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Jiang Cheng can never sleep at Carp Tower. He doesn’t know if it’s the food or the bed or the sense that something is always happening, but he’s always restless when he has to spend the night. So he finds himself walking the silent guest wing.
He’s not there for any particular occasion other than seeing Jin Ling and trying (and failing) to renegotiate his custody, so he doesn’t expect anyone else is staying there. Still, he keeps his steps quiet out of habit. So Jiang Cheng is surprised when one of the guest room doors slides open and a figure emerges. The person is short, with loose hair and a robe not very securely fastened. It’s stupid to blush, but Jiang Cheng blushes, hoping to duck back into his room before he and this person both feel embarrassed. Until he recognizes the figure.
Jin Guangyao?
“Sect Leader Jiang,” he greets quietly, saluting and smiling as if he’s properly dressed and not sneaking out of a guest room in the middle of the night. Jiang Cheng has never seen him look so disheveled. And then he remembers. There is one other person staying at Carp Tower.
“Have some urgent business to discuss with Zewu-jun?”
Jin Guangyao’s smile is so calm and collected it almost makes Jiang Cheng doubt his eyes. “A few things about the disciples we’re sending to Cloud Recesses this year slipped my mind. He’s leaving tomorrow, and I’ll be busy, so I was unfortunately forced to disturb him.”
Bullshit. Nothing has ever slipped Jin Guangyao’s mind. And no one discusses disciples looking like… like that . Jiang Cheng has never been good at subterfuge or subtlety, so he just blurts out: “I want to see my nephew more often.”
Jin Guangyao looks startled, but just for a moment, then nods politely. So cool! Not a hint of embarrassment. “You should bring that up tomorrow with—”
“No,” Jiang Cheng interrupts. “I’m bringing it up with you now.” He doesn’t really care what people get up to behind closed doors, but every attempt he’s ever made to get Jin Ling to spend time at Lotus Pier has been skillfully dodged by the slippery Jins.
“Of course,” Jin Guangyao agrees, gesturing elegantly towards Jiang Cheng’s room.
Ironing out the details takes almost no time at all. Jin Guangyao’s mind is sharp and focused, even if his eyes look a little sleepy and his robe falls to the side as they speak, revealing more and more and more delicate shoulder and collarbone. It’s distracting. Even the way his loose hair hangs down his back begins to feel obscene after a while. Still, his appearance isn’t so distracting that it’s lost on Jiang Cheng how many of these hypothetical details Jin Guangyao had at the ready. He’d clearly planned for this conversation to happen at some point. The compromise they decide on—Jin Ling spending half the year at Lotus Pier and half at Carp Tower, eventually a Jin disciple who studies regularly under Jiang Cheng—feels like it’s Jin Guangyao’s idea, not Jiang Cheng’s. But he’s happy with it, so it doesn’t really matter whose idea it is.
“Is there anything else, Sect Leader Jiang?” Jin Guangyao still hasn’t fixed his robe. Jiang Cheng feels himself blushing. “I would just hate for you to think of something once I’ve gone, or even in a few days, and feel any regrets about this conversation.” It’s so polite. So placid. But there’s a hint of an offer there.
Jiang Cheng isn’t stupid. If he goes for it, he loses any leverage he has, and then Jin Guangyao has something on him instead. “That’s all,” he says firmly, swallowing hard and willing himself to keep his eyes focused on that vermillion dot on Jin Guangyao’s forehead rather than the still slipping robe.
Jin Guangyao nods, standing in a smooth, elegant motion and bowing before leaving the room.
Jiang Cheng passes out after fucking into his fist, remembering the way the robe fell open with that bow, revealing so much shameless skin and a smudge of purple that had to be a bruise.
At lunch the next day, Sect Leader Jin heartily congratulates Jiang Cheng for taking the initiative to spend more time with his family, as if he hasn’t been asking for months. So Jin Guangyao has kept his promise. A win for everyone. Zewu-jun even joins them for the meal, serene and ethereal as always, graciously accepting Jin Guangshan’s offer to stay another night. It doesn’t occur to Jiang Cheng what “stay another night” means until he wants to get up and pace again but doesn’t want to embarrass himself again by running into anyone. He can’t decide if it would be more embarrassing for Lan Xichen to be embarrassed or for him to be as tranquil and confident as ever. It’s just definitely not worth it.
It ends up not mattering, because a soft knock interrupts Jiang Cheng’s not-sleep. Other than the fact that his lips are redder and there’s a different robe languidly wrapped around him, Jin Guangyao paints almost the same image as he had the previous night.
“I was thinking we should have a better relationship now that we’re raising a child together, Sect Leader Jiang.” Jin Guangyao speaks smoothly, closing the door behind him and sitting on Jiang Cheng’s bed. Fresh bruises dot his bared shoulders. His cheeks are flushed. Jiang Cheng hasn’t been this hard since before he’d become a sect leader.
All Jiang Cheng can do is close his eyes and try to stammer out a protest. Closing his eyes is the wrong call, because he’s barely dressed himself and it’s too easy for Jin Guangyao to reveal Jiang Cheng’s hard-on and suck it into his mouth. Those kiss swollen lips are so hot and soft around Jiang Cheng’s length, he can’t stop himself from fucking into that mouth, or from looking down and seeing a pair of wide eyes looking up at him.
“Ohn, Oh…” he groans. The idea that he’s getting sucked by a mouth that very likely just finished sucking someone else should be disgusting to him, but the thought just makes him more turned on. He pulls out and thumbs at Jin Guangyao’s wet lips. “Fuck…” he mumbles to no one in particular before ducking down and kissing those lips, groaning again at the taste of salt musk he finds on Jin Guangyao’s tongue. A hand takes his and leads it downwards, nudging his fingers into a space that’s already wet and loose.
Jin Guangyao really did come to him freshly fucked. Jiang Cheng can’t get his cock into him quickly enough.
“I’ve already cum twice tonight, so don’t take it personally that I’m not hard.”
“I don’t care if you enjoy yourself or not,” Jiang Cheng replies without thinking about it, sliding into that hot, slick channel in one easy thrust. He can’t see Jin Guangyao’s face, but from the pleasant hum he makes, Jiang Cheng can only assume he’d responded with another one of those placid smiles.
In his fantasies, Jiang Cheng always has a lot of smooth, sexy lines that he says. He can’t ever bring himself to do it in reality. He’d tried once and stumbled over his words humiliatingly, so now he keeps his mouth shut. Still, as he fucks into Jin Guangyao, fitting his fingers over five perfectly sized bruises on either side of his ass, he imagines asking how big Lan Xichen is. Bigger than he is, without a doubt. Jiang Cheng can feel how fucked out Jin Guangyao’s ass is. He’d never have guessed the famously gentle Zewu-jun would be someone who left so many marks. Jiang Cheng wants to ask how rough he is. He wraps his hand in Jin Guangyao’s long black hair and pulls, getting a beautiful little moan out of him.
“Yeahh,” Jiang Cheng groans, immediately regretting how dumb he probably sounds.
“You can— unh —pull it harder… if you want.” The words trickle out as breathy whines. Jiang Cheng complies, pulling him up against his chest by the hair.
“Like that?” The sound that their bodies are making is filthy and loud. Anyone outside the door would be able to hear them—that wet, rhythmic slapping sound that only means one thing. Jin Guangyao hums and nods. Jiang Cheng tugs his head back further, amazed at the way this cunning little man just keeps bending, back arching almost impossibly. That’s how you survive right? Bending and not breaking. He’s trying. He really is. Even if it always feels like he’s being broken. Jin Guangyao’s chest rises and falls with his breaths and Jiang Cheng can hear himself grunting. He looks down out of curiosity and sees Jin Guangyao’s soft dick. He starts thrusting harder, wanting to see it bounce. “Fuck,” he groans, staring at it intently.
“You like that?” Jin Guangyao asks, audibly amused.
“Yeah…”
“Pull out a second, let me show you something.”
Jiang Cheng pulls out with a hiss and watches Jin Guangyao lie down on his bed, hugging his knees to his chest, wet, swollen hole on display. Jiang Cheng follows, and Jin Guangyao guides his cock back inside. “Annnh,” he whines, the feet next to Jiang Cheng’s head twitching.
“What am I supposed to be seeing here?” Jiang Cheng asks, starting to fuck him again unsure of what this new position’s purpose is.
“Spit in your hand and jack me off while you fuck me,” Jin Guangyao commands in the breathiest little voice. Jiang Cheng really wasn’t lying when he said he doesn’t care if he enjoys himself or not, but he spits in his hand and does exactly as he’s told. Jin Guangyao is soft and squishy and little in his hand. He doesn’t harden or grow. Unsure what to do, Jiang Cheng rubs his spit into the cockhead, pulling on the shaft and squishing the whole thing in his hand as he fucks into the easy heat of Jin Guangyao’s ass. Just when he’s starting to get annoyed, Jin Guangyao squeals “right there!!!!!” And Jiang Cheng’s body keeps thrusting at the same angle, keeps massaging the soft skin in his hand until a squirt of clear liquid hits Jin Guangyao in the face.
“Did you just...cum?” Jiang Cheng stares at him, fascinated, but all Jin Guangyao does is smile a quiet, smug smile. Unable to take it anymore, Jiang Cheng folds Jin Guangyao in half, pinning him to the bed and letting gravity sink him into that loose heat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jiang Cheng mutters, “that’s so fucking deep.”
“Mmm, I can feel you in my belly,” Jin Guangyao hums. “Fuck me hard, Jiang Wanyin.”
So he does. Jiang Cheng fucks into that heat as hard as he can, slamming his hips down again and again until he’s so close. “Fuck, you really like it rough huh?” He babbles, not thinking.
Jin Guangyao smiles, squeezing around him, waiting until he feels the first spurt of wetness inside him to say “and you really like coming in second.”
The words sting like alcohol on an old wound, but Jiang Cheng is already spending himself deep inside.
Head still spinning minutes later, Jiang Cheng looks up to see Jin Guangyao opening his door to leave. “Hey, we’re even now right?”
He pauses for a moment, almost looking like he’s amused, before his expression goes back to its usual pleasantness. “I look forward to child-rearing with you, Sect Leader Jiang."