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Sweat dripped down Jingyi’s back from the effort of sitting still, like A-Cheng asked him to. More like barked an order before claiming his lap like he owned the spot.
And he did. Absolutely. Jingyi wasn’t protesting in the slightest.
However, sitting still wasn’t an easy task. Not when the tight passage of Jiang Cheng’s ass kept sliding up and down with each slow, maddening movement as the older man rode him.
His hands traveled down the man’s flanks, enjoying the glide over smooth skin. But the real treat awaited him lower.
Sliding down A-Cheng’s hips, Jingyi couldn’t resist squeezing the flesh playfully, earning a low, satisfied moan. Taking it as encouragement, he moved lower, cupping his bouncing cheeks and clasping hard enough to leave bruises.
Even now, drunk with lust and shivering with pleasure that the other man gave him, Jingyi couldn’t quite believe he was allowed to have this.
“Focus on me,” came the breathless order that made his cock twitch violently, drawing a sly smile to the man’s lips. “Where did you go, boy?”
Oh fuck. A-Cheng called him that again.
There was no way he could keep being good after that. The satisfied glint in A-Cheng’s eyes told him exactly what he wanted.
Snapping his hips up, Jingyi used the momentum to flip their positions. Looking down, he had to surge qi toward his pelvis to staunch the impending orgasm.
There lay a man straight out of his dreams. Well, maybe not straight—because nothing about this was—but there was no time to dwell on that.
Jiang Wanyin’s hair fanned beautifully beneath him, regal even like this. His eyes were half-lidded, shining as he met Jingyi’s gaze without shying away, even with flushed cheeks and a heaving chest.
Even though he lay all unwrapped for Jingyi to see, fallen apart and begging to be taken with his hole milking his cock despite neither of them moving, he still wore a knowing smirk on his swollen kissed lips.
That man was maddening, challenging, and so utterly perfect for Jingyi. With his narrow waist and soft ass, his prickly personality and huge heart - just perfect.
“Don’t tease me, A-Cheng. You know what happens when you cross the line.”
Jiang Wanyin clearly intended to push him past it.
“Do I know, A-Yi?” The sweetly spoken endearment punched the breath from his lungs.
Brimming with arousal, Jingyi surged forward and captured A-Cheng’s lips, punishing him with a sharp nip to his lower lip. The other man only chuckled, winding his arms around Jingyi’s neck and pulling him closer, rubbing his hard cock over Jingyi’s abdomen while his hole continued clamping around him.
“No,” Jingyi growled against those plush lips, arching his lower back and stealing away the friction Jiang Cheng sought. “You will come on my cock alone.”
A-Cheng whined into the kiss, trying to protest, but Jingyi wasn’t having it. He had been far too lenient lately—and that ended now.
Leaning back, Jingyi admired his work: breathless, kissed stupid, proud leader of Yunmeng Jiang squirming on his cock and moving his hips like a common whore.
His whore, he added lovingly.
“You were so mean to me lately, even though I confessed first,” he punctuated it with a sharp thrust, earning a loud moan.
“Even though I started courting you properly,” another powerful push of his hips that hiked the mewling man higher on the bed.
“Even though I allowed you to ride my cock whenever you pleased. Yet you’re still so mean.”
He snapped his hips in a relentless rhythm, dragging A-Cheng down by his narrow waist, savoring every broken sound that fell from his lips.
“Ah, ah, A-Yi! N-not t-that h-hard!”
“You say that, yet your hole doesn’t stop milking me. Are you lying to me, A-Cheng? Should I pull out, gege?”
That got the man underneath him to snap his eyes open in alarm. Soon after his strong legs wrapped around Jingyi’s waist, preventing him from doing so.
“Don’t you dare!”
The scowl lost its edge to flushed cheeks and unfocused eyes. It made Jingyi grin widely.
Peppering kisses across Jiang Cheng’s face, he murmured, “I would never leave you unsatisfied, A-Cheng.”
Jiang Cheng grumbled something into his shoulder.
“What was it, A-Cheng?”
“I wanna come,” came a grumpy, muffled reply.
Jingyi laughed softly, still awed at how his life had changed because of one man. Everything was easier. Better. Because A-Cheng was in his arms.
Tucking an unruly strand behind Jiang Cheng’s ear, he replied, “Whatever you wish, my heart.”
This time, Jiang Cheng closed the distance, sealing their lips as Jingyi moved slowly, affectionately.
Soon, the clenching of A-Cheng’s passage told him that the man was getting close, urging him to speed up his movements.
“A-Yi, ah! A-Yi!” was all the warning he got before A-Cheng clamped on him impossibly tight, dragging them both over the edge.
It wasn’t their kinkiest time. Not their longest. But it was undeniably the best—because he knew Jiang Cheng returned his feelings.
Unable to resist, Jingyi whispered against his flushed ear, “I love you.”
Whatever reply he received was drowned out by doors slamming open and whistles.
“Jingyi, we didn’t know you had company,” Jin Ling called, clearly not yet aware of who that company was.
The situation was mortifying, because they hadn't announced their courtship yet, wanting to have a little more time to themselves.
What made the situation worse, was the fact that instead of leaving like civilized people, they kept whispering and muttering filthy comments.
The adrenaline of being caught made Jiang Cheng clamp tightly around him, stirring him despite having just come.
“You’ve finally gotten laid, Jingyi! Good for you!” Zizhen pushed, giggling madly, ignoring Sizhui - who, bless him, noticed whose robes were on the floor and tried, unsuccessfully, to drag the others away.
“And with a man! Jingyi, you dog!” Something about the words had apparently aggravated Jiang Cheng. The smell of ozone filled the room, while Zidian expressed her wielder’s dissatisfaction.
“W-wait! J-jiujiu?!” Jin Ling shrieked, the color draining from his face.
It might have been hilarious - if not for the hell that followed. Jiang Cheng threw them out. Literally. Then turned to Jingyi and ordered him to dress.
For some unknown reason, Jingyi found himself kneeling alongside Jin Ling, Sizhui and Zizhen, when A-Cheng yelled at them all.
“What do you do before walking into a room with a closed door?!” Jiang Cheng slammed his palms onto the table, making Zizhen sob harder.
“We knock,” Jin Ling muttered weakly, looking like he might faint.
“And what do we do when we have sex while our friends are nearby?!”
The question was aimed directly at Jingyi.
“We lock the doors!”
“Very well,” A-Cheng hissed, circling the table until he stood before them. “I believe you’ve all learned valuable lessons.”
Without waiting for a reply, he extended his hand to Jingyi, who took it instinctively and stood beside him.
“Now, since you already pried into our private matters, we can announce it to you early.” Holding his breath, Jingyi looked at Wanyin with hope fluttering in his chest. Would he? No, of course not. And yet…
“A-Yi and I are courting. I expect you to keep it a secret until we decide to make an official announcement.” His voice was laced with threat, but Jingyi paid it no mind. He was too busy screaming internally over the fact that Wanyin just publicly admitted that they were together.
Sneaking his other hand towards A-Cheng’s waist, Jingyi pulled him closer to steal a kiss. He couldn’t conceal his excitement. Even more so because instead of being mad at him for kissing him in front of his nephew, Wanyin simply smiled fondly and indulged him in another chaste kiss.
Their sweet moment was interrupted by Sizhui, still kneeling, offering warm congratulations.
The other two…
Zizhen kept sobbing, this time muttering congratulations instead of prayers. His face wet with tears and snot dripping from his nose.
When the shock wore off, Jin Ling jumped up and pointed accusingly.
“You deflowered my jiujiu! I won’t-”
He didn’t get to finish. Jiang Cheng chased him through Lotus Pier until both were too exhausted to continue.
In the end, Jin Ling did congratulate them. Not without threatening to kill Jingyi if he ever broke his jiujiu’s heart.
It was certainly an eventful day, ended with happy revelations!