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Nie Mingjue had been paying attention. He watched as Lan Xichen shivered, watched as he shook, and watched as he hid his face in shame. Watched as he tried to hide his arousal. They had been intimate for roughly a year, taking every chance they could to explore and enjoy their time together, and Nie Mingjue was grateful for every moment spent together. It felt as though fire consumed him from within the moment they met, and the instant Lan Xichen expressed a similar desire for and willingness to evolve their relationship Mingjue nearly wept, shaking as he touched that porcelain skin, that silken hair. Lan Xichen was nothing short of a miracle on earth, his physical being and spiritual energy a breath of frozen mountain air for the fire in Nie Mingjue's lungs, his heart, his core.
When they began to push their friendship it was always stolen moments, his sect members and family near at hand, or Lan Xichen's. They kissed against walls, hidden in forest groves, and even in grain storage rooms. The leader of the notoriously fussy Lan sect never seemed to mind their locale, enthusiastic about any time they had together, and Nie Mingjue simply tried to hang on to his passionate lover. The strength within them both had to be tempered, had to be managed, or they could face serious repercussions. Once they had managed to uproot a grove of trees as they shoved and rutted against each other after a fierce corpse had gotten too close to Lan Xichen for Nie Mingjue's comfort. They didn't often night hunt together as their positions did not require it. They had other duties, and night hunting was for junior and senior disciples, not sect leaders.
As time passed and politics changed, their relationship as sworn brothers and sect leaders allowed them more opportunity to publicly enjoy each other's company. It was nothing for them to spend weeks, even longer, at Cloud Recesses or Qinghe together, discussing business and honing their cultivation skills together. If they retired to private quarters to dine, play music, or discuss delicate matters, this was also nothing of note. They swore they would never take a moment for granted, and enjoy the time they had together. Their coupling became slow, languorous, and they were able to move beyond the quick, simple activities they managed when they had no time or privacy for uninterrupted intimacy.
Tonight Nie Mingjue watched as Lan Xichen smiled at the sect leaders gathered in Qinghe over their meals in the hall. Zewu-Jun was always beautiful, radiant, even, but tonight he wore his deep silver-grey robes with embroidered cloud motifs and inner robes which contrasted sharply beneath them. His shoulders were wide, his hair ornament excessive, and Nie Mingjue felt his hands twitch at his side and on his bowl of wine. He wanted to bury his hands in the fabric, wrap the hair around his fingers. He wanted to throw Lan Xichen over his shoulder and run to his chambers, throw him on the bed and never let him leave. The outfit was all for him, the colors close to his own robes, and when Lan Xichen met his gaze with mischief in his eyes Baxia began to shake in its stand. The room froze as all eyes turned to Nie Mingjue, wary of his blade's temper. He struggled to release the bowl in his hand before he crushed it. Lan Xichen smiled at the guests.
“Sect Leader Nie has had a trying week. Of course you all understand that Baxia is happiest when in his hand, fighting their enemies.” Lan Xichen spoke eloquently, as always, and a few small cheers and murmurs of agreement went up in response. The blades of the Nie clan were well known to hunger for battle and blood. Nie Mingjue was more in control of Baxia than most thought, but it was a convenient excuse for them now. “I will fetch my guqin and play for them. I will retire to prepare, Sect Leaders, good evening, thank you for your company.” He stood gracefully and bowed slightly at the other men before bowing at Nie Mingjue. His eyes were positively burning and Nie Mingjue knew he would have to excuse himself soon also.
“I look forward to your playing, Sect Leader Lan.” Nie Mingjue managed to rumble and raise his bowl to drain the wine before Lan Xichen left. The conversation picked back up naturally, flowing around the wine and gossip of the clans. His lover's departure was never mentioned as the Lan clan's resting hours were well known, as was their commitment to meditative privacy. Nie Mingjue tried to comment in the conversation when appropriate, but all his thoughts were on Xichen who was no doubt meditating on their coming time together right at this moment. Nie Mingjue had plans for tonight.
The first time they did more than use their hands on each other was at Cloud Recesses when Nie Mingjue and his sect were attending a cultivation conference. It was late, and he made his way to the Hanshi where Lan Xichen had retired. He knew he would not be asleep, and slid the door open to the gorgeous sight of sleeping robes, loose hair, and a warm bed. He groaned and gathered Lan Xichen in his arms, lifting him right up from the table where he sat. They gasped as Nie Mingjue held the fine, firm body up against his own, their arousal clear and aching between them, pressed together tightly. They kissed as Nie Mingjue carried Lan Xichen to the bed and placed him gently on it, only to yank his clothes off immediately, drawing a sharp gasp as hands came up to cover his aching hardness. Xichen had never before been shy with him, and Nie Mingjue sat back on the bed as they both caught their breath. He looked at his lover, the most beautiful being in the world, and wondered at the arm thrown over his eyes and the hand cupping his arousal protectively. He ran a hand up the trembling thighs and kissed at knees, ankles, the tops of finely boned feet. Xichen was shaking and shivering on the bed, taking huge breaths. He was still hiding. Nie Mingjue stood and started to disrobe.
“I'm here, A-Huan.” A sound like a sob that turned into a groan punched out of Xichen, and Nie Mingjue bent to kiss him. “It's okay. I'm right here. I'm disrobing and I will join you. You are so beautiful like this, you know? You are a dream, a living deity here for me right now, how did I ever manage to acquire you? What did I do to deserve you?” Nie Mingjue was making quick work of his boots, his robes, and Xichen was taking huge gasping breaths on the bed, still not looking at him. “I love you, my beautiful jade, my piece of heaven. Uncover your eyes for me, please, let me look at you.” Nie Mingjue sat down now and gently pulled Lan Xichen's arm from his face. Tears had dampened his forearm, his cheeks, slid into the hair above his ears. Nie Mingjue kissed and licked them away before kissing Xichen's lips, his beautiful lips. “Are you alright?” He kept kissing, down his jaw, along his neck, onto clavicles, and strong hips started to grind against his side, his breathing changing from anxious to labored.
“Please, please. I am alright. I need, I want...” Lan Xichen was grabbing for his lover, pulling his face up against his neck, holding him so tightly that Nie Mingjue was momentarily worried about air. He circulated his breath and let them remain close for a few more moments.
“I will take care of you. You need only ask me to stop and I will, you know I will. Do you trust me?” Nie Mingjue pulled away to look the other man in the eyes.
“Yes. Yes, always.” They held contact, almost smiling, before Nie Mingjue suddenly knocked away the hand that was covering what he most wanted to see. Lan Xichen gasped and pulled his arms up and away. They hovered near his face, uncertain, before Nie Mingjue took them and had him hold the wood of the bed above him. He looked at the body below him, the skin, the bones, the lack of scars. At their level of cultivation it would take quite a lot to leave a lasting mark, and he appreciated their youth, their vigor, but wanted to mark that skin so badly. This was the first time they had an opportunity to fully undress and look upon each other, and Nie Mingjue could understand why Lan Xichen was overwhelmed. He found himself sitting like a statue as the possibilities spread out before him. A soft whimper drew him back, and Xichen's face was everything at once. He kissed him, hard, then reached a hand down to his exposed cock. His hips thrust upwards frantically in response to the touch, and Nie Mingjue chuckled. He moved down the bed to hold the twitching hips down against it, and used his free hand to stroke slowly.
He watched as Lan Xichen gripped the bed and thrashed. He knew what he wanted to do now. Knew it so clearly he couldn't believe they hadn't yet done it. Their time had been rushed, surely, hidden away and stolen, but this would take no longer than hands. He held the pale hips down with both his hands and took him into his mouth. The moan in response was obscene, and Nie Mingjue felt his own hardness twitch against the bed. Anything, he would do anything to make Xichen sound like this every day for him. He tried to go slowly, tried to get used to the sensation of flesh in his mouth that felt like nothing else. Neither of them had been with anyone before they began their relationship, between clan rules and responsibilities, and they'd been enjoying taking their time learning together. But Nie Mingjue wanted this so badly he found himself unable to slow down. He started to move faster and faster as Lan Xichen's breathing became wild. His thrashing on the bed became so strong Nie Mingjue had to use his spiritual energy to help hold him down. When Lan Xichen felt the lick of it against his skin his eyes flew open and he began to speak.
“Please, you cannot, you mustn't, please, da-ge-” He cut himself off with a groan as Nie Mingjue brought a hand to the sensitive skin behind his balls, and shook his head frantically instead.
“Do you wish me to stop?” Nie Mingjue watched carefully as his lover tried to get his breathing under control. His eyes seemed distant, glazed over slightly, and he ran a hand over the heaving flank in front of him gently. Lan Xichen seemed to take a long time to tip his head down and meet his gaze, and his hands tightened on the bed above him.
“No, no I do not believe so. But, please, I. I-” Nie Mingjue made a decision upon hearing that he didn't want to stop, and realized perhaps he could not communicate what he wanted. He would do everything in his power to learn this body, this man, and give him as much pleasure as existed in the world that was within his power to give.
“A-Huan, I will continue. I love seeing you like this. It is the best thing I have ever had the chance to watch. I will do what I can to bring you pleasure, even when we are unsure what to do, but please, promise me you will always ask me to stop if you truly want me to.” Nie Mingjue grasped the other man's face in his hands and made him look at him. The intensity in their gaze put every thought from his mind.
“I promise. I promise, I trust you, I promise.” Nie Mingjue kissed him in response and slid back down to take him in his mouth again. He didn't stop this time, and Lan Xichen began to lose control as his climax built. “Ah! Ah! Please, please, da-ge, please, it isn't...! You-” He thrashed harder than ever, but Nie Mingjue had a suspicion he was on the right track. He worked harder and felt Lan Xichen finally release, the tension snapping his body tight as he experienced the novel sensation of bringing a man to completion in his mouth. He began to shake and cry, his hands stiff as he pulled them off the bed and against his body, and Nie Mingjue rushed to grab him and pull him tight against his chest.
“You are fine, my jade dragon, I have you. You may always give me everything. I have you.” Lan Xichen's sobs slowed and his breathing became more regular. He twitched occasionally and tears still slipped down his strong face, but Nie Mingjue wouldn't look away, wouldn't let the other man look away. Lan Xichen finally seemed to gather himself and kissed him passionately. He reached a hand toward Nie Mingjue's cock but was gently pulled away. “Let us sleep together now. I am not in need. You were more than enough for me, A-Huan.” They sighed together and pulled a covering up over their exhausted bodies.
“Thank you.” Lan Xichen murmured against the broad chest in front of him, and received a kiss on his fine hair in response.
Nie Mingjue remembered that night as their true first time; more intimate than anything else they had done, and though they would of course go further after that, that night seemed to break a barrier in their relations that he had not known existed. The first time he took Lan Xichen was nothing short of a revelation, and had it not been for a protective barrier enacted before they started he's not sure what could have come of it. The room was a disaster afterwards, but they could not stop smiling at each other. They played constantly after that, learning and pushing, but Nie Mingjue had noticed some soft push back, some redirection, on certain activities from his love. He loved to take Lan Xichen in his mouth but almost never finished him that way. Those strong porcelain hands would pull him up and kiss him, then direct him onward, telling him he wanted to finish while they fucked. The term from his lips had Nie Mingjue gasping, and served its function of redirecting him exactly where Lan Xichen wanted him. He would take him roughly and he'd come hard around his cock, Nie Mingjue pulling him back and filling him up. Lan Xichen's groans and moans would continue for what felt like long minutes.
Nie Mingjue loved to lounge after, to cuddle, if he was honest, but Lan Xichen immediately rose for a cloth no matter what. He had tried to gently keep him in bed, tried to tire him out so he wouldn't rise so urgently, but nothing worked. He would roll onto his back and sigh as he returned to clean them both up.
He had spent the better part of a week thinking about the past year, adding it all up, and coming up with a plan for tonight. He hoped he'd put the clues in order and would please his partner. They had kept their promise and would ask for the other to stop when needed, but it happened so rarely. Lan Xichen had diplomatic skill beyond any reasonable man, and could get Nie Mingjue to do whatever he wanted, or stop what he didn't, without having to actually ask. Nie Mingjue was frustrated, at times, to say the least. Tonight he would get what he wanted, and what he hoped he was right about his partner needing.
Nie Mingjue excused himself from the hall, encouraged his guests to remain, and left the serving staff for anything they needed. He wandered slowly to his room as he took intentionally slow breaths. He sent out a small amount of spiritual cognition to find his lover and was pleased to find him already waiting for him. He pushed the door open to Lan Xichen's smiling face where he sat on the floor with his guqin out. Shuoyue was leaning against the wall behind him.
“Would you like me to play for you?” He greeted him warmly, so familiar, and Nie Mingjue couldn't help a small smile.
“If you like. I'd rather play with you, though.” He started to pull his boots off as Lan Xichen blushed very faintly. He sat still as a statue with his hands on the strings and watched as the larger man disrobed. He felt himself growing even hotter under that fierce gaze, and knew Xichen would absolutely try to play the director tonight if he did not take charge early in the proceedings. “Stand up for me, please?” Nie Mingjue tried to wrap commands and requests up in his words like a diplomat, like Xichen. He was never sure how he sounded to the other man, but he smiled at him and stood anyway. He looked so imposing in this outfit and Nie Mingjue ached to tear him out of it. He reminded himself that being patient and in control was key tonight. “Stay still for me and I'll help you out of it.” Lan Xichen inclined his head as he knew exactly what his partner meant. Naked, Nie Mingjue stepped up to him and heard their breath catch as his hardness brushed the other man. Lan Xichen seemed to chuckle slightly.
“This is new. I find it agreeable.” Lan Xichen kissed him after he spoke, but Nie Mingjue pulled back with a wicked grin. He had undressed him before, of course, but had never been fully undressed himself first. He was careful as the head pieces were intricately pinned and tied in place. He set them on the table and ran his fingers through the free hair after every tie was finally out. He knelt and pulled off the white boots, unbelievably pristine, and shook his head. Lan Xichen didn't ask as they stared at each other. Nie Mingjue liked these moments so much. He still did not believe he was so lucky to find this kind of relationship in his life. It felt like the legends, felt too ridiculous to be real. After he pulled off every robe and the expanse of pale skin he wanted was only hidden by undershirt and trousers he grasped his hair firmly and kissed him. The shock of the contact after the building of tension had them both groaning and pressing together.
“Let me take care of you tonight.” Nie Mingjue reached out to rub a hand along the silk-covered hardness before him. Lan Xichen breathed heavily into his mouth as he looked down to watch himself be stroked by his lover.
“Always, da-ge.”
“A-Huan, trust me?”
“With everything.” Nie Mingjue couldn't help but wrap Lan Xichen in his arms at that, pulling him close as they began to breathe heavily together. He hoisted the other man up and he threw his head back and his legs around the strong body supporting him. He loved to have his neck kissed, bitten, licked, but Nie Mingjue deprived him tonight. Lan Xichen pouted at him and scratched at his back before he was dropped onto the bed. “You mean to use me tonight, Chifeng-zun?”
“Watch your mouth, pretty piece of jade. You are at my mercy, after all.” Nie Mingjue smiled at his lover, running his large hands up the sides of soft skin and firm muscle below him. He pulled the last of the silk off him, his trousers and loose top, and threw them on the floor to a scolding sound from Lan Xichen. Nie Mingjue bit at the inside of his thigh in retaliation. Lan Xichen laughed and reached for him, and he grabbed those delicate, impossibly strong hands in his own. He used them to pull him up to his knees as Nie Mingjue stood on the bed. He placed the hands on his own hips then traced the red lips near his hardness as they looked at each other.
“Will you take me in your mouth, A-Huan? Will you please me that way?” Lan Xichen fluttered his eyes shut then fell forward against Nie Mingjue's hip. He took a moment to breathe before he pulled back and placed his lips on the cock in front of him. Nie Mingjue knew this was a favorite of his, obviously they both enjoyed it, but Lan Xichen seemed to relax and enjoy this especially, his eyes closed or vacant, his cock twitching and hard. He watched as those beautiful lips drew up and back over his shaft. The touches of tongue had him inching forward. Lan Xichen's hands on his hips did not exert pressure either way, more to steady himself, so Nie Mingjue could set the pace. He reached down to gather the long hair on his lover and corral it into one hand. As he leaned down and forward his cock naturally pushed deeper into the mouth around him. The other man let out a grumbling sound and swallowed around him, but when Nie Mingjue began to pull back firm hands flexed to hold him in.
“I'm just straightening back up. I'm right here.” Nie Mingjue stood back up fully with that long hair in his fist. He traced his other hand along the lips stretched around him, gasping as Lan Xichen's hips thrust into the air. He began to move more frantically up and down, aching, no doubt, from the stretch, but intent on pleasuring the man above him. Nie Mingjue was not small, neither of them were, but he had a little more girth. Nie Mingjue slowed his lover with the hand in his hair, pulling him back and off. Lan Xichen whined and his fingernails dug into the hips before him. Nie Mingjue put his hand back at those lips and pushed two fingers in. He sucked them as greedily as he had his cock as he glared up at him. Nie Mingjue chuckled in response.
“You'll have it back. Patience.” Sharp teeth nipped at his fingers at that and Nie Mingjue pulled his hand out quickly. He held Lan Xichen back, giving him nothing, waiting. He hoped his sweet man would whine for him. They stared at each other, both stubborn, and Lan Xichen tried gently to pull Nie Mingjue's hips toward him. Nie Mingjue held firm, keeping all parts of him away from where his greedy partner wanted them. It went on for what felt like forever before Lan Xichen finally dropped his hands and tilted his face up as much as he could with Nie Mingjue still gripping his hair tightly, then began to speak.
“Please, please, please, I need you, you know I do. You know what I want, you always do, da-ge, let me have it.” Nie Mingjue felt his face split with a wide grin and pulled him back onto his cock. He had needed this initial surrender for his plan, needed to make his stubborn man give up some control now, as he would have to give up all of it later. Xichen has always trusted him, but Nie Mingjue knew tonight would be hard for him. He used the handful of hair to move him up and down on his length. It was slick from saliva and those beautiful eyes closed in what looked like bliss. Nie Mingjue would liked to have done this all night, let his lover enjoy this longer, but that was not the plan. He pulled Lan Xichen all the way down on him and felt the other man tense against him. He held him until he began to flinch and try to pull back, and when he finally brought a hand up to grab at a hip, he pulled him back. Lan Xichen was beautiful normally, but some ugly party of Nie Mingjue did enjoy his eyes watering and mouth swollen from his cock as he gasped for air in this moment.
He pulled him back on after letting him breathe for another moment and held him tight against him again. Nie Mingjue waited just until he seemed to want to struggle then pulled him off. “How are you, my love? Is this alright? Pleasurable? You'll still tell me to stop?” He rubbed the lips he longed to kiss, stroked a hand on his own length, moved saliva between his cock and those lips. Lan Xichen shuddered and gasped at him
“I am well, I love it. I love it, please. I'll ask if I must, you know that, I'm enjoying it, please, please.” Nie Mingjue was happy with the response and pulled him back onto his cock without warning. He did not hold him on as long this time since he hadn't known to take a deep breath first. After this round of deep breathing he slowly, slowly, pulled him on then tilted his head up.
“My love, listen closely. I need you to be strong for me. Will you do as I ask, will you trust me?” He held him in place as they stared at each other. Nie Mingjue knew the answer but he wanted to make it explicitly clear to his partner that he would be asking for something new, something that he may not want to do at first. He pulled him off.
“Yes, da-ge. I will try, you know I will.”
“A-Huan, you must do more than try. You have to listen to me, I promise I will take care of you. Do you consent to do as I ask?” Lan Xichen whined at this, then nodded. “Say it, love.”
“Nie Mingjue, I will do as you ask. I will follow where you lead.” Nie Mingjue shuddered and leaned down to kiss those swollen lips in response. Lan Xichen froze then tried to pull back slightly. This was expected. He stopped quickly then thrust into those lips again. He didn't remain too long so that Xichen could breathe. The next time he thrust inside that warm heat he tilted his love up to speak to him again.
“Xichen, I am going to come soon. You will hold it in your mouth.” Lan Xichen's eyes flew open with a look he had never seen before. “Hold it in your mouth, do not swallow it or spit it out. You may have to hold your mouth open to keep it in place. Whatever you need to do so that it remains there until I give you more instructions, do you understand?” He withdrew so Lan Xichen could breathe and their eyes never left each other's. The man kneeling before him was panting, his eyes glazed over. He stared at him blankly before he finally nodded slowly. Nie Mingjue looked down and saw that Xichen was very aroused, a bead of moisture at the tip, which was rare for him.
“Good, my good sweet man. Last time, okay?” He let Lan Xichen take deep breaths and gather himself before they both moved forward to connect again. Nie Mingjue had been aching for release, the very idea of this night enough to wind him up more than usual, so he was able to finally let go this time as he spilled into that soft heat. Lan Xichen's eyes went wide and he froze in place, thinking about how to carry out his instructions, no doubt. Nie Mingjue groaned and gripped the hair in both his hands as he finished. Lan Xichen pulled back with his eyes wide, his mouth slightly parted as he froze in place. They had never done anything like this before and they stared at each other. A million thoughts went through Nie Mingjue's head and he wondered what the other was thinking, but he knew he could ask later. For now he had to carry on with the plan.
He immediately sat down and helped Lan Xichen to slowly stand so that their positions were reversed. He telegraphed his motions so that he would not surprise his lover and cause him to lose focus on holding his mouth still. He took him into his mouth now and began to pleasure him in earnest. He couldn't let this part take too long with the other above him struggling to hold his seed in his mouth. It didn't seem like he would need to wait very long at all. He pulled back and spoke to him again. Lan Xichen didn't even look down at him.
“When you come in my mouth,” a slight whimper from Lan Xichen at that, “Stay focused. Do not swallow anything or let spill anything, do you understand? No matter what, my love!” Lan Xichen was shaking like a junior disciple on their first night hunt. He nodded as much as he could with his mouth still parted slightly and head tilted down to avoid involuntarily swallowing. Nie Mingjue had never loved him more. He went back to his task and was correct in his assessment that it would not take long. When he felt him finish he stood quickly and pushed it from his mouth to Lan Xichen's in a filthy kiss, adding it to his own release. Xichen's eyes were wild and open throughout, his gaze unlike anything Nie Mingjue had seen before, and he had no idea how to read him. They stood on the bed and stared at each other as Lan Xichen's eyes began to water from not swallowing. His mouth was full of them mixed together plus whatever saliva had been produced. Nie Mingjue kissed his chest and stepped off the bed to grab a small bowl.
He stood back up on the bed and held the bowl carefully to his lips. “Spit it here, A-Huan.” There was nothing beautiful or graceful about it. It was the least desirable thing he'd ever seen them do, ever had them do together, but that was part of this as well. Lan Xichen tried to carefully push it out of his mouth but could really only tip his head down as the bowl was held for him. He seemed either unable or unwilling to grasp it for himself; perhaps he didn't think he should as that had not been part of the instructions. After his mouth was clear he took a heaving breath and Nie Mingjue rushed to set the bowl on the table near the bed. Lan Xichen was breathing like a horse about to collapse and Nie Mingjue rushed to grab him carefully and lower him to the bed. He held the shaking body against his own and stroked his hair. He muttered how much he loved him, how good he was for him, how he could feel his love for him in how hard he worked. They stayed like that for some time before Lan Xichen seemed to surface from his altered state.
“Mingjue? I, I had never thought...” Lan Xichen grasped at his chest, where robes would be if they were not naked, and Nie Mingjue had a moment of worry. He knew this night would be intense but he had more planned, and wanted to give Xichen the entire experience he thought he would enjoy.
“I'm here, Xichen. You don't have to describe it yet. I'm happy to talk after, but I have more I'd like to do. Tell me honestly, are you interested in continuing? It will be a push, still. Another new thing. I will stop as soon as you say so.” Lan Xichen was quiet for some time as they held each other. Nie Mingjue could only rub his hand along his back and wait for the answer.
“I trust you. I want more.” Nie Mingjue's breath caught and he kissed Xichen hard, poured all his love into it. They were gasping as they parted.
“Alright. Good. You'll need to follow my directions, Zewu-Jun, are you ready?” Nie Mingjue brushed hair back from his face and smiled at his life, his everything, this amazing man who trusted him.
“I am ready.” Lan Xichen sat up on the bed and gave a very lazy smile. Nie Mingjue couldn't help but kiss him before taking his hand and pulling him gently off the bed. His body was lax and he let himself be pulled and pushed into place as strong hands positioned him so he faced the bed then gently pushed his back so he was bending over, hands touching the floor.
“Stay, please.” Nie Mingjue rubbed his back and gave an appraising look to his strong thighs and up to his ass, everything on display for him. He knew he would have his fill soon and turned away. He walked to the wall and grabbed Lan Xichen's sword, Shuoyue, before returning to him.
“Mingjue? What are you doing with Shuoyue?” Nie Mingjue smiled. Of course he'd react to and question this of all the actions he'd taken tonight.
“You'll see. Shuoyue should listen to me, don't you think?” Lan Xichen inhaled sharply in response. His legs and arms were stretched in his position; bent over at the waist with hands and feet flat on the floor was vulnerable and would become strenuous. Nie Mingjue focused his energy on communicating his intent to the sword then spoke. “Shuoyue, I need your help.” The sword glowed faintly in his hands. “I want to please your master, you understand? I just need you to support him for me.” He held the sheathed sword out in front of him, parallel to the ground, and released it to float in the air. Lan Xichen was turning his head trying to see, his breathing heavy. Nie Mingjue positioned the floating sword under Lan Xichen's lower stomach then lifted it until his toes were barely touching the ground. He groaned and shook, overwhelmed by the sensations.
“Da-ge, da-ge, it's too much, I cannot-please!” Lan Xichen whimpered as his sword held his body up at the bend in his hips, his weight on his hands and the cold sheath of Shuoyue that was warming rapidly. He shifted his weight from left to right foot as his toes began to protest the position. Nie Mingjue wanted his partner's weight on his hands and the sword.
“Xichen, breathe. Is your weight supported by Shuoyue? You are using your arms, not your toes, to hold the rest, yes? I need you to be comfortable enough to hold this position. Do you want to continue?” Lan Xichen took a few deep breaths to center himself. He was clearly overwhelmed but answered.
“Yes, I think I can manage. It is, it is a lot, but I am not actually in pain. To involve Shuoyue this way was surprising and I became distracted. I will do better for you, Mingjue.” The body in front of him could not be any better, the man it belonged to the best person in the world.
“You are perfect. Every part of you is perfect, A-Huan. Please just relax and remember that. This is your responsibility tonight, understand?” Nie Mingjue finally reached out to caress the flesh on display in front of him to emphasize his words. He groaned and sighed loudly to share his obvious pleasure. Lan Xichen could only see his shins, essentially, from this position. Nie Mingjue wanted to keep him present and grounded in his body and with him. He wanted them to both enjoy this. He began to massage Lan Xichen's flesh, spreading his ass to see his intimate parts, and the moan from below him was heavenly. He was no stranger to this, but having him on display like this for him was exhilarating. He dragged a finger down his crack, over his pink flesh, down to his balls. Lan Xichen was very hard and wriggling on his sword. He was positioned in such a way that nothing could touch his cock unless Nie Mingjue reached for it, however, and he had no plans to do so for some time.
He held the flesh apart and just continued to look until his love began to whine and cry out beneath him. He begged for mercy, begged to be touched, and Nie Mingjue was happy to oblige. He leaned in and lifted the sword slightly to bring Lan Xichen's feet completely off the ground and a startled yelp rang out. Nie Mingjue chuckled. “I've got you, precious. Just relax.” He leaned in and licked from the top of Lan Xichen's ass to his balls and the arms supporting him nearly gave out. He moaned and tried to thrust into the empty air, but Shuoyue barely moved in response to the actions. Nie Mingjue focused his attention on the delicate opening before him, licking and thrusting his tongue into the tight heat. He had always loved to be this intimate with Xichen. He enjoyed knowing that neither of them had ever touched others this way, and he believed and hoped they never would. Lan Xichen was crying out constantly now. “Shhh, you'll wake the whole clan. Do you want them to come running and see you this way?” Lan Xichen gasped in response and Nie Mingjue bit his cheek hard enough to bruise. “Or would you? Would you like them to see how much I enjoy you? How much you enjoy me?”
“Please, please, only for you! Please da-ge, do not tease me!” Lan Xichen cried out as his lover shoved his tongue back in, his hole wet and stretched now. Nie Mingjue slid a finger into the tight heat and grunted over his work.
“Still so tight for me, A-Huan. We'll have to keep working. I'm going to get something, I'll be right here.” Nie Mingjue went to fetch the bowl from earlier that held their combined efforts. Lan Xichen had been doing so well. He hoped he could handle this. “You will feel something cool.” Lan Xichen's breath caught in his chest and his strong arms were shaking from holding himself up. He couldn't see what was happening, and Nie Mingjue had been intentionally silent when picking up the bowl. His goal was for Lan Xichen to think he had fetched their usual oil.
He held the bowl out of sight and hooked a finger in his hole, pulling down against the steady presence of the sword, driving Lan Xichen's hips and belly onto it. The noise he made was completely new. If he wasn't using his core to subtly maintain his arousal from getting too intense Nie Mingjue would have been at risk of ruining the entire night upon hearing it. He took a few deep breaths. He pushed two fingers into Lan Xichen and spread them apart until there was a visible space between them. The sight was obscene and beautiful, somehow. He moved the bowl near and began to tip the contents into the space he'd created. He felt the body in front of him freeze. He could feel the exact moment when the bowl and the cool liquid registered to the other man.
“No! No, please, Mingjue!” Lan Xichen began to try to push himself up with his arms to stop Nie Mingjue, but he was ready and had thought this moment might come. He held his body in place and tried to soothe his frantic lover.
“Stay still, calm down. Do you need to stop? Tell me to stop and I will.” Nie Mingjue waited and prayed for the other man to relax so they could continue. He'd made it so far, had done so well. It took a long time before any answer came.
“I am not myself, da-ge. I feel, I cannot describe how I feel. I do not know what to do-” Nie Mingjue set the bowl aside but did not let Lan Xichen move. He walked to his side and crouched down to see his face and brushed tears from his forehead. He stroked his arms and cheeks.
“You have been so good for me, precious jade, noble Zewu-Jun. I believe you can do this. Can that be of help to you? I know you trust me and I think you know that having come this far you can continue. Say the words and we stop, of course, but think about whether you truly want that or are merely uncomfortable. I think you may thank me later if we continue.” Lan Xichen held his gaze and clearly thought about his words. He nodded and spoke,
“I can do this. Please, take care of me. I want to be good for you.” Nie Mingjue kissed his lover.
“You could never be anything else for me, A-Huan. I love you. Thank you for this.” He stood back up and reclaimed his place, fingers immediately returning to spread Lan Xichen's hole. The shock made him gasp and kick his dangling feet back. Nie Mingjue smiled at the motions which were almost cute. He spread him open as much as he could and went back to pouring the mixture from the bowl. Lan Xichen seemed to sob below him but his cock was firm and he did not ask to stop. Nie Mingjue held him open and poured it all inside, pushing it into him and collecting any fluid that did not make it in the first time. He pushed and pressed until every drop was sealed inside his lover. “You did so well, my strong A-Huan. How does it feel?” Nie Mingjue wasn't sure he'd receive an answer but Lan Xichen surprised him.
“Cold at first. Better now, but full. Startling.” He seemed to hesitate. “Will da-ge be adding more to me?” Nie Mingjue did have to grasp himself at this. Lan Xichen sounded breathy and aroused. He was finally enjoying this and it was all Nie Mingjue had ever wanted for him. He gave a light slap to the ass in front of him and Lan Xichen gasped out a laugh. “I am yours, Chifeng-Zun, take me.” Oh, he wanted to wrestle back some control! Nie Mingjue should have foreseen that possibility. He slapped the firm flesh harder and Lan Xichen hissed in pain.
“I think that is enough talk for now. Hold still.” Nie Mingjue reached for the sword and lifted it higher. Lan Xichen gasped as he was nearly pulled off his hands. The sword could easily hold him in this position but it would be extremely uncomfortable if all his weight was bent in half on the sword at his belly. Nie Mingjue knew that his lover was strong enough to endure it, however, and kept lifting Shuoyue. Lan Xichen was on his fingertips now and must have been using his core to help hold himself up. He finally lifted enough that Lan Xichen was suspended on the sword. He cried out as his arms and legs hung freely in the air, his breath wild and his arms beginning to thrash as he tried to reach the bed in front of him. Nie Mingjue pulled him back sharply and thrust two fingers back into him fast and rough. Lan Xichen nearly screamed aloud from his predicament. His fingers slid obscenely in the wetness inside his lover. He added a third finger and Lan Xichen's cries barely changed. He was making constant noise now from the suspension and sensations. With his fingers pushing into the tight heat Nie Mingjue took his other arm and lifted the heaving chest. He put Lan Xichen's arms on the low bed and pushed him forward. His body was now nearly level in the air, his hips on the sword slightly higher than his upper body on the bed, and the sounds of relief he made were beautiful. Nie Mingjue would gladly torture him again just to hear the lack of it.
He withdrew his fingers and gripped the strong hips into position as he began to push in. Lan Xichen fisted his hands in the bedding and panted. He groaned when he felt firm hips flush against him, the slide in eased by the fluid he'd been filled with but not quite as smooth as oil. Nie Mingjue pulled out and thrust back in. He knew Lan Xichen loved a little resistance, loved to feel it the next day, but that was not the goal tonight. He pulled back and grabbed their oil from the cabinet. He spread him open again and poured some directly inside him. Lan Xichen seemed beyond reaction at this point. He had his head turned on the bed and his hips seemed to rock in the air without his awareness. “Xichen, how are you?” He pushed three oil covered fingers into the slightly looser heat and the other man groaned.
“Very fine, Mingjue.” Lan Xichen looked back and smiled at him. Nie Mingjue didn't know he could love someone this much. He oiled himself up, rubbed more all over the pink hole and cheeks for the look of it, then pushed back in. Lan Xichen's eyes fluttered shut and he pushed back to meet him as much as he could. “It feels like so much. It feels too wet. It feels like nothing I can describe.”
“Just take me, A-Huan, just enjoy yourself.” Nie Mingjue started a slow but steady pace. He kept the hips in his hands elevated enough that nothing spilled out of him as he fucked into him. Nie Mingjue was not sure how long he himself could last after all the build up, and he doubted Lan Xichen would last one stroke if he reached for him now. He picked up the bowl he'd set down behind him and placed it on the pale back stretched out before him. He grasped the fine hips and continued to thrust as the other man tried to look back at him. He could feel his release getting closer and would love for them to come together. He kept up his pace and grabbed the bowl to hold at the head of Lan Xichen's cock. At this Lan Xichen groaned and Nie Mingjue barely had to pull on him before he began to fill the bowl. It was the sight of his lover's orgasm mixed with the tightening around him that pushed Nie Mingjue over the edge as he finished as well. He hoped it had felt as good as it looked for Lan Xichen when he came. He made sure he was done then pulled out carefully, lifting the sword to elevate his lover's exhausted body at the hips. He brought the bowl to his opening and poured Lan Xichen's own release back into him with everything else. He gasped and slammed his eyes shut, turned his head down into the bed and held it there.
“Breathe, Xichen, breathe. You've done so well. Are your hips alright? Pull up onto your forearms and rest in this position. I don't want anything to slide out of you so you must remain elevated.” Lan Xichen sobbed in response as he pulled up onto his forearms. He kept his head tilted down against the bed, his hair a sweaty mess against his neck and back, his legs hanging totally limp over Shuoyue. “You are so beautiful. So perfect. Every part of you.” Lan Xichen shook his head frantically on the bed and tried to pull his legs down. The sword held firm in the air. He was overcome with the trust and love Xichen must have for him that his sword would behave this way for Nie Mingjue, would carry out his wishes in this way. He ran a hand over the smooth skin in front of him, back, thighs, ass. Lan Xichen looked like a horse that had run for miles. Sweaty, shaking, and glistening in the dim light, he was a sight to see. “Perhaps I can call someone to come and paint you this way for me?” Lan Xichen let out a hissing sound and grumbled at him. “You are so lovely. I could have my own collection of illicit material all of you in positions for me, how does that sound?” He seemed to say something. “Let me hear you, sect leader! Should I commission a portrait?”
“Nie Mingjue, if you try to share this with anyone I will never let you fuck me again!” Nie Mingjue could not help but laugh. He knew Lan Xichen did not actually think it was a possibility, but he appreciated the sentiment.
“How do you feel?”
“Terribly, terribly full. It is...I cannot explain..” Lan Xichen sighed and relaxed into the sheets. “Will I be let down soon?”
“Very soon. Hold on a little longer for me.” Nie Mingjue kissed the tops of those strong thighs then pulled his cock backwards into his mouth. Lan Xichen shouted in surprise. He meant to clean, not to arouse, and did not spend too long with him. He pulled away after he was satisfied and moved around his body to get onto the bed in front of him. He worked himself into position with Lan Xichen's head in his lap and held his cock out to the red lips, sore and chapped from the evening's events.
“Da-ge, stop.” Lan Xichen looked shocked and pulled his head back. Nie Mingjue focused on the sword not moving and also grabbed the silken hair gently to keep his love from thrashing back too quickly and hurting himself while still partially suspended.
“Are you scared, or serious? I want you to clean me if you are able to handle it.” Nie Mingjue held gently, not letting him move back. His cock sat very close to his face and Lan Xichen glared at it, then at him. He slowly stuck his tongue out to lick the shaft then froze.
“No.” His tone was firm and Nie Mingjue immediately let go of his hair and pulled him up to kiss him.
“Alright, my love. Thank you for your honesty, thank you for trying. Stay, please.” He ran his fingers through Lan Xichen's hair once more then left the bed again. He returned to the soft pucker that was holding all the evidence of their night together and licked directly into it. Lan Xichen frantically tried to pull away. He didn't say anything, however, and Nie Mingjue knew he was allowed. He gave in to the intimacy of the act and licked, sucked, tasted them both together and felt himself both aroused and mildly alarmed that he was not more disturbed by what was arguably a very unclean act. He licked the rim a few more times then returned to Lan Xichen on the bed.
He deliberately and slowly leaned in to kiss him and Xichen closed his eyes and held still to allow it. Xichen had made it through. Nie Mingjue was never more in love with him than in this moment. “You are everything, A-Huan. Everything good in this world.” He did have one more task for his lover to endure, but he hoped at this point that it would not be a challenge. “I'll be right back.” Lan Xichen stayed in place and waited for Nie Mingjue's return. When he did he spread a folded cloth on the bed and pulled Shuoyue down and out from under his hips, gently placing the shaky feet on the ground. He leaned the sword against the bed for a moment as he lifted his tired lover and placed him carefully on the bed, his backside on the cloth.
Nie Mingjue thanked Lan Xichen's sword and placed it back at the wall. Lan Xichen had his eyes shut and was trying to curl in on himself when Nie Mingjue turned back to the bed. He wrapped himself around his love and kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his lips.
“Can you feel it running out of you?”
“Yes.”
Nie Mingjue waited, expecting more of an answer. It seemed none was coming. “Is it pleasant?” Lan Xichen was quiet for some time.
“It feels very real. Inescapable. The evidence has never been so intimate against my flesh. I can feel my body trying not let it go but I know that there is nothing I can do to stop it. There is something exciting about the sensation, though I would not like this to become a habit.” Lan Xichen smiled gently and Nie Mingjue smiled wide.
“Do you know what I wanted for you tonight, A-Huan?” He didn't really want to make him answer so he continued on. “With your rules and your discipline I know there are things that feel dirty and wrong. You would hesitate to finish in my mouth, not let me kiss you after I finished in yours. There is nothing shameful in anything we do. No part of you is dirty or in need of control through meditation, icy ponds, or punishment. Anything you can give me is a gift and I will be offended if you do not allow me to make you feel good in the ways that you deserve.” Lan Xichen seemed ready to cry as he looked at Nie Mingjue then away from him. He sighed and turned into his chest. He must have made the sensation on his lower half noticeable again because he whimpered and shifted his legs.
“Please, can you clean me up now?”
“Why?” Nie Mingjue hoped Xichen could understand, would forgive him this bit of boundary pushing.
“Please! Please, it isn't proper, it is enough that we-” Lan Xichen cut himself off sharply and Nie Mingjue sat up with a hand braced on the bed. He grasped the other man's chin firmly but not roughly and forced their eyes to meet.
“There is nothing dirty in anything we do, A-Huan. Nothing. I could fill you every hour for a week straight and leave you in my bed with my seed leaking all over the sheets and you will still be Zewu-Jun, Lan Xichen, Lan Huan, my perfect man. What we do is pure, and your sect had no right to use its rules to make you think anything different. No part of you is unclean or deserves to be controlled and hidden away. Not with me. There is no shame in enjoying things you were told did not fall under a strict set of permissible acts. Do you understand this?” Nie Mingjue sincerely hoped he did. He was ready to cuddle and sleep with his lover. Lan Xichen took a shuddering breath then buried his head in his chest and cried.
“Yes. Yes, Mingjue. I- Thank you. I know it and I've told myself but some things require more than intellectual knowing. Thank you for this.”
“Can we rest now? I will clean you up in the morning, my little jade toy.” Xichen gasped in response then shifted, gasped again at the sensation. nie Mingjue felt a wicked grin spread over his face. He reached his fingers down to the mess they'd made and rubbed and pushed some back inside. Neither intended to take it any further, but Lan Xichen sighed and seemed to enjoy the touch. “Good, it is pleasurable, yes? To just enjoy whatever we choose to do?”
“It is, of course. Da-ge takes good care of me.” Nie Mingjue beamed and kissed him fiercely before withdrawing his fingers and wiping them on the cloth.
“Sleep. More sex in the morning.” They both smiled and laughed as they kissed softly. Nie Mingjue looked forward to waking up next to his debauched lover. He pulled him tight against his body and breathed in his comforting scent. “I love you.”
“I love you. Thank you.” Lan Xichen hoped he was brave enough to wake Nie Mingjue up in the morning by returning some of the spirit of tonight's events. He smiled and tucked himself impossibly closer to the strong body against his.
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