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“And you’re telling me that CEO Jiang asked for this?” Wen Ruohan asked, looking up from his newspaper with a raised eyebrow.
Lan Qiren took a sip of tea. “Yes.”
Slowly, Wen Ruohan lowered his newspaper. He knew Lan Qiren quite well, and he was confused to see the telltale reddening of the ears. Wen Ruohan could not say that he felt the same way at all. “Did his wife put him up to this?”
The sound of Lan Qiren’s teacup hitting the saucer wasn’t loud, but for Lan Qiren it was the equivalent of slamming it down on the table. He tugged at his goatee in distress. “No! Have you not heard the news yet? Don’t you have your little ears everywhere?”
Wen Ruohan frowned. “News?” He looked down at his newspaper. “I’m not sure what you mean?”
There was an exasperated huff. “Jiang Fengmian has been ousted by the board. He made one unwise investment too many. His son, Jiang Wanyin, is the new CEO.”
“Oh. Ohhhh…” Wen Ruohan said as understanding dawned. A lazy grin spread over his face. “I see. You knew him as a student, didn’t you?”
Lan Qiren sniffed and picked up his teacup, ears redder than ever. “He came to my guest lectures, yes.”
Delighted, Wen Ruohan sat forward to prop his chin on one hand. “My, my, Qiren, I never expected you to have such inappropriate thoughts.” Lan Qiren gave him a withering look and Wen Ruohan chuckled. “Well, about a student, at least.”
“He’s not my student any longer,” Lan Qiren said. “Not for a few years now.”
“Ah, but he’d remember your guidance, I’m sure,” Wen Ruohan purred. “I’m sure he’ll be eager to… soak up our wisdom.”
Lan Qiren cleared his throat. “That was my impression, yes. So. Your place or mine?”
Wen Ruohan hummed in thought. “Do you think he’d be bold enough to come to mine? I have more equipment, after all.”
Lan Qiren stroked his beard, then gave it a small tug. “Best not to push too hard. We don’t want to spook him. My place.”
“Wonderful,” Wen Ruohan said. He folded up his newspaper, now too thoroughly distracted to read. He raised a hand to summon one of the café staff to bring him another coffee. “I look forward to it.”
Jiang Cheng stared at himself in the mirror. He hated business casual. Suits were a clothing language that made sense to him, a level of formality that provided armor. Casual clothing was whatever you wanted it to be. But the dreaded business casual lived in some sort of nebulous zone between the two, where he felt like the main challenge was not to end up looking like a waiter.
When he’d requested a dinner to start networking with CEO Lan and CEO Wen he hadn’t expected to be invited to CEO Lan’s personal residence. A private dinner was a private dinner, he supposed, but he’d thought it would have been at some upscale restaurant.
Perhaps it was his own fault for not making a formal invitation himself. His father hadn’t done nothing to prepare him for the CEO role, but he hadn’t exactly been a shining example. He knew CEO Lan from when he’d guest lectured at Jiang Cheng’s university, and Jiang Cheng had felt like he’d learned so much from the older man. And CEO Wen’s company was easily the largest and most successful in the city. Jiang Cheng had agonized over the email requesting a meeting with CEO Lan. He knew there was some kind of friendship between CEO Lan and CEO Wen, and he’d mentioned CEO Wen in hopes of getting a networking foot in the door. After all, it wasn’t like his father had bothered to introduce him to any of these big company heads.
And sure, his mother was best friends with CEO Jin’s wife, but ugh. Jiang Cheng wouldn’t go near that smarmy asshole if he could possibly help it.
Besides, he wanted to be successful on his own. He wanted to prove he could do it. He had solid grades from school and he’d been working diligently enough for the board to approve his appointment — that had to count for something, right?
If only he didn’t look like a fucking waiter!
With a scoff of disgust he pulled off the tie. It was too much. Maybe a waistcoat with no jacket? Would that look too waitery? CEO Lan hadn’t actually specified a dress code. Maybe he should just text and ask. Was that weird?
In the end Jiang Cheng decided that nice jeans and a button-down shirt was good enough. The jeans were black so they still looked dressy, and they contrasted nicely with his lavender shirt. Surely it was a good enough compromise.
And he couldn’t agonize forever. It would be awful to be late.
Lan Qiren’s home was a modest mansion. It sounded contradictory, but it was the only way Jiang Cheng could think of to describe it when he pulled up in front of it. It wasn’t a huge, sprawling home with three garages, but wasn’t small either. It had the classic architectural quality of real materials and carefully tended flower bushes lining the walk to the door. No foam-injected columns here, that was for sure.
Jiang Cheng took a deep, fortifying breath as he got out of his car. He adjusted the bag containing his laptop and notebook over his shoulder and picked up the tin of tea he’d brought as a gift. This was ultimately the same as any other business dinner.
He squared his shoulders and walked up to the door, dress shoes crunching on the gravel. The bell was a gentle chiming tone that made Jiang Cheng’s shoulders relax a bit. It was clear that Lan Qiren cultivated serenity in his home. Perhaps that was why he’d invited Jiang Cheng here, to put him more at ease. There was also the added bonus of privacy. Jiang Cheng found himself relaxing a fraction further as that occurred to him.
The door opened and there was Lan Qiren, wearing soft-looking blue trousers and a white shirt unbuttoned at the throat. Jiang Cheng had never seen him dressed so casually. Heat flooded into his cheeks as he felt simultaneously over- and under-dressed.
“Jiang Wanyin. Ah, CEO Jiang,” Lan Qiren said. “Welcome, you’re right on time.”
Jiang Cheng ducked his head in greeting. “CEO Lan. Thank you for inviting me to your home.” He held up the tin of tea. “I didn’t know if it was appropriate for a business dinner, but I didn’t want to show up empty handed.”
Lan Qiren blinked, and Jiang Cheng got the strange impression that he was recalibrating somehow. Lan Qiren’s posture became just a bit stiffer and more formal as he accepted the tin. “Very thoughtful of you. Thank you. Please, come on in. I’ll let Ruo— ah, CEO Wen know you’ve arrived.”
Oddly, Lan Qiren turned and left Jiang Cheng to take care of his shoes and close the front door. Jiang Cheng frowned. Did he do something wrong? Maybe tea wasn’t a typical gift to bring? Generally a bottle of wine would be the sort of thing one brought to someone’s house, but Jiang Cheng couldn’t remember seeing Lan Qiren ever drinking alcohol, so tea had seemed a better choice.
He pushed down his anxiety and padded down the hallway after Lan Qiren. The floors were a lovely dark hardwood, the walls a calming pale blue with hanging calligraphy painted on silk. Tasteful and mature, just like Lan Qiren himself.
Jiang Cheng emerged into the living/dining room. There was a long western-style table table set near floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out into a garden with a small decorative pond. The other side of the room had a low table and several floor cushions. Lan Qiren was standing by another doorway, presumably leading toward the kitchen. He was no longer holding the tin of tea.
“Ah.” Lan Qiren cleared his throat. “There you are. We’ll set up at the dining table. Do you, ah, need a power outlet?”
“No, thank you, I have a full battery,” Jiang Cheng said politely. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was odd. “Is… CEO Wen in the kitchen?”
“Oh, he had to… get something,” Lan Qiren said. He stroked his beard. “Please, have a seat. I’ll see how dinner is coming along.”
Jiang Cheng slowly unpacked his laptop and notebook and set them up at the dining table. He wasn’t sure where to sit, so he just sat in the middle looking out at the garden. He thought he heard some whispered arguing, but surely that had to be his imagination. It was probably some kind of hallucination based on years of his parents having distant arguments in the house he grew up in.
“CEO Jiang, good evening,” Wen Ruohan said as he walked into the room with a broad smile. He approached and shook Jiang Cheng’s hand warmly. “I was delighted to hear that you were coming to us for advice. It’s so important to build good relationships with other company heads.”
Jiang Cheng’s cheeks heated all over again as he shook Wen Ruohan’s hand. “Thank you, CEO Wen. I hope that I can learn a lot from you.”
Wen Ruohan’s smile widened. The corners of his eyes crinkled warmly, although his hair looked just a bit mussed today. This was a more casual version of Wen Ruohan as well, it appeared, though like Lan Qiren he was still wearing his signature colors. But rather than a button-down shirt, he had on a soft, cream-colored sweater that hugged his torso and showed off a body that a man half his age would be envious of.
Jiang Cheng was certainly not appreciating the way the sweater hugged Wen Ruohan’s pectorals. Or his shoulders. Or his biceps.
He hadn’t expected that both older men would be so dressed down. He felt so relieved that he hadn’t gone with the tie!
Wen Ruohan walked with him to the table and pulled the chair out for him, to Jiang Cheng’s bewilderment. All Jiang Cheng could do was sit, and he nearly jumped out of his skin when Wen Ruohan’s hands settled on his shoulders.
“I see you’re very prepared for business,” Wen Ruohan said. “I’m afraid I didn’t bother to bring my laptop.”
“I just… there’s some proprietary stuff that I don’t want to put in a notebook. Everything on the laptop is password protected,” Jiang Cheng said, trying not to squirm as the heat of Wen Ruohan’s hands sank into his shoulders. “But I thought that I might want it as a reference.”
“Mm, I see.”
“Ruohan!” Lan Qiren’s voice barked and they both jumped. Wen Ruohan’s hands left Jiang Cheng’s shoulders, leaving him feeling a bit cold in their absence. “Come help me bring out the food.”
The two older men stared at each other for a few seconds before Wen Ruohan chuckled softly. “Of course. Be right there.”
“I can help too,” Jiang Cheng said, starting to get to his feet.
“That’s all right, CEO Jiang, you are our guest. Sit,” Lan Qiren said.
Jiang Cheng sat. He fidgeted with his pen and wondered why Lan Qiren had said our guest. Wasn’t Wen Ruohan also a guest?
Soon enough they returned, Lan Qiren carrying a stack of bamboo steam baskets and Wen Ruohan with a tray holding plates, sauce, cups, a teapot, and a bottle of liquor.
“CEO Lan here doesn’t drink, but you’ll keep me company, won’t you CEO Jiang?” Wen Ruohan said as he set out the items and poured Jiang Cheng a cup of the liquor. Wen Ruohan sat across from Jiang Cheng, while Lan Qiren sat at the end of the table.
“Oh— yes, of course,” Jiang Cheng said dutifully. It was typical for business dinners to have plenty of drinks. “CEO Lan, you won’t have any?”
Lan Qiren poured a cup of tea. “Don’t mind me. I can’t hold my liquor at all, unfortunately.” He gave Jiang Cheng a small smile. “I’ll be perfectly happy with this fine tea you so thoughtfully brought.”
Jiang Cheng couldn’t help smiling at the compliment.
“Ganbei,” Wen Ruohan said, leaning across the table with his cup upraised. Jiang Cheng gently clinked his against it and they both drained their cups. As soon as Jiang Cheng set his cup down, Wen Ruohan filled it again.
“Ah— I need to eat a bit more first,” Jiang Cheng said.
“Of course, of course,” Wen Ruohan said with another warm smile. “There’s no hurry. I’m sure you have much you wish to learn from us.”
“But how do you…” Jiang Cheng tried to focus. They’d been talking for a couple of hours by now and Wen Ruohan had poured him many cups of liquor. There was still a bit of food left — the bamboo baskets had held a variety of steamed dim sum, delicious and easy to snack on — but even the plentiful food wasn’t enough to soak up all the alcohol. His brain was also buzzing with everything they’d discussed, which had been helpful but also made him feel far out of his depth. He took a deep breath, keeping his eyes on his notes, and forced himself to enunciate. “How do you manage the stress? All these people depend on me now. If I fail their livelihoods would be at risk. You both are so… at ease. How do you manage it?”
Neither Wen Ruohan nor Lan Qiren answered at first, and Jiang Cheng looked up hesitantly. Was it the wrong question to ask?
Wen Ruohan had a soft smile on his face, his head tilted slightly to the side in an almost indulgent manner. Lan Qiren still maintained his perfect posture, but his eyes were bright and intent on Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng swallowed hard. Somehow the atmosphere felt charged all of a sudden.
“Would you like us to show you?” Wen Ruohan asked softly.
“What?” Jiang Cheng said, confused.
“Would you like us to show you how we manage the stress of being in our positions,” Lan Qiren said. He was very stiff and stroked his beard as he said it, just the same as when Jiang Cheng had come to his office hours.
The familiar sight soothed something inside of Jiang Cheng. This was his trusted teacher, after all. “Yes,” Jiang Cheng said. “Please, show me.”
Wen Ruohan got to his feet. “Let’s move over to the cushions. It will be more comfortable.”
“Oh, but, my notes…” Jiang Cheng trailed off as Wen Ruohan swept past him to the living area.
“Leave your notes,” Lan Qiren said. “This will be a practical lesson.”
“Practical?” Jiang Cheng asked, bemused, but he got to his feet anyway to follow the older men over to the living area with its low table and floor cushions. Perhaps they were going to meditate?
“Sit here,” Wen Ruohan said, moving behind Jiang Cheng and pressing gently down on his shoulders. Wen Ruohan’s hands seemed even warmer than they had earlier, and even when Jiang Cheng had knelt on a cushion the hands remained, thumbs rubbing circles into his shoulders. It felt very nice. Jiang Cheng sighed softly and leaned into it.
Lan Qiren, oddly, sat on the table in front of Jiang Cheng, rather than on one of the cushions. “Ruohan’s hands feel nice, don’t they?” he asked. His posture was still perfect, but his legs were wide, feet bracketing Jiang Cheng’s knees.
“Mn,” Jiang Cheng hummed in assent. “So… massage?”
“Of a sort,” Lan Qiren said. “I would say that we… take care of each other.”
Wen Ruohan’s hands were finding every knot in Jiang Cheng’s shoulders and he moaned softly. “That sounds nice.”
“It is nice,” Wen Ruohan purred in his ear. He had knelt behind Jiang Cheng so stealthily that Jiang Cheng hadn’t noticed. “Shall we take care of you, Cheng-er?”
Wen Ruohan’s hands were so warm, and he was so close, and somehow Jiang Cheng was now leaning back against his chest. It wasn’t appropriate at all, but Wen Ruohan didn’t seem offended, and it did feel nice, and after all, hadn’t Jiang Cheng come here to benefit from their wisdom?
But…
“Cheng-er?” Jiang Cheng asked, blinking and sitting up a bit. “CEO Wen—“
“Now, now,” Wen Ruohan said as he gently but firmly pulled Jiang Cheng back against his chest. “I think we’re past that formality, aren’t we? We shall call you Cheng-er. Qiren, what shall our Cheng-er call you?”
Lan Qiren leaned forward, forearms braced on his thighs, and popped open the top button on Jiang Cheng’s shirt. “I rather like Laoshi, actually, if Cheng-er is all right with that.”
Jiang Cheng felt very warm. He was probably red as a tomato by now. “Of course you’re Laoshi,” he said. “That’s what I used to call you…”
“It is,” Lan Qiren said as he undid another button on Jiang Cheng’s shirt.
Wen Ruohan’s laugh vibrated against Jiang Cheng’s back. One of his hands moved from Jiang Cheng’s shoulder to inside Jiang Cheng’s open shirt. “And what can I be, if not teacher?” he said.
Jiang Cheng didn’t know what to do. Lan Qiren kept unbuttoning his shirt, and part of him thought that he should stop that, but he was so hot. And maybe that heat was due to Wen Ruohan pressed up close against him, but Wen Ruohan’s touch felt good. It was embarrassing that Wen Ruohan was sliding his hand inside of Jiang Cheng’s unbuttoned shirt, wasn’t it? But his hand was so warm and gentle. It made sense, didn’t it, that good friends might trade massages to help ease their stress? And it wasn’t unusual to take off one’s shirt for a massage.
Then Wen Ruohan’s fingers seized on Jiang Cheng’s nipple and pinched hard. “Call me… Shifu.”
Jiang Cheng cried out at the sudden sharp, unexpected pain. “Ah! CEO Wen!”
“I said to call me Shifu,” Wen Ruohan said, tightening his grip.
Pain lanced through Jiang Cheng’s chest and, embarrassingly, also lanced down through his body to his cock. “Shifu! Shifu! Please!” he babbled, chest rising as Wen Ruohan pulled at his nipple.
“Enough,” Lan Qiren said, and Wen Ruohan released Jiang Cheng. Lan Qiren sighed. “Shifu? Really?”
“It may make me sound a bit old, but after all, aren’t I the senior here?” Wen Ruohan said, voice oozing reasonableness. “You could call me Shifu too, Qiren.”
Lan Qiren huffed and swatted Wen Ruohan’s hand away from Jiang Cheng’s chest. “Another night, Ruohan. Tonight is about Cheng-er.”
“Mmm, too true,” Wen Ruohan hummed, returning to his slow massage of Jiang Cheng’s shoulders.
Somehow by now Lan Qiren had undone all of the buttons on Jiang Cheng’s shirt and tugged it loose from his jeans. Jiang Cheng shifted uncomfortably, wanting to move away but unable to with Wen Ruohan immediately behind him. The air was cool on his hot skin, and while massages were nice, his cock was pressing against his jeans. It was too embarrassing! Jiang Cheng could only hope that neither of the other men had noticed his arousal.
“Maybe I should, uh, be face-down for this? Or…” Jiang Cheng trailed off as Lan Qiren began to unbutton his own shirt.
“Nice, isn’t it?” Wen Ruohan said quietly into his ear. “So upright and proper, such an academic. No one expects how many pushups he’s capable of.”
Jiang Cheng didn’t know about pushups, but he did know that Lan Qiren’s tasteful shirts had never hinted at such a sculpted physique. “How many pushups can you do, Laoshi?” he blurted.
Lan Qiren huffed out a small laugh as he shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it aside. “At once? I’m not sure. I do a hundred when I wake up and a hundred before I go to bed, though.”
“Your Laoshi has plenty of stamina,” Wen Ruohan said with a soft chuckle. “Believe me, I know.”
And then, unexpectedly, Wen Ruohan’s teeth closed over Jiang Cheng’s earlobe. Jiang Cheng let out an embarrassing moan as Wen Ruohan gently bit him, tugging at his ear with a soft growl.
“Tell us, Cheng-er,” Lan Qiren asked, fingers trailing down Jiang Cheng’s stomach to hook into the waistband of his jeans. “How many men have you been with?”
“Ngh—“ Jiang Cheng squirmed. “I— with?”
“How many men have you fucked,” Wen Ruohan said helpfully, moving a hand to bracket Jiang Cheng’s throat and tilt his head back.
“I— I haven’t—“ Jiang Cheng didn’t know what to do. He was hot all over. The air felt shockingly cool on his bare skin, only highlighting the warmth of Wen Ruohan’s chest pressed against his back, the warmth of his hands on Jiang Cheng’s shoulder and throat. But it was Lan Qiren’s light touch at his waistband that focused all his attention, unsure if he should try to get away or encourage Lan Qiren’s fingers to dip deeper. Why should it even matter if he’d had sex with anyone, never mind with men?
Lan Qiren’s fingers twitched. “You haven’t?”
Within Wen Ruohan’s grasp, Jiang Cheng shook his head. Lan Qiren’s eyes grew darker as his pupils dilated and the hand on Jiang Cheng’s throat tightened.
“Don’t worry,” Lan Qiren said as he undid the button on Jiang Cheng’s jeans. “Laoshi will teach you what to do. Just keep your hands there on your thighs.”
“But—“
“Don’t worry, Cheng-er,” Wen Ruohan said into his ear, hand still snug on Jiang Cheng’s throat. “You wanted to learn from us, didn’t you? We’ll take good care of you. Just relax.”
Jiang Cheng let out a long, shuddering breath and leaned back into Wen Ruohan’s solid support as Lan Qiren undid his jeans.
“Say yes, Shifu,” Wen Ruohan said.
“Yes, Shifu,” Jiang Cheng half-moaned as Lan Qiren’s fingers brushed his cock.
“Good boy,” Wen Ruohan said, and Jiang Cheng went nearly boneless in his arms, closing his eyes and tipping his head even further back onto Wen Ruohan’s broad shoulder with a soft whine.
Lan Qiren’s hand disappeared from Jiang Cheng’s cock, but before Jiang Cheng could feel abandoned Wen Ruohan’s other hand slid down and took its place to stroke teasingly lightly over Jiang Cheng’s underwear.
There was the sound of a zipper and a rustle of fabric. “Cheng-er, are you ready for your first lesson?”
“Yes, Laoshi,” Jiang Cheng responded automatically. He swallowed and felt the way his throat bobbed against Wen Ruohan’s hand.
“Open your eyes,” Lan Qiren said.
Jiang Cheng slowly opened them, vision hazy with growing pleasure and the blur of tipsiness. His breath caught in his throat.
Lan Qiren stood naked in front of him, erect cock in hand at Jiang Cheng’s eye level. His body was like sculpted jade, but his cock was flushed pink, long and thick.
Without thinking, Jiang Cheng darted his tongue out to wet his lips.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Wen Ruohan said, not stopping his teasing, light strokes. “Go on. Give it a kiss.”
Jiang Cheng’s heart was pounding. He looked up at Lan Qiren questioningly, struck again by his sculpted chest. Lan Qiren’s eyes were dark and intent. He gave a small nod. “Just a little taste, Cheng-er. Nothing to worry about.”
Nothing to worry about. Jiang Cheng returned his gaze to Lan Qiren’s cock. He’d never seen another person up close like this, but Wen Ruohan was right — Lan Qiren’s cock was beautiful. He leaned forward and tentatively gave the tip of Lan Qiren’s cock a small lick.
He heard Lan Qiren’s sharp intake of breath and looked up anxiously.
“You’re doing so well,” Lan Qiren said. The hand not holding his cock cupped Jiang Cheng’s cheek. “That was good. Don’t stop now.”
Wen Ruohan’s hand slipped under the waistband of Jiang Cheng’s underwear and he moaned at the feeling of warm, bare hand on his cock. “You’re doing great,” Wen Ruohan whispered in his ear.
Lightness spread through Jiang Cheng’s chest. He was doing well! He leaned forward and licked the tip of Lan Qiren’s cock again, and now there was a musky, salty taste to it. It was odd, but not unpleasant.
“Open your mouth wider, there’s a good boy,” Wen Ruohan said. “Take the tip in your mouth. Watch your teeth.”
Lan Qiren guided Jiang Cheng’s head forward as Jiang Cheng followed Wen Ruohan’s directions. He carefully wrapped his lips around the head of Lan Qiren’s cock. It was hot and heavy and Lan Qiren let out a low groan.
“Very good, Cheng-er,” Lan Qiren said. He sounded a bit breathless. “Now keep your mouth there. Use a bit of suction and try licking it.”
“Mmm,” Jiang Cheng hummed. Lan Qiren groaned again as Jiang Cheng ran his tongue over the cock in his mouth. The salty, musky taste spread over his tongue and he closed his eyes to concentrate on it.
Wen Ruohan’s chest rumbled against Jiang Cheng’s back as he laughed. “Your self-control is amazing as always, Qiren. Look at him. If it were me he’d be choking on my cock right now.” Maddeningly, the hand Wen Ruohan had on Jiang Cheng’s cock started to slowly stroke, but too slowly to properly jerk him off.
Jiang Cheng squirmed, trying to get more stimulation. Wen Ruohan’s grip was just the right level of firmness and Jiang Cheng was achingly hard now. He couldn’t ask for Wen Ruohan to go faster, though, because his mouth was wrapped around Lan Qiren’s cock and both of the older men were holding his head in place.
“It’s nice going up and down, isn’t it, Cheng-er?” Wen Ruohan asked. “Go on, your Laoshi would enjoy that, too. Just bob your head up and down. Get him nice and wet.”
Jiang Cheng obeyed, slowly moving his mouth down Lan Qiren’s shaft, then pulling back. Every time he went down Lan Qiren pulled him a little farther forward, which was a bit uncomfortable.
“Relax, Cheng-er,” Lan Qiren said, pressing at the hinge of Jiang Cheng’s jaw. “You can take it, I know you can.”
Jiang Cheng’s eyes were half-open and unfocused. He could only breathe through his nose and he felt overwhelmed with the smell and taste of Lan Qiren. His hips were rocking into Wen Ruohan’s hand and he realized that Wen Ruohan was matching his pace, stroking Jiang Cheng the same way Jiang Cheng was stroking Lan Qiren with his mouth.
So if he wanted Wen Ruohan to go faster, then…
Jiang Cheng breathed in deep through his nose and started to bob faster. He made a sloppy, wet sound that felt loud in his ears, but Wen Ruohan also picked up the pace so Jiang Cheng didn’t let the embarrassment stop him. Lan Qiren groaned again and muttered something under his breath.
“That’s right,” Wen Ruohan said. He was pressed fully against Jiang Cheng’s back, grinding his own hips against Jiang Cheng’s ass. “Just like that. What do you think, Qiren, should I let him come?”
Jiang Cheng whined. He was getting close, and he wanted so badly for Wen Ruohan to stroke him faster. Desperately, he tried to take more of Lan Qiren into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Lan Qiren said, and then his hand was on the back of Jiang Cheng’s head, pushing him down further onto his cock. It hit the back of Jiang Cheng’s throat and made it spasm.
“Oh I felt that,” Wen Ruohan said, stroking him faster. “Good boy. Good boy.”
Jiang Cheng couldn’t breathe. He was just starting to panic when Lan Qiren fully withdrew, leaving a string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock to Jiang Cheng’s lips. Jiang Cheng looked up at him, dazed and breathless and so, so close to coming.
“I’m going to come, Cheng-er,” Lan Qiren said, chest heaving as he breathed. “Do you understand? I want you to swallow it all. Don’t let a single drop escape.”
Jiang Cheng whined as Wen Ruohan gave his cock a long, slow, firm stroke. “Yes, Laoshi. All of it,” he said. Some part of his mind was trying to panic at the thought of Lan Qiren, CEO Lan, his Laoshi, coming in his mouth. But the pleased look on Lan Qiren’s face silenced it.
“Good boy. Open wide, now. Just relax.”
Obediently, Jiang Cheng opened his mouth and did his best to relax his jaw like Lan Qiren had shown him. Lan Qiren thrust shallowly into his mouth. “Look up at me, Cheng-er,” he said, voice rough.
Jiang Cheng did his best to look up, though it was hard with the angle of Lan Qiren’s cock in his mouth. It kept hitting the back of his throat, threatening to choke him, and he could feel his eyes watering.
“That’s right. You’re doing so well, just like that, are you ready?”
There was no way that Jiang Cheng could answer. Wen Ruohan’s hand was matching Lan Qiren’s pace and he was so, so close. He wanted to come so badly.
Lan Qiren let out a low groan and fluid suddenly filled Jiang Cheng’s mouth. It was more of that musky taste, and Jiang Cheng realized he’d been lapping at a bit of Lan Qiren’s come this entire time. It seemed to gush forth endlessly and Jiang Cheng tried to swallow, panicked, suddenly afraid he’d lose some of it. He’d promised to swallow it all!
“Qiren, you always come too much,” Wen Ruohan chuckled. He released Jiang Cheng’s throat to wipe a bit of come leaking from the corner of Jiang Cheng’s lips. Lan Qiren pulled out of Jiang Cheng’s mouth with a sigh and Wen Ruohan held up his fingers. “Go on, Cheng-er. All of it.”
Relieved, Jiang Cheng took Wen Ruohan’s fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. They were here to take care of him. They wouldn’t let him fail.
“That’s a good boy,” Wen Ruohan said, fingers pressing on Jiang Cheng’s tongue. “Now, come for your Shifu, hm?”
With only that warning, Wen Ruohan increased the pace of his stroking, bringing Jiang Cheng over the edge before he knew what was happening. Jiang Cheng gave a cry muffled by Wen Ruohan’s fingers in his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut as he spilled over Wen Ruohan’s hand.
“Beautiful,” Lan Qiren said, laying a gentle hand on top of Jiang Cheng’s hair. “Laoshi is very proud of you, Cheng-er. Ready for your next lesson?”
“On the table?” Wen Ruohan said, releasing Jiang Cheng’s cock. Jiang Cheng whined at the loss of contact, even though he’d been starting to feel overstimulated. “Shh, don’t worry, Cheng-er. We’re not done. After all, you’ve only sucked Laoshi’s cock, what about your poor Shifu?” He punctuated his question with another roll of his hips against Jiang Cheng’s ass.
“Sorry, Shifu,” Jiang Cheng said hoarsely.
“No need to apologize,” Wen Ruohan said, and pressed a kiss to the underside of Jiang Cheng’s jaw. “I know you’ll do your best. You always do.”
The unexpected tenderness and praise filled Jiang Cheng with a warm glow of pleasure. “I will, Shifu,” he promised.
Lan Qiren took his hands and helped him up to his feet. His unbuttoned jeans fell down to his knees and Wen Ruohan pulled them the rest of the way down, along with his underwear, so he could step out of them. The glow of orgasm was starting to fade and awkwardness was rising in its place.
“Sit on the table and lay back, Cheng-er,” Wen Ruohan directed him. Carefully Jiang Cheng did so, lying back on the low table. It was just long enough for his torso.
Wen Ruohan pulled his sweater over his head, revealing the musculature the snug fabric had implied. He wasn’t as lean as Lan Qiren, a bit bulkier and broader. When he pushed down his pants it became apparent that his cock was also thicker than Lan Qiren’s. Jiang Cheng swallowed nervously, tilting his head back to watch as Wen Ruohan knelt behind him.
“Now that you’ve warmed up a bit you’re ready to take me on, isn’t that right?” Wen Ruohan said with a smile. “Scoot up a little more so your head hangs off the table. The angle will be better.”
Jiang Cheng pushed himself along the table surface with his elbows until his head hung off the edge. Wen Ruohan was stroking his cock slowly. His cock glistened at the tip, flushed and broad.
“Just lie back, Cheng-er. Open your mouth and let Shifu fuck your throat,” Wen Ruohan said as he moved forward.
The angle was strange. Jiang Cheng was stuck looking at Wen Ruohan’s muscular thighs and not much else, though it wasn’t as though he’d been able to see much more than Lan Qiren’s belly before. But it became clear to him almost immediately why Wen Ruohan had said the angle would be better this way. As Wen Ruohan’s thighs flexed he slid into Jiang Cheng’s throat, meeting some resistance but avoiding hitting the back as Lan Qiren had.
“Swallow,” Wen Ruohan commanded.
Jiang Cheng tried, and as though that was all that was needed, Wen Ruohan slid all the way into his throat. His balls pressed against Jiang Cheng’s nose, not that Jiang Cheng could breathe anyway with how Wen Ruohan’s cock filled him.
“Oh, that’s a good boy. You’re a natural. Shifu is so proud of you,” Wen Ruohan praised. He put a hand on Jiang Cheng’s neck and rocked his hips. “Mmm I can feel myself. Fuck, you’re doing amazing.”
Jiang Cheng couldn’t breathe. He flailed a bit and grabbed at Wen Ruohan’s hips. It only made Wen Ruohan buck against him, somehow sliding in even deeper.
“Fuuuuck yes,” Wen Ruohan groaned. He withdrew, but only enough so that Jiang Cheng could desperately suck air in through his nose. “You have such a pretty mouth, Cheng-er. Such a nice, tight throat.”
Jiang Cheng couldn’t respond with words, but now that he could breathe the warm praise went straight to his cock. He tried to hum his appreciation and Wen Ruohan groaned again.
“Good boy. Just try and stay relaxed, now. Deep breath.”
Jiang Cheng sucked in a breath just in time. Wen Ruohan thrust forward again, one hand still on Jiang Cheng’s neck, and now Jiang Cheng could feel the pressure that Wen Ruohan’s cock made under his hand. Fuck, he thought deliriously. Fuck, Shifu is fucking my throat, he’s all the way in!
Wen Ruohan set a steady pace, driving into Jiang Cheng’s throat over and over. Jiang Cheng was lightheaded, mesmerized by the flex of Wen Ruohan’s thighs and the occasional taste of his precome when he pulled back far enough for Jiang Cheng to breathe through his nose. Jiang Cheng could only cling to Wen Ruohan’s hips and try to keep his mouth and throat relaxed.
He nearly didn’t notice Lan Qiren grabbing his ankles.
“Help me hold him open,” Lan Qiren said. Jiang Cheng didn’t understand, then Wen Ruohan took his ankle and pulled back. By open Lan Qiren was talking about Jiang Cheng’s legs!
Jiang Cheng flexed his fingers, but Wen Ruohan only slid deep into Jiang Cheng’s throat, all the way to the hilt, as if Jiang Cheng was trying to encourage him rather than panicking about what Lan Qiren must be looking at.
Deft, slick fingers prodded at Jiang Cheng’s hole and, even with Wen Ruohan’s cock in his throat, Jiang Cheng moaned.
“Oh, Cheng-er, that feels amazing,” Wen Ruohan growled.
Whatever Lan Qiren was doing to Jiang Cheng’s hole also felt amazing. Fear melted away as Lan Qiren gently massaged his tight ring, skillfully coaxing it to relax.
Wen Ruohan pulled back out of Jiang Cheng’s mouth and Jiang Cheng breathed desperately in hoarse near-sobs. “You’re doing so well, Cheng-er,” Wen Ruohan said, moving the hand on Jiang Cheng’s throat to cup his cheek. “Catch your breath. That’s it. Then you’re going to swallow all of Shifu’s come.”
A finger worked its way into Jiang Cheng’s hole and he let out an embarrassingly loud moan as it pressed against some sensitive place inside of him.
“I suppose that’s the spot,” Lan Qiren said, pressing it again.
Jiang Cheng’s eyes rolled up into his head. His throat was sore and drool was smeared over his cheeks and he felt amazing. “Laoshi!” he choked out as Lan Qiren slid another finger into him.
“Yes, I think you found it,” Wen Ruohan laughed. He pressed the head of his cock against Jiang Cheng’s lips. “Open up, Cheng-er. And be ready to swallow.”
Jiang Cheng felt like he could barely control his muscles with what Lan Qiren was doing to his ass, but he opened his mouth as best he could. Wen Ruohan resumed fucking his throat, not going as deep but going much faster, and it was all Jiang Cheng could do to try and keep his teeth from scraping against Wen Ruohan’s shaft.
“That’s right. You’re so good at taking it, Cheng-er. I think you were born for this. Here it comes,” Wen Ruohan gritted out, voice tight. His hand returned to Jiang Cheng’s throat as he thrust in deep, and Jiang Cheng shuddered as he felt Wen Ruohan’s cock twitching in his throat, pressed down by Wen Ruohan’s hand.
Jiang Cheng didn’t even really have to swallow as Wen Ruohan’s come went straight down his throat. But then Wen Ruohan pulled back, still spurting, covering Jiang Cheng’s tongue. Jiang Cheng couldn’t help choking a bit as he tried to breathe and swallow at the same time. How was there still so much come?
“Good boy,” Wen Ruohan said, still rocking his hips a bit to slide lazily in and out of Jiang Cheng’s poor mouth. “Do you like how Shifu tastes?”
Jiang Cheng could only see Wen Ruohan’s thighs, but he could clearly hear the smile in Wen Ruohan’s voice. He hummed in agreement and did his best to suck at Wen Ruohan’s cock. He couldn’t tell if any of Wen Ruohan’s come had made it out of his mouth since his face was already wet from drool, but he swallowed all he could. Wen Ruohan tasted much like Lan Qiren had, though somehow earthier.
It was… good. Both of them tasted good. He licked his lips when Wen Ruohan finally pulled free.
Wen Ruohan sat back on his heels and cradled Jiang Cheng’s head. He had a satisfied smile spread over his face, eyes crinkled at the corners. Jiang Cheng felt himself smiling back.
“You did such a good job,” Wen Ruohan said, rubbing his thumb over the corner of Jiang Cheng’s mouth. “I think you really did swallow it all. Well done.”
“Thank you, Shifu,” Jiang Cheng rasped.
Lan Qiren worked a third finger into Jiang Cheng’s ass, then crooked all three of them into that sensitive spot, making Jiang Cheng gasp. “You took it beautifully, Cheng-er,” Lan Qiren said. “Are you ready to take more?”
“I—“ Jiang Cheng tried to clear his throat. “In my mouth?” he rasped dubiously.
“Oh, no,” Wen Ruohan said gently. “Even I’m not that cruel. We’ll have to work you up to multiple throat fuckings. Your Laoshi is asking if your hole is ready for him to fuck you now.”
“My—“ Jiang Cheng lifted his head to look down at where Lan Qiren had his fingers buried in Jiang Cheng’s ass. His legs were held up and apart, one ankle in Lan Qiren’s other hand, the other somehow still held by Wen Ruohan. Jiang Cheng could see his own cock hard against his belly along with an embarrassing pool of precome as it leaked steadily.
“You feel nice and relaxed,” Lan Qiren said, curling his fingers into that spot again. “Imagine how much better Laoshi’s cock will feel.”
Jiang Cheng whined. Lan Qiren’s fingers felt amazing, sending a fresh surge of pleasure up his spine every time they prodded him. Would his cock really feel that much better?
But Lan Qiren wasn’t moving, except for the flex of his forearm as he massaged Jiang Cheng’s hole. His eyes were dark, locked on Jiang Cheng’s face, and his lean torso glistened a bit with sweat. He was waiting for Jiang Cheng’s answer.
“I—“ Jiang Cheng had to clear his throat again. Oh, his voice was wrecked. “I think so, Laoshi.”
Lan Qiren’s eyes closed briefly, then opened as he smiled. “Excellent.” His fingers withdrew and Jiang Cheng whimpered at the absence, reflexively clenching around nothing. “Oh, look how needy this hole is. Don’t worry, Laoshi is here,” Lan Qiren said, low and husky, as he lined the tip of his cock up with Jiang Cheng’s entrance.
Jiang Cheng’s head would have fallen back limply as the head of Lan Qiren’s cock breached him, if not for Wen Ruohan cradling him in place. “You should watch, Cheng-er,” Wen Ruohan said. “Look how you’re taking him.” He pulled the ankle he had in his hand back a bit more, tilting Jiang Cheng’s pelvis up a bit so that Jiang Cheng could see Lan Qiren’s shaft sinking inside him.
Jiang Cheng moaned wantonly. Lan Qiren’s cock was better than his fingers, thick and satisfying. It stretched his ring as it sank into him in a way the fingers hadn’t, filling him perfectly, leaving no gaps so that all the sensitive nerves were stimulated.
“A little more, Ruohan,” Lan Qiren said, and Wen Ruohan pulled Jiang Cheng’s ankle further back obligingly.
Jiang Cheng gasped as Lan Qiren’s cock hit that spot inside of him.
“There it is,” Lan Qiren growled, and started to pump his hips, pulling out and sliding in deeper each time.
Jiang Cheng had never felt so full in his life, not even when Wen Ruohan was buried in his throat. All of his nerves were attuned to every centimeter of Lan Qiren thrusting into him, reaching places he didn’t even know were reachable inside him. His mouth was open and he was making inarticulate sounds, little punched-out moans every time Lan Qiren drove forward into him. Thanks to the way Wen Ruohan was holding his head, he could both see and feel when Lan Qiren’s hips met his, grinding deep inside him.
“That’s our Cheng-er,” Lan Qiren said. “Taking all of me. What a good boy.”
Jiang Cheng whined again at the praise. He had taken all of Lan Qiren. His stomach was smeared with his own precome, cock flushed and aching.
Lan Qiren didn’t stay still for long, though. He drew slowly, torturously back out, cock dragging deliciously against Jiang Cheng’s rim, then snapped his hips forward viciously. Jiang Cheng cried out, toes curling with pleasure, arching back into Wen Ruohan’s grip.
“Take his ankle, Qiren,” Wen Ruohan said, passing Jiang Cheng’s foot over. He adjusted himself behind Jiang Cheng as Lan Qiren kept fucking into Jiang Cheng, working around so that Jiang Cheng’s head was now resting on his shoulder, Jiang Cheng’s upper back against his chest.
“Now that I have my hands free,” Wen Ruohan said. He didn’t finish the sentence, but it quickly became clear what he had in mind as his fingers closed on Jiang Cheng’s nipples.
“Nnngh!” Jiang Cheng squirmed as Wen Ruohan pinched them, sending a stab of pain/pleasure through his chest. “Shifu!”
Wen Ruohan laughed and pressed a quick kiss to Jiang Cheng’s temple. “Laoshi’s the one fucking you, Cheng-er. Don’t you want to tell him how much you like his cock?” He punctuated his question with a cruel twist and Jiang Cheng cried out again.
“Yes! Yes!” Jiang Cheng gasped as the pressure eased. “It’s good, Laoshi, it’s so good!”
“What is, Cheng-er?” Lan Qiren asked, not stopping his maddening pace of slow withdrawal and brutal thrust in. “Remember what I taught you. Be clear in your words.”
Jiang Cheng squirmed, embarrassed, and Wen Ruohan twisted at his nipples again. “Ah1 Your cock, Laoshi, your cock feels so good!”
“Good boy,” Lan Qiren praised.
Jiang Cheng was feeling overwhelmed. He tried to turn his face into Wen Ruohan’s neck.
“Ah, ah,” Wen Ruohan said, pinching at his nipples again. “Don’t look away.”
Half-sobbing, Jiang Cheng turned back. His own cock bounced on his stomach every time that Lan Qiren thrust in. Wen Ruohan’s fingers were still teasing at his nipples, which were starting to look red and puffy.
“Give me your hand,” Wen Ruohan said, releasing one of his nipples. He took Jiang Cheng’s hand and pressed it to his lower belly, covering it in sticky precome. “Can you feel him?”
Jiang Cheng’s eyes went wide as Lan Qiren thrust into him again. “I can. Laoshi, I can feel you!”
That seemed to snap something inside of Lan Qiren. With a low growl his hands tightened on Jiang Cheng’s ankles to a bruising grip and he started pounding into Jiang Cheng’s ass, snapping his hips forward as if possessed.
Jiang Cheng felt like he couldn’t breathe properly. Wen Ruohan’s hand kept his pressed to his lower belly, where he could feel Lan Qiren’s cock driving in and out of him. He could still see the way that cock was disappearing into his hole over and over, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh was loud in his ears. And every time it was hitting that spot inside of him. Tingles were spreading through his legs, held wide by Lan Qiren’s vise-like grip.
“Go on and come for us, Cheng-er,” Wen Ruohan said in his ear, and yanked at his nipple.
Whether it was the command, the spark of pain from his nipple, or Lan Qiren’s relentless pounding, Jiang Cheng couldn’t say. It was probably a combination of all three. But his eyes rolled back into his head and pleasure crested through him as he came untouched, spilling all over where his and Wen Ruohan’s hands were joined over his belly.
“Oh, oh that’s right, good boy, good boy,” Lan Qiren growled, and his rhythm suddenly stuttered. A few last hard thrusts and then he ground in as deep as he could go, pressing his hips against Jiang Cheng’s ass with a low groan. Jiang Cheng felt the cock inside of him twitching and spreading wetness as Lan Qiren pumped him full of come.
He shivered as Lan Qiren rocked his hips a little, cock still twitching inside of Jiang Cheng. Lan Qiren’s grip on his ankles relaxed, allowing Jiang Cheng’s legs to collapse forward a bit. “You did so well, Cheng-er,” Lan Qiren said breathlessly. “Coming just from Laoshi’s cock. Such a quick learner.” He pressed a kiss to the inside of Jiang Cheng’s ankle.
“Hng,” Jiang Cheng mumbled, not capable of forming words. He felt completely boneless.
“And now it’s Shifu’s turn,” Wen Ruohan said with another pinch to Jiang Cheng’s nipple.
“Wha—?” Jiang Cheng tried to ask, but Lan Qiren was already pulling out. A gush of wetness followed his cock and Jiang Cheng’s cheeks heated. But before he could settle into embarrassment, Wen Ruohan was yanking him back across the table and effortlessly manipulating him into a kneeling position. His hands gripped Jiang Cheng’s hips and pulled him back.
Jiang Cheng cried out as Wen Ruohan’s thick cock thrust all the way in to the hilt. He was definitely wider than Lan Qiren because Jiang Cheng could feel the extra stretch as his body accommodated Wen Ruohan’s girth. But with the mixture of lube and come there was almost no resistance at all as Wen Ruohan started fucking him. And Wen Ruohan didn’t hesitate, setting a fast pace immediately.
Jiang Cheng collapsed, falling forward onto the low table. His cheek smooshed into the surface with every one of Wen Ruohan’s thrusts, but he couldn’t seem to find the energy to prop himself up. He hadn’t had any chance to recover from Lan Qiren and he was so sensitive that it was almost painful.
“Shifu,” he whimpered, but that only made Wen Ruohan pick up the pace, fucking him even harder. Tears pricked at his eyes. “Please…”
“Please what, Cheng-er?” Wen Ruohan panted, not slowing his pounding at all. “Harder? I can do that.”
Jiang Cheng almost wailed as Wen Ruohan’s grip tightened on his hips, yanking him back into every powerful thrust. Wen Ruohan didn’t seem to penetrate quite as deep as Lan Qiren had, but his thick cock left no part of Jiang Cheng’s insides untouched. And despite Wen Ruohan’s onslaught, Jiang Cheng’s body was beginning to recover. The oversensitivity was turning once again to pleasure. The new angle, along with Wen Ruohan’s thickness, was hitting that place inside of him in a new way. It was less intense than Lan Qiren’s direct thrusts, but as Wen Ruohan’s hips kept slamming into him it grew into a persistent stimulation that made his toes curl.
Wen Ruohan suddenly slowed and his hands moved to Jiang Cheng’s butt cheeks. Jiang Cheng could feel himself being spread as Wen Ruohan drove lazily into him. “Ah, Cheng-er. If only you could see the way your hole swallows me so easily. Next time we should set up a mirror.”
Next time? Jiang Cheng thought, dazed, but he couldn’t put it into words. The change in pace had thrown him and he felt like he was melting, relaxing into the way Wen Ruohan’s cock massaged his tender insides.
“How’s he doing?” Lan Qiren asked, sitting on the edge of the table next to Jiang Cheng.
“Very well,” Wen Ruohan said, pulling Jiang Cheng’s cheeks even wider. “Look how easily he took me.”
Lan Qiren actually let out a soft huff of laughter. His fingers slid down Jiang Cheng’s crack to bracket where Wen Ruohan thrust into him. “Cheng-er was always a good student. He always put in so much effort. Isn’t that so, Cheng-er?”
“Hng,” Jiang Cheng grunted, too overwhelmed by the combination of Wen Ruohan’s cock and Lan Qiren’s fingers to form words.
Wen Ruohan maintained the slower thrusts, driving deep into Jiang Cheng before pulling out so the head of his cock tugged at Jiang Cheng’s rim. But Lan Qiren’s fingers didn’t remain still. They massaged at Jiang Cheng’s hole, easing Wen Ruohan’s thrusts.
Then one of Lan Qiren’s fingers wiggled its way in next to Wen Ruohan’s cock.
“Hnn!” Jiang Cheng tried to exclaim at the increased stretch. What was Lan Qiren doing to him!?
“Easy, Cheng-er,” Wen Ruohan soothed, still moving in and out at a steady, measured pace. “It’s just a little more. You can take it, hm?”
Jiang Cheng clutched his arms underneath himself, lifting his cheek and chest off the table so he was braced on his forearms. It seemed easier somehow, as though having a bit more leverage made him able to withstand the extra intrusion.
“Cheng-er?” Wen Ruohan said with a slow roll of his hips. “You can take it, yes? Answer me.”
“’S, Shifu,” Jiang Cheng grit out as a second fingertip prodded his tender hole. “I— I c’n—“
“That’s our good boy,” Lan Qiren praised. The hand not working its way in alongside Wen Ruohan’s cock found Jiang Cheng’s erection. “You always put in the effort. And Laoshi and Shifu notice that.”
“Yes, we do,” Wen Ruohan confirmed with a slow, deep thrust that pressed his hips flush against Jiang Cheng’s ass — and pressed Lan Qiren’s fingers deep inside at the same time.
Jiang Cheng let out another wanton moan. His hole felt stretched to the limit, but it also felt so good. He was so full. Was it greedy of him to want both of them inside him like this? Was it selfish to want both of their attention focused only on him?
Even if it was, Jiang Cheng couldn’t help himself. He arched his back and pressed back into their combined touch.
“Fuck,” Wen Ruohan choked out, and his hips bucked, pulling another cry out of Jiang Cheng.
“Easy, Ruohan,” Lan Qiren said, although his voice also sounded tight. “Didn’t I just say he was a good student? But our job is to instruct.”
Wen Ruohan laughed breathlessly. “I don’t have your restraint, Qiren. Hurry up.”
Lan Qiren tsk’d and a third finger started working in next to the first two. The hand on Jiang Cheng’s cock didn’t stop, although its pace was maddeningly slow. Jiang Cheng couldn’t quite buck into that grip, not with Wen Ruohan holding his hips so firmly, but he tried.
“If I make you come now you’ll be even more sensitive, Cheng-er,” Lan Qiren said. “Is that what you want?”
Jiang Cheng whined softly. He remembered the torment of Wen Ruohan fucking him fresh off an orgasm too clearly to think it wouldn’t matter, but he also just wanted Lan Qiren to stroke him faster!
“Patience, Cheng-er,” Wen Ruohan said. His fingers flexed on Jiang Cheng’s hips. “If I can wait, so can you.”
“Yes, Shifu,” Jiang Cheng mumbled into his forearms. It was nearly too much already having Wen Ruohan’s cock and three of Lan Qiren’s fingers pushing inside of him. He probably would go out of his mind if he was oversensitive, too.
But oh, it was so much. Wen Ruohan’s fingers digging into his hips, the drag of his cock over that amazing spot in Jiang Cheng’s ass, the stretch of Jiang Cheng’s rim from Wen Ruohan’s girth and Lan Qiren’s deft fingers, the way Lan Qiren’s fingers massaged at Jiang Cheng’s cock…
“Please,” Jiang Cheng mumbled, not even sure what he was asking for. Sweat dripped from his temples onto the table below him. “Please.”
“Ready or not, I think it’s time,” Wen Ruohan said, voice still tight. “Or I’m going to start pounding him until he cries.”
“We’ll both be doing that,” Lan Qiren said. “You up for standing?”
“Oh, yes,” Wen Ruohan growled.
Before Jiang Cheng knew what was happening, Lan Qiren’s touch was gone, from his cock and from his ass. But before he could voice any protest Wen Ruohan had hooked an arm under his chest and pulled him backwards. Wen Ruohan’s other arm hooked under one of Jiang Cheng’s legs.
“Think I can stay in him while I stand up?” Wen Ruohan laughed.
“Go on and try,” Lan Qiren said. Jiang Cheng could see him now, tugging at his beard, cock erect once more and heavy between his thighs.
But then the cock inside of Jiang Cheng shifted and he yelped. Somehow Wen Ruohan did get to his feet, cradling Jiang Cheng against his body so that his cock never slipped out. But the change in angle was nearly enough to make Jiang Cheng come right then.
Lan Qiren quickly stepped forward to hook Jiang Cheng’s other leg. He was now held up between the two older men, legs bent up, Wen Ruohan’s cock still filling him but spread wide towards Lan Qiren. He was held securely by the arms under his legs and Wen Ruohan’s arm over his midsection.
Lan Qiren stepped closer. Only then did Jiang Cheng realize their intentions.
Wildly, he shook his head. “No! Laoshi, it won’t fit!” he babbled, but there was no escape. Pressing back only pushed him more firmly against Wen Ruohan’s solid chest and the cock already buried inside him. His hands found Lan Qiren’s shoulders, but he didn’t have the strength to hold him off.
“It will fit, Cheng-er,” Lan Qiren said calmly. He still had a hand free and used it to guide Jiang Cheng’s arms around his shoulders and then turn Jiang Cheng’s face back to him. “You trust your Laoshi, don’t you?”
Slowly, tearfully, Jiang Cheng nodded.
“Good. Laoshi and Shifu will take care of you. Right, Ruohan?”
“Right,” Wen Ruohan confirmed. He nuzzled against Jiang Cheng’s ear. “You’re strong, Cheng-er. You can do this.”
Jiang Cheng wasn’t sure about that at all, actually. But then Lan Qiren leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth, gently. Jiang Cheng melted. Lan Qiren’s beard and mustache brushed against his face, only a bit scratchy, and the feeling was overwhelmed by Lan Qiren’s plush lips massaging his own. He moaned and, as his mouth opened, Lan Qiren’s tongue slipped into his mouth.
At the same time, Lan Qiren’s cock pushed in beside Wen Ruohan’s.
Jiang Cheng let out a near scream muffled by Lan Qiren’s mouth. It was so much, too much, and he was sure he would split open. His fingers dug into Lan Qiren’s back. There was no reprieve, pinned as he was between the two men, held up with no purchase on the ground.
“Fuck yes,” Wen Ruohan growled in his ear. He rolled his hips and Jiang Cheng tried to scream again. “Oh, Cheng-er, you’re amazing, you’re wonderful. Taking us both so well.” He punctuated the last word wit a buck of his hips.
Lan Qiren broke the kiss. “Doing so well, Cheng-er,” he said, forehead pressed against Jiang Cheng’s. “I knew you could do it.”
Tears were leaking from Jiang Cheng’s eyes, but at the same time a silly grin spread over his face. The stretch was easing as his body became accustomed to the cocks inside of him. He was doing well. He was doing it!
“That’s right,” Lan Qiren said with an answering smile. “Isn’t it wonderful? Being full of both of us?” And with that, he started to thrust up into Jiang Cheng’s body.
“Y—y—yes, L—lao—laoshi,” Jiang Cheng stuttered, each word jostled by another thrust of one of the cocks inside him. It was so much, and yet it was wonderful. Here were two of the most powerful and respected CEOs, buried inside him, cherishing him. It was as though some part of Jiang Cheng that had never felt like enough had finally been filled. They wanted him, they both wanted him, enough to share him like this.
“I’m done waiting,” Wen Ruohan growled, and then he was pounding into Jiang Cheng from behind, as ruthlessly as when he’d begun. Jiang Cheng’s head fell limply back on Wen Ruohan’s shoulder, trusting that they wouldn’t drop him, giving himself over to the fantastic stretch of two cocks moving inside him.
“Oh fuck, he’s perfect,” Wen Ruohan gasped, and the hand around Jiang Cheng’s chest adjusted so that Wen Ruohan could pinch viciously at Jiang Cheng’s abused nipples.
“Shifu!” Jiang Cheng cried, arching at the sudden pain and inevitably tightening on the cocks inside of him.
“Cheng-er,” Wen Ruohan growled, and his hips stuttered. The sound of Wen Ruohan’s thrusts grew distinctly wetter and Jiang Cheng shivered at the sensation.
“Done already?” Lan Qiren asked.
“Hardly,” Wen Ruohan panted. “You can take over the pace, but I’m not done until he’s stuffed.”
Stuffed? Jiang Cheng thought, confused. He already felt stuffed full. How much more stuffed could he get?!
But thoughts were soon driven out of his head as Lan Qiren began thrusting. Wen Ruohan groaned against Jiang Cheng’s back as Lan Qiren pounded both of them, driving into Jiang Cheng alongside Wen Ruohan’s cock. With both of them inside him there was no angle that didn’t hit that pleasurable spot inside him, and now that he’d adjusted to both cocks inside him another orgasm was building quickly.
And it didn’t take long for Wen Ruohan’s cock to harden again, stretching Jiang Cheng once more to his limit.
“I— I—“ Jiang Cheng gasped. His erection was bouncing against his belly with each of Lan Qiren’s thrusts, smearing precome between them.
“You want to come?” Lan Qiren asked. “Then come.”
“But—“ Jiang Cheng wanted to come so badly now, but would they stop when he did?
“You can hold off if you like,” Wen Ruohan said, apparently fully recovered as he began matching Lan Qiren’s pace, both of them stretching Jiang Cheng’s sensitive hole to its limit. “We won’t stop until we’re satisfied either way.”
“Not until you’re full,” Lan Qiren said, pressing on Jiang Cheng’s belly.
Jiang Cheng cried out at the pressure and looked down reflexively.
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpered. “Laoshi, Shifu, you— it’s too much!”
He could see them. Jiang Cheng could see their cocks making his belly bulge with each deep thrust. The wet squelching sound seemed even louder in his ears.
“It’s not enough,” Lan Qiren said. He hooked his free arm under the leg Wen Ruohan had been holding up and leaned back even as he thrust deeper than ever into Jiang Cheng’s insides. “You see how well you take us, Cheng-er? You can take more.”
“M—more?” Jiang Cheng stuttered.
“Watch,” Wen Ruohan said in his ear. Wen Ruohan’s chin was hooked over Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, gaze avidly fixed on Jiang Cheng’s belly as it grew and shrank with each thrust.
Whimpering, Jiang Cheng obeyed, keeping his blurred vision on the motion of the cocks spreading him apart. And then he saw what they wanted him to see.
With a gasping groan, Lan Qiren came. Jiang Cheng felt the way Lan Qiren’s cock twitched, and he also saw it, quivering under his skin. But more than that, he saw the way his belly swelled with Lan Qiren’s copious amount of come as he was pumped full.
“Oh,” Jiang Cheng said in a soft rasp. “Full of come.”
Wen Ruohan’s chest vibrated against his back with a low laugh. “Exactly so, Cheng-er. Your Laoshi and Shifu have been waiting for this evening.” He sank his teeth into the juncture of Jiang Cheng’s neck and shoulder, making him cry out.
Sweat beading his brow, Lan Qiren smiled. “We’ve been saving up,” he said. “We wanted to see if we can get that tiny waist of yours to look pregnant.”
“What?” Jiang Cheng gasped, distracted by the painful pleasure of Wen Ruohan’s bite.
Wen Ruohan’s teeth released him and he spoke slowly and clearly into Jiang Cheng’s ear. “We’re going to pump you full of so much come that you look pregnant, Cheng-er,” he said. “Bulging with our pleasure. Won’t that be nice?”
Jiang Cheng shook his head. “That’s not— not possible!” But after all, he didn’t really know. “Is it?”
“We’ll find out, won’t we?” Wen Ruohan said. He shifted, adjusting his grip along with Lan Qiren so that Lan Qiren had his arms hooked under both of Jiang Cheng’s legs. Wen Ruohan’s newly freed hand snaked up to bracket Jiang Cheng’s throat again. “Now it’s Shifu’s turn,” he said, using the hand on Jiang Cheng’s neck to tilt his head back.
Jiang Cheng was completely pinned, helpless to resist as Wen Ruohan fucked up into him. The come mixed with lube made it easy for that thick cock to drive into him, and he could only let out choked-off whimpers as Wen Ruohan kept teasing his nipples. The hand around his neck kept him from looking down, but it didn’t matter. He could feel the way Lan Qiren was hardening again, stretching his rim wider, starting to rock up into him along with Wen Ruohan.
“Amazing, isn’t it, Cheng-er?” Wen Ruohan panted into his ear. “Being stuffed full like this. You take it so well.” He punctuated the word with a hard buck of his hips and a tightening of the hand on Jiang Cheng’s throat.
“Nngh!” Jiang Cheng grunted.
“Don’t choke him too hard, Ruohan,” Lan Qiren said, settling into Wen Ruohan’s rhythm.
“Just a bit of pressure,” Wen Ruohan replied. “Just to remind him what it felt like having his throat full of cock, hm?”
Jiang Cheng shivered at the reminder, unconsciously tightening around the cocks inside him, and both of the older men moaned.
“Yes, you like that, don’t you Cheng-er?” Wen Ruohan growled. His thrusts grew faster. “Next time we’ll spitroast you, how does that sound? My cock down your throat, your Laoshi pounding your ass, forcing you to swallow even more?”
It was too much. Wen Ruohan’s hand on his throat, the stretch of his rim as two fully erect cocks drove into him, the wet sound of come and lube that he knew was leaking out of his ass, and the thought of a next time, that Wen Ruohan and Lan Qiren would want to do this again?
Jiang Cheng wailed as he came, arching his back as much as he could and clenching down on the men buried inside him. His poor rim was stretched so wide, and it quivered as come spurted from his cock, smearing between his belly and Lan Qiren’s.
“Oh, Cheng-er, you liked the sound of that, didn’t you?” Wen Ruohan laughed breathlessly, not slowing in the slightest.
“Such a good boy,” Lan Qiren said. He hiked Jiang Cheng a bit higher, making Jiang Cheng cry out at the new angles. “I think we can make you come again, hm?”
Tears leaked from the corners of Jiang Cheng’s eyes. They hadn’t stopped, and after coming he was just so sensitive. Something warm and wet touched his cheek — Wen Ruohan’s tongue, licking up his tears.
“You can take it,” Wen Ruohan growled. He nipped at Jiang Cheng’s ear again. “You’ll take— all— of— it—!” Every word was emphasized with a deep, hard buck of Wen Ruohan’s hips. It seemed that Wen Ruohan had been close to the edge too, because his teeth dug into Jiang Cheng’s earlobe and he let out a low groan, driving deep inside.
The hand on Jiang Cheng’s throat relaxed and through tear-filled eyes he looked down, unable to resist.
He could still see the bulge of the cocks inside of him, pressing against his belly from the inside. But his stomach was also more distended than before, he was sure of it.
Wen Ruohan let go of his ear with a final groan. His chin hooked over Jiang Cheng’s shoulder and the hand that had been tormenting Jiang Cheng’s nipples moved down to caress his belly. “Mmm, we’re getting there, Qiren.”
“Just a few more rounds,” Lan Qiren agreed. “Take his legs. Hold him a bit wider for me.”
Jiang Cheng whined as Wen Ruohan hooked his legs and stretched them apart. His hole was well stretched by now, but he could feel the tension in his inner thighs as Wen Ruohan pulled. Lan Qiren moved his hands to Jiang Cheng’s hips, holding him in place. His gaze was locked on where his cock disappeared into Jiang Cheng’s body.
“Now that we’re all warmed up…” Lan Qiren muttered, bracing his legs.
It was the only warning that Jiang Cheng got. He yelped as Lan Qiren began thrusting at a brutally fast pace. It was so much. He was so overwhelmed he couldn’t even cling to Lan Qiren’s shoulders any more, grip going slack, head rolling back onto Wen Ruohan’s shoulders.
The only sounds were Lan Qiren’s soft grunts, Wen Ruohan’s harsh breath, the slap of skin on skin, and the unmistakeable wet squelch of all the come being fucked out of Jiang Cheng’s hole. Jiang Cheng felt Wen Ruohan’s breathing ease and his cock grow hard again, forcing him to tighten around Lan Qiren’s onslaught.
Apparently recovered, Wen Ruohan began thrusting too. He didn’t quite have the same leverage Lan Qiren did, unable to pull as far out while still holding Jiang Cheng secure, but he could match Lan Qiren’s pace. As Lan Qiren thrust in, Wen Ruohan pulled back, so that each side of Jiang Cheng’s rim was being pushed and pulled in opposite directions.
All Jiang Cheng could do was moan brokenly. None of his muscles seemed to work. He was completely at their mercy, overstimulated and overwhelmed.
He wasn’t sure how long it went on. He could tell when they came again from the fresh gush inside of him. He felt more and more full as their come filled him up alongside their cocks. When Lan Qiren came Wen Ruohan would take over driving the pace, pushing Jiang Cheng forward to lean against Lan Qiren’s chest. Then after Wen Ruohan came he was again leaned back against Wen Ruohan.
The overstimulation was gradually overcome by pleasure again and he came, his own weak stream of come splashing over Lan Qiren’s abs. It only made them fuck him harder and he sobbed as his once again oversensitive body was forced to endure.
At last, at long last, they slowed. Both older men were panting for breath. Wen Ruohan had gotten a hand on Jiang Cheng’s nipple again and tweaked it hard as he came one last time, cock twitching weakly in Jiang Cheng’s hole.
“Come for us one more time, Cheng-er,” he said roughly. He pulled harder at Jiang Cheng’s nipple. “Just once more.”
“Shifu…” Jiang Cheng slurred. “Laoshi…”
Lan Qiren’s hand with its long, elegant fingers found Jiang Cheng’s cock and pulled him over the edge. With a hoarse cry he came again, a sad little dribble of come barely wetting Lan Qiren’s fingers.
“Good boy. So good for us,” Wen Ruohan groaned.
“Yes. Laoshi is so proud of you,” Lan Qiren agreed. “Just look, Cheng-er.”
Wen Ruohan helpfully took Jiang Cheng’s chin and directed his head down to look at his belly. Jiang Cheng stared, fascinated. He couldn’t see the outline of cock any more, instead his whole stomach was swollen.
“Full of your Shifu and Laoshi’s come,” Wen Ruohan said. “Go on. Press on it.”
Dazed, Jiang Cheng somehow made his arm obey him so he could lay a hand on his belly. He pushed and it squished. Wetness leaked out around the softening cocks still stuffing his hole. “Ohhhh,” he moaned.
Lan Qiren grunted and his hips twitched, but then he shook his head. “Ah. That was so hot, Cheng-er, but I’m afraid I’m tapped.”
Wen Ruohan laughed, jostling Jiang Cheng and pulling another moan out of him. “Who knows if any of us will be able to walk tomorrow.”
Jiang Cheng moaned softly. He couldn’t even feel his legs.
“On three,” Lan Qiren said. “One… two… three.”
On the count Lan Qiren and Wen Ruohan awkwardly sank down. Both of them slid free from Jiang Cheng’s hole and Jiang Cheng let out a sob as he clenched down on nothing. Somehow they got him laid out on his back on the floor cushions.
Wen Ruohan lifted his head up. “Look, Cheng-er.”
Exhausted, Jiang Cheng opened eyes he hadn’t realized had slipped closed. HIs stomach was still rounded. His ass felt wet and empty.
Lan Qiren pushed up his legs so he was curled into himself and he moaned at the sudden pressure on his belly. But then, as he was pushed further, he could see his poor hole. It was twitching, not fully closed, and come oozed out of it. Lan Qiren pushed a bit more and there was an answering gush of come.
“Gorgeous,” Wen Ruohan said. “We should take a picture for posterity.”
Lan Qiren tsked. “No one should see this but us. I won’t risk photos being hacked. Perhaps next time I’ll do a painting, hm?”
“Oh yes, painting,” Wen Ruohan chuckled. “We also use painting to deal with stress, Cheng-er. I think this was more effective, though, don’t you?”
Jiang Cheng watched come oozing out of his ass in fascination. “Yeah,” he managed. Every muscle in his body was relaxed. He could barely assemble any thoughts.
They had been true to their word. His stress had been managed.
They had taken care of him very, very well.