieter in this moment would keep it separate from the evening as a whole, a true moment between two people who respected and liked each other.
“Wei Ying, come here and sit on my lap,” Lan Zhan said, before Wei Ying could start to feel awkward again. He did as he was bid, straddling him and facing forward.
Lan Zhan scattered soft kisses all over his face and his neck. “You did so well,” he murmured between kisses. “So beautiful. So willing. Love you.”
Wei Ying felt some of the tension releasing, leaving him trembling.
“Would you like to stay to watch him be rewarded?” Lan Zhan asked his brother, who was rearranging his robes and his general demeanour. Wei Ying hid his face between Lan Zhan’s neck and shoulder, focusing on the strong hands stroking his back.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have much time,” Lan Xichen said reluctantly. “I have correspondence to finish before I can sleep.”
“Mmm,” Lan Zhan acknowledged. “You may trust me that I will reward him more thoroughly once you are gone, but his first reward won’t take very long at all.”
Lan Zhan’s right hand left his back for a moment or two, then instead of rejoining his left hand on Wei Ying’s shoulderblades, returned at his ass.
“Will it, Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan tone was knowing, as it was clearly not really a question. Wei Ying only answered with an overwhelmed squeak as two of Lan Zhan’s large, slicked fingers thrust right into him. Lan Zhan immediately started pressing them forwards and backwards against his inner walls and rim with a fair amount of pressure, and Wei Ying knew he must be making some kind of unholy noise as pleasure sparked through him.
Wei Ying couldn’t see Lan Xichen but he heard him stand up from his seat and move closer.
“He can actually come just from my fingers,” Lan Zhan spoke over Wei Ying’s shoulder. “But I know you’re pressed for time.”
Lan Zhan had been holding the back of his neck, but brought his other hand to Wei Ying’s cock, stroking him in just the rhythm that he had learned was guaranteed to make Wei Ying shoot off like a rocket almost immediately. Then he felt a warm hand come to rest on his neck, and it was all too much – Lan Zhan using his fingers and hand to play him with as much expertise as he had with the guqin, the taste of come still in his mouth, the feeling of three hands and four eyes on him....
He screamed as he came all over the front of Lan Zhan’s robes.
As he returned to himself, he heard Lan Xichen chuckle softly. Lan Zhan had stopped jacking him off but was still moving his fingers in his ass, which continued to feel so good and kept him on the edge of tears.
Lan Zhan wrapped his arm around Wei Ying’s waist, heedless of the come he was spreading on his skin, and held him tight as he increased the pressure he was using on Wei Ying’s rim.
“Goodnight, xiongzhang,” Lan Zhan said.
“Goodnight,” Lan Xichen replied, not moving away yet.
“Say goodnight to Xichen, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan instructed.
Wei Ying had thought that sucking Lan Xichen’s cock was the hardest thing he had to do tonight, but it turned out that no, it was following Lan Zhan’s order and raising his face from its safe berth, hidden away in his husband.
“Goodnight, Lan Xichen,” Wei Ying managed to whisper, cheeks flaming as he made eye contact, being rocked back and forth by his husband’s fingers plunging into his hole. Halfway through his sentence, Lan Zhan added a third finger and the last syllable of Xichen’s name was barely comprehensible.
“Goodnight,” Lan Xichen repeated, giving a last squeeze to his neck before retreating. He turned around by the door and addressed his brother with a teasing lilt in his voice: “I suppose I know what your reward will be.”
And then he was gone.
Wei Ying felt tears starting to overflow down his cheeks. He was distantly surprised to find himself crying.
In response to Lan Zhan’s concerned look, he said: “It was a lot.”
“Mmm,” Lan Zhan agreed. “But you liked it.”
“I...” Wei Ying trailed off, unsure of what he wanted to say and distracted by the continued fingerfucking.
“Don’t worry,” Lan Zhan reassured him. “I won’t make you admit it out loud. Not tonight, in any case.”
“Take me to bed and fuck me?” Wei Ying pleaded.
It was some time later, and when Wei Ying was crazed on the edge of another orgasm so far denied him, that he finally said it.
“I liked it,” he sobbed, and Lan Zhan kept his thrusts torturously even and steady. “But...”
“But?” Lan Zhan asked, regarding him with serious eyes, all games laid aside.
“Am I still yours?” Wei Ying asked in a small voice.
“Always,” Lan Zhan promised fiercely, losing control. “Mine. Always mine. Only mine.” Which was enough to send them both over the edge.
Lan Zhan was always sweet to him outside of bed (well, bed and the occasional bench or tree or table or floor) but he seemed to be taking special pains to demonstrate affection to Wei Ying for the next few days. He didn’t see Lan Xichen at all, and wondered if Xichen was avoiding him.
In fact, he didn’t see his brother-in-law again until the evening when Lan Zhan said, “I have invited xiongzhang over for dinner.”
“Oh?” Wei Ying asked faintly.
“For a quiet dinner,” Lan Zhan clarified. “An uneventful dinner.”
“Oh?” Wei Ying said again, more curious than nervous this time.
“I think that we need a chance to relax. Be comfortable,” Lan Zhan said deliberately.
Wei Ying reflected that it would, in fact, be nice not to see Lan Xichen, for the first time after sucking his cock, in the midst of a hundred stern Lans.
“I love that you’re so thoughtful, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said, kissing him on the cheek.
“And Wei Ying? Wear the new sleeping robe that I bought for you last week.”
“But!” Wei Ying sputtered. “But that’s skimpy! And almost see-through! What happened to comfort?”
“We can all be comfortable and enjoy the view at the same time,” Lan Zhan said placidly, his half-grin convincing Wei Ying, as always, to do whatever it was that his husband wanted.