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Jiang Cheng tugs on the ribbon holding Lan Wangji’s wrists together and behind his back. ‘Comfortable?’

Lan Wangji looks at him, and nods. His long hair is spilling over his shoulders, and Jiang Cheng decides that as much as he loves to play with it, it’s going to in the way.

Taking one of his own ribbons from the bedside drawer, Jiang Cheng ties Lan Wangji’s hair into a low, loose ponytail, all the while as Lan Wangji looks at him with soft eyes.

He doesn’t know what he’s done to earn that trust, but by gods is he going to make sure he doesn’t take advantage of it.

‘Alright,’ he says softly, and leans forward to kiss Lan Wangji’s lips, and then his nose, his cheeks, his forehead—and as he brushes over Lan Wangji’s lips once more, he feels a faint smile curving up the other’s lips.

Lan Wangji hums as he kisses him, slowly, pecking here and here, but after a few minutes Jiang Cheng starts going deeper, hands rested on Lan Wangji’s hips as he presses forward and kisses him, hungrier, rougher, hands tightening their grip as Lan Wangji sighs into his mouth.

It’s good. It’s calm, relaxing, the way Lan Wangji goes soft and pliant in his hands, surrendering control over to him; it makes Jiang Cheng feel powerful. And he’s vowed to never abuse that power.

Jiang Cheng keeps kissing him, but his hands are wandering, pinching Lan Wangji’s sides softly and pressing his fingers into the skin at the base of Lan Wangji’s back. He grabs Lan Wangji’s ass too, kneading it with his hands and drinking in every little moan that comes out of Lan Wangji’s mouth.

This is the most vocal he gets—at first, both him and Wei Wuxian had been confused; a person was louder the more they enjoyed themselves, right? But Lan Wangji had told them that he more often than not loses himself in the pleasure and doesn’t make any sounds because of it. They’d taken some time to truly understand and know each other, and now, Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian can both recognize the signs of Lan Wangji being aroused, or when he’s close to coming—they’ve taken a long time to know each other.

It’s all worth it in the end, though, because they’re finally happy. That’s all that matters.

Jiang Cheng moves away, and presses kisses down the line of Lan Wangji’s throat, presses his teeth into the curve of the junction where Lan Wangji’s neck meets his shoulder, and is rewarded with a shudder and a quiet gasp.

‘Good boy,’ Jiang Cheng murmurs against his skin, and Lan Wangji trembles minutely.

Pleased, Jiang Cheng continues on in that vein for a while, kissing and kneading and groping him until Lan Wangji is properly relaxed, sagging back against the wall and eyelids fluttering open and shut from time to time.

He looks pretty, like this. Well—not that Lan Wangji ever looks ugly, but there’s a certain charm in seeing the Second Jade of Lan open and vulnerable in front of him like this, fully willing and trusting of the both of them.

Jiang Cheng never thought he’d have something like this.

But he’s here, now, and he bites a mark into the pale flesh of Lan Wangji’s chest, licking and soothing over the mark as his mouth wanders, kissing every little spot of Lan Wangji that makes him shudder and roll his body against Jiang Cheng’s.

They haven’t even done much, and yet, both of them are almost fully hard. Such is the power they hold over each other, it seems.

‘Alright,’ Jiang Cheng says, as he moves up to kiss Lan Wangji—‘I’m gonna get the oil now, okay?’

When Lan Wangji nods, Jiang Cheng hops out of bed and rummages around in the drawer for the vial of oil they use. When he pulls it out, he frowns. They’ve perhaps used too much. It’s not going to last for more than a day.

Moving back up onto the bed, Jiang Cheng kisses him, slow and dirty and deep—just the way Lan Wangji likes it, just the way that leaves him gasping and shuddering against Jiang Cheng’s mouth.

‘Pretty,’ Jiang Cheng whispers, and is rewarded with a roll of his hips. He stills the other with a hand on his hip, and Lan Wangji stops moving immediately. ‘Good boy.’

Lan Wangji whines quietly.

Kissing Lan Wangji again, he uncorks the vial and lets the oil dribble out onto his fingers, rubbing them together to spread and warm them up.

‘Alright, I’m gonna finger you now,’ Jiang Cheng says softly, and presses a finger to the tip of his hold right after Lan Wangji nods a yes.

It makes the other’s body clench up and his breath hitch, and Jiang Cheng smiles in victory as he keeps rubbing until he feels Lan Wangji’s tight hole unfurl and give way to his finger.

‘Good,’ Jiang Cheng murmurs, ‘You’re doing so well for me, A-Zhan, keep it up.’

Lan Wangji whines out a quiet agreement, and then his hole twitches, like it’s impatient for him to already shove is fingers in. Jiang Cheng chuckles as he presses it in, slowly loosening up by thrusting in and out a little bit, and when he thinks Lan Wangji is loose enough, he presses in another finger.

This time, Lan Wangji shakes as Jiang Cheng’s fingers tap on his prostate, exhaling a shaky gasp as he takes time to make sure Lan Wangji isn’t hurt or in pain. Between the three of them, Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian are the ones who like pain mixed in with pleasure.

‘Good boy, you’re doing amazing for me, baobei,’ Jiang Cheng whispers, and is rewarded by a clench down onto his fingers.

He moves closer, haphazardly clinging over Lan Wangji’s spread legs to finger him more easily, so that he can kiss Lan Wangji to distract him from being stretched open.

He goes on like this for a time, taking his time in stretching Lan Wangji out and making sure that nothing’s hurting, until—

‘A-Cheng, Lan Zhan, I’m back!’

Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes as he hears Wei Wuxian enter his chambers, door clicking close and hears the sound of fabric being thrown onto the ground.

‘Already starting the party without me?’ Wei Wuxian says, and by the end, he’s sidling up to wrap his arms around Jiang Cheng’s middle from behind, nuzzling his face into the crook of Jiang Cheng’s neck. ‘I’m hurt.’

‘Good,’ Jiang Cheng says flatly, and retracts his fingers from where they are inside Lan Wangji. ‘You wanna take over?’

‘Hm, nah, it’s fine.’

Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes and continues stretching Lan Wangji out gently, pressing into his prostate every now and then to keep him on his toes.

He watches as Wei Wuxian slides in behind Lan Wangji, placing his back against the wall, hugging Lan Wangji from behind—and they make quite a right. Wei Wuxian with his smirk that’s unfairly hot and Lan Wangji leaning aback against him with his legs spread out for Jiang Cheng’s fingers.

‘That’s a good boy,’ Wei Wuxian coos, nipping Lan Wangji’s ears, hands coming around to tweak his nipples—that sends him arching off Wei Wuxian, gasping around a silent scream as Wei Wuxian pinches him, hips desperately trying to buck up into the air despite Jiang Cheng’s warning press on them.

Lan Wangji’s lips stretch around a moan as he tries to ride Jiang Cheng’s fingers—and he’s close, Jiang Cheng knows, because his cock is an angry red as it leaks precome over himself—and the sight is good.

‘Nope,’ Wei Wuxian says, teases, breath ghosting over the shell of his ear, ‘You don’t get to come yet, baobei.’

Lan Wangji whines as Jiang Cheng replaces his fingers, and then adds another, making sure to carefully stretch him out before—

Lan Wangji’s entire body jerks, arching off Wei Wuxian’s body as Jiang Cheng jams his fingers into his prostrate—and he must’ve been closer to the edge than either of them realized, because then Lan Wangji is coming, shooting out spurts of come from his cock that hits Jiang Cheng in the stomach, and the last drops drip down his own cock.

Mewling softly, Lan Wangji turns his head to the side, where Wei Wuxian obliges him with a kiss, and then he’s turning back to Jiang Cheng, bleary eyes opening to look at him as Jiang Cheng rubs Lan Wangji’s hip.

‘Oh,’ Jiang Cheng says, ‘A-Zhan. We are not done.’

And that has him letting out a whimper, hips bucking as Jiang Cheng shoves his fingers inside him again, sending him careening into overstimulation as he writhes in place, only held back by Wei Wuxian gripping his arms and chest.

His eyes are glassy when they look at Jiang Cheng, pleading, but he doesn’t give him any reprieve, jamming his fingers into the same spot over and over as Wei Wuxian talks so filthy into Lan Wangji’s ear that it would make anyone blush—‘You wanted to come, didn’t you?’ Jiang Cheng asks, pressing his fingers into his prostate, ‘Then come, why don’t you? I’m helping you come, don’t you think you should be grateful?’

And he gets to watch as Lan Wangji strains against Wei Wuxian, buckling his hips helplessly off the bed in an attempt to avoid the over stimulation, but he can see the way his cock is stiffening up again, getting hard even as Jiang Cheng takes his fingers out and caresses the side of his face before drawing him into a kiss.

And Lan Wangji presses back, desperately, arms flexing, body twitching in Wei Wuxian’s hold.

‘Aw,’ Wei Wuxian says, ‘look at you two. So pretty. My pretty little boys, hm?’

Jiang Cheng stifles a groan into Lan Wangji’s neck, and when it isn’t enough, leans over Lan Wangji’s shoulder to kiss Wei Wuxian, to which the other eagerly complies with, tongue delving into Jiang Cheng’s mouth the first chance he gets.

He eventually pulls away though, and he has to gasp at how much it actually affected him. Lan Wangji is looking at him with half-lidded eyes, and Jiang Cheng knows what that means, especially when Lan Wangji looks down at his cock.

‘Patience, A-Zhan,’ Wei Wuxian murmurs, ‘Jiang Cheng’s gonna have to finger you more if you want both of us inside you.’

Jiang Cheng looks up sharply, because they haven’t talked about this, but Lan Wangji doesn’t seem averse to the idea. In fact, judging from the way he trembles in place, Jiang Cheng would bet that this is something he’s been looking forward to for a while.

‘Okay,’ Jiang Cheng says, and his voice is shaking—‘Fuck, okay—okay, hold on, I need more oil.’

Wei Wuxian lets him do as he wants, watching as Jiang Cheng fumbles with the vial, but soon enough he’s slipping four fingers into Lan Wangji, who makes a low keening noise as Jiang Cheng goes into him deeper than he’s ever been with his fingers before. He’s buried in Lan Wangji’s hole as far as half of his hand, and by gods that is unbearably hot.

It isn’t much longer before they can’t take it either, and Jiang Cheng is helping Lan Wangji slide down onto Wei Wuxian’s cock, watching as Lan Wangji’s face contorts into one of pleasure, mouth half-hanging open as he sinks down on Wei Wuxian’s length.

‘Wei Ying,’ Lan Wangji says, voice breathy, and he shudders as Wei Wuxian rolls his hips up into him, and Jiang Cheng’s mouth waters at the sight of them fucking, at where he can see Lan Wangji obscenely stretching around him.

He doesn’t know how wrecked Lan Wangji will look after he has Jiang Cheng in him too.

‘Come on, Jiang Cheng,’ Wei Wuxian invites, and his hand goes down to slip a finger into Lan Wangji’s hole alongside his cock—and he stretches Lan Wangji open, ‘His hole’s waiting for you too, A-Cheng. Won’t you give our pretty boy what he needs?’

‘Fuck,’ Jiang Cheng breathes out—and he thinks he must back out for a moment, because one second he’s in front of Lan Wangji, and in the next he’s pushing into Lan Wangji’s tight wet heat as the other clenches around their cocks, coaxed open time and time again by Wei Wuxian whispering soothing noises into his ear.

‘Fuck, A-Zhan,’ Jiang Cheng gasps out, ‘Fuck, you feel so good.’

Wei Wuxian is breathing heavily too, punched out gasps as he rolls his hips, and fuck the friction feels fucking amazing, so fucking good, Jiang Cheng wants to stay like this forever—

But he isn’t going to last long, with the way things are going. He knows that he’s close to coming, even though they aren’t properly fucking into Lan Wangji, only rolling their hips up occasionally and grinding against each other.

And then—and then Wei Wuxian actually lifts Lan Wangji and drops him onto their cocks, and Jiang Cheng groans at the heavenly feeling of pleasure that washes over him.

Somehow—somehow, after that, Jiang Cheng’s feet find purchase on the mattress, and he fucks his hips up into Lan Wangji.

And then it’s a blur of pleasure, of Jiang Cheng desperately chasing his own release as he fucks into Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian following in his stead so that Lan Wangji isn’t left a second without being fucked into—and pretty soon he’s coming, spilling inside Lan Wangji’s heat.

He pulls out, breathing heavily.

And watches as his own come drips out obscenely from Lan Wangji’s hole, fucked out by Wei Wuxian, who’s thrusting with a feral growl on his lips, an expression that shouldn’t turn Jiang Cheng on as much as it does.

In another minute, Wei Wuxian is coming, snapping his hips up one final time into Lan Wangji’s heat and burying himself inside before coming and painting Lan Wangji’s insides with his come.

That’s the catalyst for Lan Wangji to come too, again, completely untouched, mouth wide in a silent scream before he goes boneless in Wei Wuxian’s arms and starts panting.

And then—for a while, all three of them collapse onto the bed, recollecting themselves from the session, breathing heavily, and then Wei Wuxian moves Lan Wangji off his cock, lies him down onto the bed so that Jiang Cheng can sit between Lan Wangji’s legs and open him up.

‘What—‘

‘Shh,’ Jiang Cheng reassures—‘We have to clean you up, yeah? Relax, baobei.’

Wei Wuxian helpfully hands him a pillow, which Jiang Cheng places under Lan Wangji’s hips, and then he’s diving down, licking the rim of Lan Wangji’s hold, licking off the come that’s dribbling down from his hole.

When the outside is as clean as he can get it, Jiang Cheng moves his tongue, curling it lightly so that it’s a scooping motion, so that he can get the come out of Lan Wangji.

And on his tongue, Lan Wangji is mewling, now-free hands coming to grasp at Jiang Cheng’s hair as he eats him out, sucking the come out of him with a dirty sound that makes Jiang Cheng blush even to this day.

While using his tongue, Jiang Cheng slides a finger in to help with the cleaning, and then there’s a moment where Lan Wangji clenches down, and then his whole body is jerking again, like he’s come—but nothing comes out of his cock.

‘Oh, baobei,’ Wei Wuxian coos, ‘You came dry for us, hm? What a good boy you are.’

Jiang Cheng takes a deep breath and ignores the way his cock is very valiantly trying to get hard again.

In a while, he’s finished, and Wei Wuxian draws him into a kiss, tasting themselves on each other’s tongues, and they only separate when Lan Wangji bats tiredly at them and holds out his arms for cuddles.

Jiang Cheng grins. He’d never known that Lan Wangji could be so cute.

While Wei Wuxian goes in search of a towel to clean them up, Jiang Cheng kisses Lan Wangji’s forehead, cheeks, nose, the corner of his mouth, mumbling little praises and petting Lan Wangji’s hair the way he likes it to be after they have sex. It’s strangely domestic.

Jiang Cheng loves it.

‘I’m back!’ Wei Wuxian announces, waving a wet cloth around.

Jiang Cheng shushes him. Lan Wangji is already on the verge of falling asleep—they don’t want to wake him up.

They look at Lan Wangji, and then at each other, and burst out into big smiles.

They’re all so fucking whipped for each other.

And Jiang Cheng wouldn’t have it any other way.