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"He's not all that bad, you know..", Xingchen said absently while focusing on the news article on his phone, feet up in Son Lans lap, letting himself be massaged in circular motions.
"He's actually a demon", Song Lan said while kneading the skin of his calves.
In fact, Xue Yang was such a nuisance, Song Lan went home earlier today just so he didn't have to look at his face anymore. He was debating on whether he should do home office for the day after, but Xingchen would not approve if he stayed at home and he still had shit ton of files to work through in person.
"You just didn't have the chance to get to know him yet", Xingchen said softly, setting his feet to the ground to get himself another cup of tea.
"I really don't think that would make things better. Also, he flirts with you from the moment he clocks in to the moment he leaves the building. I don't even think he knows that you are taken.."
"Well, I won't say anything if he doesn't ask for it himself; you know my rules. And who knows, maybe I'm so smitten by him that I'll take him home one day."
Song Lan frowned deeply while sinking further into the cushions. He knew when Xingchen had formed a plan in his brain, and this looked like it wouldn't turn out so great for him.
The next day at work, he tried to avoid Xue Yang as much as physically possible, ignoring every single one of his stupid winks and even excusing himself from a meeting with the department in which Xue Yang had a presentation. Maybe he was a bit unprofessional, and he knew that, but the way his arm rested on Xingchen's a bit too long was driving him up the wall.
It wasn't even about jealousy, he never felt jealous or possessive over Xingchen, wouldn't ever dare to, bit Xue Yang just managed to make him completely lose his cool. Almost as if he knew, he sat down next to Xingchen with an unnecessary lack of space between them, thighs almost pressed together while looking him straight in the eyes.
Song Lan stood up then, walking over to Xingchens table before throwing down a stack of files for Xue Yang to take.
"These are due to tomorrow."
Xue Yang looked up at him, grinning ever so slightly. "Thank you, Lao-Song. You're always so observant. I wouldn't know what to do without your guidance."
Song Lan felt his left eye twitch. "No problem. I think you should get back to your own desk then."
"Oh, but Xingchen has been helping me so great. I can't just leave mid-document, can I, Xingchen?"
Song Lan looked over to him, but all he got was a bemused look on his pretty face. Oh, he found this so funny.
"I think you have understood how these work by now, A-Yang. You are safe to go back now. I'm sure you will get through these files in lighting speed."
"If Xingchen says so, I will trust him."
With that, Xue Yang grabbed the pile of papers on the table and made his way back to his own table. As soon as he was out of sight, Song Lan groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"He's doing it on purposes at this point. I don't understand how you can be so supportive of his flirting.."
"I think he's quite lovely. Very thoughtful too. I think he would fit us very well, you just haven't looked at him through my eyes."
Song Lan looked back to the other side of the room where Xue Yang was now working on the files, tongue poking out in concentration. Oh, he had a tongue piercing, Song Lan realised as he watched the shiny metal reflect in the direct sunlight.
"I know, right?", Xingchen said in a sly voice as if he had read his mind.
"No. Xingchen. Not him. Why can't you pick anyone else in this office? That Mo Xuanyu twink for example. Or, I don't know, Nie Huaisang? Anyone, really.."
Song Lan watched as the others face morphed into something darker. He knew that disappointed look by heart.
"Just try and look at him with different eyes. If you're still appalled by the idea of him by then, I won't bring it up again", Xingchen added before Song Lan left with a nod.
Back at his table, he shot a glance over to the little demons workspace across the floor. He shouldn't, really, but he hated seeing Xingchen sad.
With the golden rays of sunlight shining onto Xue Yang's face and the way his tongue wrapped around the tip of his ball point pen whenever he was thinking about what to write down, Song Lan began to realise that he might be completely and utterly fucked.
He tried to erase the images from his mind, he really did, but Xingchen's words unintentionally unlocked a part of his brain that he didn't knew existed. A part that found the idea of Xue Yang on his knees, begging and squirming for mercy so appealing that he couldn't look him in the eyes when he passed him in the hallway the next day.
He started to notice the way Xue Yang would move his hips when he walked across the room, wondering if he exaggerated his moves on purpose. He started to watch him while he stood in front of the printer, his slightly cropped shirt moving up to expose his honey-tanned back.
When Xue Yang retied his hair with the hairband stuck between his lips, tongue piercing glistening with spit, Song Lan almost groaned out loud. Fucking Xingchen and his fucking psychology.
So when the head of department announced a group project for their upcoming product ad, Xingchen, of course, put their names on the list to create a group.
Because apparently Xue Yang had played mobile games when he was supposed to be listening back in uni, he was guided by Xingchen again on Tuesday regarding their upcoming working schedule as a group and their split parts in it and naturally, Song Lan found an excuse to roam around Xingchen's desk, watching them work.
"-ith you", hr heard Xingchen say after after a while and Song Lan realised that he didn't catch a word of the conversation going on, too busy keeping his eyes down and concentrating on his own files.
"Sorry, what?"
For a split second, Xingchen's eyes got that spark he only got when they were about to do a scene. Song Lan swallowed.
"We just talked about getting dinner after work. Do you want to come along?"
Xingchen never went out to eat after work, always having an entire week of meals planned out ahead of time. Song Lan assumed that Xue Yang had asked and Xingchen grabbed the opportunity. Who was he to deny him then. Not when Xue Yang sat there with his high top bun and dangly earrings.
"Yeah. Sure. I'm just finishing up these few files real quick."
If Xue Yang's work persona riled him up already, Xue Yang's out-of-work-personality was able to rip his brain into shreds.
They picked a small place down the road, cozy lanterns and nice paintings decorating the place. Xingchen ordered for the both of them, already noticing Song Lan's focus drift away. When their food came, Xingchen mostly observed, occasionally taking a sip of his own soup.
"So, you guys do this often then?", Xue Yang asked, referring to the dining after work.
"Never. Seems like you're very special", Song Lan said under his breath. He watched Xingchen's eyebrow raise for a moment, but he said nothing. Xue Yang smiled. It reminded Song Lan of a Black Panther.
"Oh? Well, here I was thinking you couldn't stand me.."
"I wonder how that thought occurred to you."
Xingchen put his hand on Xue Yang's arm a moment after, smiling fondly at him.
"I think you two just need a little more bonding time. If we want to make this group work, we all have to learn to rely on each other."
"I think we have different imaginations when it comes to 'bonding time'", Song Lan muttered while he absently poked through his food
"Zichen.."
Xingchen's tone made him wince and he immediately shut his mouth, staring blankly at his plate in silent apology.
"Oh?", Xue Yang mouthed, looking between the two like he just discovered something. Maybe he had. Song Lan wanted to rip that growing grin off his face, along with his perfectly drawn on eyeliner.
"Now", Xingchen stated, spoon between his index and middle finger to point at the three of them. "I thought that perhaps we could all make time on the weekend and spend some time together, brain-storming ideas for the ad. When we are back in the office on monday, we have something to present to the head of department at least."
Song Lan hated how much of a menace Xingchen was being on purpose, even if he knew how much Xue Yang riled him up.
Xue Yang hummed, seeming delighted. Of course.
"Well, where are we meeting then? My place isn't too nice, I wouldn't want you to spend unnecessary time there", he said, looking at Xingchen only, as if to say that, of course, he had no problem with letting Song Lan sit on potential trash piles.
Xingchen only smiled, then held out his phone and put it in front of Xue Yang.
"Save my number. You can come to ours on Saturday, I'll text you the address."
Xue Yang typed in the given number and then stood up, grabbing his leather jacket from the chair in the process.
"Well, gotta get going then. See you tomorrow, Xiao Xingchen. Zichen~"
He cooed his name in a way that made Xingchen snort. Song Lan was entirely unamused, clenching his fist so hard on the table that Xingchen hat to grab his hand and slowly pull it open so he didn't bruise his own palm.
He left the restaurant and Xingchen slid closer, pulling Song Lan's neck so he could reach his ear.
"I'm sure I can make you two work just fine. I know you think about him. I do too", he purred and laughed when Song Lan's ears turned that lovely shade of pink whenever he was too embarrassed to speak.
"Let's get home now. We have things to prepare."
Saturday came faster than Song Lan hoped. He had been dreading this day the entire week, complaining about it more than he actually intended to. On Saturday itself he had been squirmy and restless and as a result of that, Xingchen had even ordered him to sit on his knees facing the wall for some time to help him ground himself. It was good, actually. Being able to not think about anything for a while, focusing on his breathing and stability.
He felt his brain slowly turning into mush, the sound of his surroundings blending into one another until all he could hear was a slow, stead, buzz and he hoped Xingchen had planned this well enough so that Xue Yang wouldn't see him like this.
After a while of letting himself go, he felt a touch on his shoulder, a sweet low voice calling out to him. It took him some time to come back, but Xingchen stayed close, touching his back and hair like he always did.
"Color, Darling?", Xingchen asked when he made sure Song Lan could talk again.
"Green", he said then. Always so green.
He stretched out his arms and legs, falling into Xingchen slightly, wrapping his arms around him. He lightly kept stroking his back and then pressed a kiss to his neck.
"I haven't exactly expected you being so far gone today. I can text Xue Yang and tell him something came up so you can rest."
Song Lan shook his head. Suddenly he felt a rush of energy again. He couldn't cancel on Xue Yang. Not when he lost sleep over the fact that he'd be coming over, imagining them working side by side, so close that their knees would touch perhaps. He kept telling himself it was because he wanted him gone as soon as possible. He couldn't push that meeting back for another week.
"That won't be necessary, I'm fine", he said and Xingchen smiled with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Half an hour later the doorbell rang and Xingchen greeted Xue Yang with a striking smile and freshly brewed tea.
Song Lan stood in front of their cream sofa for a while, eyeing Xue Yang as he was making himself comfortable in his usual spot and Xingchen running around in the kitchen.
"Go ahead and start without me already, I have to quickly empty the dishwasher", he called out from the kitchen before shutting the door so the noises wouldn't come through.
Xue Yang eyed him for a while, then chuckled, flashing his unusually sharp fangs.
"He really wants us to get along, doesn't he?"
"Mh"
"Very well, I can do that. Aren't I always so nice to you? I think you're just a bit sensitive."
"Oh, you know me so well. I don't know why Xingchen likes you so much, but he does. At least try and work with me for his sake."
Xue Yang's eyes seemed to darken, but he nodded wordlessly and leaned back with his arms crossed in front of his body, patiently waiting for Xingchen to return.
"I think we should renew one of the old ads and add something comedical, almost like a parody", Song Lan said, looking through their saved files on the laptop opened in front of them."
Xingchen nodded, writing it into his neatly drawn chart on his sketchpad.
"It's an ad for cereal, take into consideration that it needs to be appealing for both a younger and older audience", he said.
Xue Yang pointed at Xingchen's note of Song Lan's idea with his pencil.
"That has already been done so many times before. I think we should switch things up a little, make something unique. I'm thinking of making multiple versions of the same ad with different settings, different people, all doing the same thing with the same dialogue and editing them all together into one final clip, but in the end they will sort of go into each others frames and exchange their cereal bowls."
Xingchen wrote his vision down and nodded.
"I like that a lot. We could make each clip a different color, I'm thinking of the usual CMYK, and in the end they blend into each other."
Song Lan didn't want to admit that Xue Yang's idea was actually really good and kept quiet while watching the two sort out the details.
"We can also experiment with the hue and saturation of the different clips, make each of them slightly uncanny", Xue Yang added.
"Mh, good. You like to experiment, A-Yang?"
"Wh-what?"
Xue Yang, for the first time today, was seemingly caught off guard, looking between Xingchen and the notepad like he was unsure what to answer.
"Cat got you're tongue?", Song Lan blurted, much to everybody's surprise, including himself.
His eyes went back to those teasing slits and he grinned at him.
"Nah, just thought of something..well, what do you think of my idea, then? It looked like you were a bit sad it didn't spawn from your glorious mind."
"Don't tease him so much, A-Yang, you might regret it later", Xingchen said and lightly patted him on the thigh. His hand lingered there for a moment, intensity of the moment vanishing right after he let go again. Xue Yang swallowing, brows furrowed for a second before taking the notepad from Xingchen's lap.
They kept working like that, actual useful thoughts rotating between mild banter between Xue Yang and Song Lan; Xingchen radiating a warmth he hadn't seen on him in a long time. It calmed himself down, in a way. He loved Xingchen and he loved seeing him happy, but goddammit, why did it have to be Xue Yang of all people?
After a few hours Song Lan felt his concentration slip away, slowly, but surely. Even Xingchen seemed tired by now, glasses so far down his nose they almost fell off and his perfectly neat handwriting starting to get a little wonky.
Xue Yang for once seemed to read the room accurately and stood up from the cream couch to pack his bag.
"I'll be on my way, then. Solid work today. Just let me know when we're gonna meet up again so I can schedule."
Xingchen snapped out of his mid-work-trance and walked Xue Yang to the door, a hand lingering on the small of his back.
"Actually, I was wondering if you were busy tomorrow. I know it's soon, but we're hoping you can come again."
Xue Yang eyed Song Lan through the corner of his eye when Xingchen enunciated "we", but he kept his mouth shut. Only after looking at his phone calender, he gave Xingchen a nod.
"I'll be here by 10."
With that he left their apartment and Song Lan's shoulders visibly sank from the tension he built up subconsciously.
"Well? What do you think?", Xingchen asked him when they were finished cleaning up the living room and got ready for bed.
Song Lan didn't know what to answer, so he kept himself busy with arranging the bedsheets until Xingchen sighed and pressed himself against his back, hands immediately finding his chest.
"Darling, Zichen, I will keep my word, you know that. Tomorrow we will finish up our initial draft and then I will tell him to back off a little, keep his flirting down."
Song Lan tensed and grabbed Xingchens hand from his chest, squeezing once before turning around in his arms so he could look at him.
"I..don't want you to do that."
"Oh? What do you want instead?"
He looked down at Xingchen's lips, thin and pink and smiling.
"I want him. Xingchen, I think I really want him. I don't want to want him", he groaned and Xingchen laughed.
"That's it, thank you for telling me. He is very cute indeed. Maybe we're lucky and he's in a good mood tomorrow so I can ask him."
They got into bed and Song Lan let his head fall onto Xingchen's chest, feeling his fingers cradle through the soft hair; scratch at his undercut.
"Have you considered that he eventually just wants you? You know he can't stand me and it is mutual in a way..."
Xingchen hummed, but didn't seem fazed.
"I'm very sure he wouldn't miss a chance this big", he said and Song Lan could practically hear the grin from that stupid joke.
"Fine, okay. I'll leave it to you", he sighed and Xingchen pressed a kiss to his temple, sending him off to sleep.
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"I brought cinnamon buns", Xue Yang exclaimed, holding up a plastic bag in demonstration.
"Oh, and also coffee."
Song Lan just blinked at him, unable to react to his sudden act of kindness and so he just stood there in the doorway, until eventually Xingchen shoved himself through his arms and let Xue Yang in.
"I just assumed you like cinnamon. I mean, everybody likes cinnamon. And buns. Well, if you don't, I will just eat them."
Xingchen eyes crinkled up fondly and he shook his head.
"No, that's lovely, A-Yang. Thank you."
Song Lan felt his chest tighten so suddenly when he saw Xingchen and Xue Yang arrange plates with the baked goods and the coffee and he had to shake himself out of that domestic fantasy.
They got into the work flow fairly quickly with the caffeine kicking in and before they realised, they were done creating the presentation and had an initial draft for the idea they wanted to pursue.
Xue Yang fell back into the couch cushion with a yawn after he saved the PowerPoint and watched as Song Lan stretched to get the tension out of his arms and neck.
Xingchen seemed content, curled up on the sofa with observing eyes as he looked between Xue Yang and Song Lan.
"A-Yang, did you say you have any plans for tonight?", he suddenly asked, making Xue Yang raise an eyebrow in question.
"Uh, no plans. Is there something still left to do?"
"Not particularly, no. I thought we can have a little chat instead."
Song Lan almost laughed as he saw the mild horror crossing Xue Yang's face. He managed to compose himself quickly and nodded when Xingchen looked at his face for a final approval.
"Did you, uh, did you wanna talk about something specific then?"
Xingchen shuffled closer until he could easily reach out and touch Xue Yang if he wanted to. He eyed him, carefully, before smiling sweetly again.
"You like me, right?", he said.
"Wha- sure, I like you, you're a great leader for the team. You've helped me get good at this stuff in the first place so yeah-"
"That's sweet of you, A-Yang, but that's not what I meant."
Xue Yang looked between Xingchen and Song Lan, searching for a possible answer to come up with.
"No, of course not."
"So? Do you think about me? Do you like me?"
Song Lan thought that Xue Yang reminded him of himself, many many years back when Xingchen did a similar thing to him to get him to confess. It was absolutely cruel and seeing Xue Yang be the victim this time almost made him chuckle.
"It's hard not to when you're looking like this all the fucking time", Xue Yang exhaled, choosing to not beat around the bush. He pointed at Xingchen's whole demeanour with his chin and really, who was he to blame. Song Lan strangely sympathised with him.
"How very sweet. What's stopping you then, why didn't you make a move?"
Xue Yang blinked.
"Like I had a fucking chance. If you haven't noticed already, you have a giant handsome guard dog following you around all the time and I really would like to live for a couple more years."
"You think Zichen's handsome?"
Now that seemed to catch him off guard and he just gaped at him.
"Well- of course he is, look at him."
Song Lan felt his heart beat loudly in his chest, not entirely sure where the adrenaline was coming from all of the sudden. Xue Yang found him attractive, at the very least.
"Are we done then? I really should get going. And sorry if I, like, made things awkward between you. After the groupwork I'll be out of your faces", he suddenly said, moving to get up but failing when Xingchen pulled him down again.
"Sweetheart, don't jump to conclusions so quickly. We don't want you gone, you know. I was going to ask if you'd want to stay the night"
"I- what?"
"You can say no, that's fine. But I figured you'd maybe want to spend some more time with Zichen and I."
Xue Yang didn't seem to entirely grasp the situation, looking at Song Lan's face for help, but he tried his best to not look back at him, afraid he would just combust right here on the spot.
"Sorry if I'm not getting it, but like, are you asking to fuck right now?", he said, getting Xingchen to grin.
"Well, do you want to?"
"Wha- what about Song Lan? He can't stand me either.."
"You have to ask him that yourself, sweetheart."
Xue Yang looked at Song Lan again, swallowing as he noticed that his entire aura had seemed to change. Song Lan tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, almost like an invitation.
"It's either now or never. We won't ask again."
"Fuck, yeah, okay. I'll stay. Fuck."
"Keep those words for later, sweetheart. I'll go take a shower really quick, Zichen will show you the way to the bedroom. Also, Darling, you know what to do."
The last words were directed at Song Lan and he nodded before Xingchen headed upstairs for the shower. Xue Yang shakily exhaled and looked at Song Lan for, well, anything.
"This isn't a shitty prank or something, is it? Look, I know I haven't been exactly subtle, but if I genuinely angered you I'm sorry. I didn't even know you two were a thing before that dinner back then."
Song Lan almost found him cute, all worked up and panicked. Almost.
"Xingchen isn't one to joke about stuff like this. He likes you and you like him back, easy as that. But as you said, he unfortunately only comes with his guard dog. Now get up and follow me."
Song Lan directed him to the bedroom and turned on the lamp on the bedside drawer, making the room shine in a dim but warm light. Xue Yang seemed a bit lost, but didn't look out of place. His monochrome all-black fit strangely complimented the beige sheets and Song Lan wanted to shove im onto the bed. He couldn't. At least not without Xingchen here.
"One thing I'm telling you for your own sake: listen to Xingchen. I don't care if you listen to me or purposely do the exact opposite of what I'm telling you, but don't do that with him. It will be over as soon as it started."
"Right, got that..but there's something I'm curious about."
Xue Yang stepped closer to Song Lan who didn't have room to dodge as he was hitting the wall behind him.
"You never would have agreed to this if there wasn't a tiny part in you that also found me hot", he said, his usual cockiness back. Song Lan almost missed it.
He swallowed, trying to keep his face neutral.
"What if I found you hot, then? Would that change anything?"
"Can I kiss you?"
That bold request was so sudden, Song Lan didn't know how ro react other than grab Xue Yang's waist and shove their faces together.
Xue Yang moaned instantly, high and breathy and Song Lan sighed lowly from that sound alone.
It was strange kissing a mouth that wasn't Xingchen's, but he felt dizzy with the control that gave him in the moment. Xue Yangs lips were thicker than Xingchen's, a bit chapped, but so, so hot.
Xue Yang kissed him eagerly and fast and Song Lan almost overheared the door being shut when Xingchen entered the bedroom.
He made a happy noise upon seeing the two pressed together and wrapped himself around Xue Yang's middle, licking up his neck in an instant.
"Oh, fuck", Xue Yang moaned as he let go of Song Lan's mouth, already seemingly overwhelmed with two people around him.
"Couldn't wait, so you started without me, hm?"
"I'm sorry", Song Lan said, breathy.
"It's all right, Darling, I gave you permission, remember? But A-Yang, turn around and let me kiss you too. Been thinking about it all week."
"Ah- you have?", he said as he turned around, next attempted words muffled by Xingchen attacking his lips in an instant. Song Lan was so incredibly hard, dick straining against his slacks while he started grinding against Xue Yang.
He let go of Xingchens lips to moan against his neck, his hands reaching for Song Lan behind him. Xingchen chuckled and took ahold of his hands, pinning them together on the front.
"Hands where I can see them, sweetheart", he said and Xue Yang whined in response.
Xingchen shoved him onto the bed and climbed up so he could comfortably sit on Xue Yang's middle, straddling him. He reached out his arm and signaled Song Lan to come over with his index finger.
"Now is your last chance to back out, sweetheart, no consequences", he said directed at Xue Yang, who was looking up at him with shining eyes. He was blinking a few times too much as if he had to rewire his brain to form a coherent sentence again.
"Now you gotta finish what you started", he finally answered before his head fell back onto the sheets.
"I always finish my projects, you should know that by now. Just tell us if you're uncomfortable. I'll be easy today."
He nodded right as Xingchen stood up and removed Xue Yang's black shirt, throwing it onto the ground.
"You wanna suck off Zichen?", he asked.
"Yes. Can I, please?"
Song Lan groaned. Xingchen smiled.
"Go ahead, then. Since you've asked so nicely. "
Xue Yang turned around and crawled up to where Song Lan was sitting. They looked at each other for a couple of moments before Song Lan went to grab his pants to pull them down. The look on Xue Yang's face as his cock sprung out or the fabric gave him a terrible boost of confidence, so much that he grabbed Xue Yangs head from behind to push it down carefully.
"You can be- uh, I don't mind you being a litte rough, it's..I like that", Xue Yang murmured as he looked up at Song Lan, who had to control himself or he would spill all over his face in sheer seconds. He knew that this sentence would probably be stored in the back of Xingchen's mind and be kept there forever, used to Xue Yang's (dis)advantage whenever he was feeling like it.
"You heard him, Darling. Go ahead", Xingchen said from behind.
Xue Yang wasted no time in coating his dick in saliva, obscene noises filling the room as he worked on getting him wet. Song Lan let his head fall back until he saw the ceiling while he focused on not coming so embarrassingly quickly. Xue Yang was good at this, and he probably knew that.
He circled the head with his tongue before going down to capture as much as he could, Song Lan feeling a little smug when he made him gag as his head hit the back of Xue Yang's throat. Even if Xue Yang was a god at giving head, Song Lan was still bigger than average. The younger had to wrap his hand around the base, cover everything he couldn't swallow, but Song Lan didn't mind in the slightest, brain too foggy to differentiate anyways.
"Sweetheart, can he fuck your mouth?", Xingchen asked after having watched them engage for a little while and Xue Yang whined.
"I need a verbal answer, A-Yang"
Xue Yang let go of Song Lan's cock to answer with a stern 'yes' before going back down, hollowing his cheeks and hum around the shaft, soft vibrations going straight into Song Lan's legs and further down.
He steadied himself on his lower arms and gathered his strengh to move his hips up and get them to move, fucking up into the hollow if Xue Yangs cheeks, blissfully warm and wet.
When he opened his eyes, Xingchen was hovering over him, his silky hair almost falling into his face from above. He reached down to kiss him, deep and greedy and oh so demanding.
Kissing Xue Yang was nice, very much so, but kissing Xingchen would always be pure bliss. Song Lan felt himself go pliant against him but had to remind himself that it wasn't their time right now, not with Xue Yang still very present, taking his cock like it was not hitting his throat with every move of his hips.
When Xingchen let to again, Song Lan made a noise of complaint. Xingchen pressed a finger to his lips and shook his head. Song Lan sighed and then Xingchen moved Xue Yang off his cock and directly onto Song Lan's chest.
"You did so well, sweetheart. Do you want to ride Zichen? Or do you want me to fuck you?", Xingchen asked with a hand already on Xue Yang's body, lingering, but not quite touching.
Xue Yang gasped for air and looked between Song Lan's flushed face and Xingchen's smiling one. His cheeks were also painted in a lovely shade of red and his eyes were glassy.
"Fuck. I- really, I don't care, just- please. I need something in me really fast."
"How cute. You can be glad I will let that slide for today. Next time note that begging really won't get you far. Kiss Zichen again, will you?"
Xue Yang nodded and moved further up Song Lan's front to chase his lips once more. It was more tongue than anything, but Song Lan hummed lowly against him as he went to grab the back of his neck.
In the back of his mind, Song Lan was clinging onto the words 'next time', meaning that whatever the fuck they were doing was happening at least once more. That thought made him bite into Xue Yang's neck with force, the other whining high into his ear. That would surely leave a mark, and Song Lan grinned into himself as he imagined Xue Yang standing in front of the bathroom mirror, trying desperately to cover up the bitemark with a cheap foundation and a scarf. Definetely what he deserved.
Im the meantime, Xingchen went to grab a condom out of the packet inside their drawer and ripped it open with his elegant fingers and then he was back on Xue Yang again, stroking up the small of his back and going back down, taking his loose bottoms with him.
"So pretty, sweetheart. Gonna hold still for me, will you?", he said then, grabbing the back of Xue Yang's thighs and holding them firmly to stop them from trembling.
Song Lan couldn't see what exactly Xingchen was doing, but whatever it was seemed to be good, because Xue Yang breathed hard and hot against his skin, burying his face into the soft fabric of Song Lan's shirt.
He heard the familiar 'click' of the lube being popped open and let himself be drowned in the heat of Xue Yang and the tiny gasps coming from his mouth as he was split open.
When Xingchen was ready to properly fuck him, Song Lan grabbed ahold of Xue Yang's shoulders and moved him up so he could see his face again. His cheeks were still red and damp and his neck now showed the traces of his recent bitemarks, not quite purple yet but definitely bruising.
Xingchen must have entered him without warning, because Xue Yang bit into Song Lan's shirt with a strained groan while his whole body was rocking forward.
His own dick was trapped under Xue Yang's abdomen and every thrust of Xingchen made Xue Yang grind against him. It was torturing, and he tried his best to keep his brain occupied so he wouldn't come. Focusing on Xue Yang's little noises kept him busy and he leaned down to close his lips around his throat, trying to pull at the given skin with his body moving fastly on his own.
Xingchen kept stroking over his lower back, his thighs, his calves, wherever he could reach showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon, keeping that merciless pace with a grin on his pretty face.
"Don't neglect poor Zichen, Sweetheart. Make him come for me", he said after a minute or so and Song Lan wanted to kiss him so badly.
Xue Yang was barely able to hold himself up the way Xingchen slammed into him, but he managed to get his mouth back on his cock and it did take embarrassingly few bobs of his head to make Song Lan come harder than he had come in the last few months, getting most of it right into his mouth and face.
He wanted to reach for the tissues on the drawer next to him, but Xue Yang suddenly grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down against him, shoving his tongue inside Song Lan's mouth, smearing his own cum across his lips and tongue. That fucking bastard.
Now with that initial relief, Song Lan's brain slowly came back online and he could finally concentrate on watching Xingchen fuck Xue Yang like he had secrely imagined for a while now, making him squirm and whine in sounds that he didn't know were able to come out of his body.
He could help but let his thumb wander down his cheek, smearing his come onto his lips, almost pressing his thumb in. He held back because Xingchen was coming and Xue Yang followed shortly after, making a mess of the sheets and Song Lan's damp Shirt. There was silence after, only the sounds of ragged breaths and blissful groans filling the sticky air with something.
Xue Yang was still panting when Xingchen carefully removed himself and turned him around so he could roughly wipe him off with the tissues.
It took him a couple of minutes to be able to get up into a sitting position, lazily looking between Xingchen and Song Lan. His expression was unreadable, dark bangs sticking to his flushed forehead while his hands were pulling at the flesh on his own thighs.
"Mhh, I should probably get going soon. When I'm able to get up again. if I'm able to get up again. That was- fuck, I don't think I can talk properly yet."
Xingchen's eyes got that disappointed for a split second, but then he smiled softly at him, letting a hand wander through his locks.
"Sweetheart, when I said we want you to stay the night, we also meant that literally. Sleep here, have a rest. You can also take a shower and borrow one of Zichen's sweats if you want."
Xue Yang seemed to hesitate, a dark shadow on his face as he watched Song Lan lean back against the headrest with a steady eye on him.
"We have work tomorrow, though. I can't just interrupt your morning routine like that"
"You can help make breakfast if you want to be useful. Other than that, rest assured."
He finally seemed to give up and let his body sink into the bedsheets once more.
"Okay then", he mumbled, lids closed and laying limp like he'd run a marathon. "Just gonna recover from this real quick..gonna take a shower then.."
Xue Yang was out like a light thirty seconds later.
Xingchen laughed softly at his resting face and finally locked eyes with Song Lan after what had felt like eternity.
"So? Talk to me, Darling. What's on your mind?"
Song Lan sighed and leaned reached out a hand to interlock their fingers from across the bed. He looked down at Xue Yang's sleeping face, his eyelashes that were throwing a long shadow onto his cheeks.
"You said there would be a next time?", he decided on saying after debating what his first initial reaction would be exactly.
"You don't want there to be?"
"I didn't say that."
"You're fond of him."
Song Lan frowned.
"Am I now?"
Xingchen stood up from the bed and gave him a brief kiss.
"Incredibly so. I know your face when you like someone, or at the very least appreciate it. It's perfect on A-Yang."
"Mhh."
With that being said, Xingchen finally dropped the topic and brought wet wipes with him when he came back to the bedroom, cleaning up both Song Lan and Xue Yang properly this time.
He settled next to Xue Yang when he was done, brushing back the damp hair on his face. Song Lan crawled over to spoon him from behind and let himself be overpowered by the urge to sleep.