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Wei Wuxian never got the hang of his own body. 

He didn't mind the scars, at least the ones on his torso.  He enjoyed how strong he was once he'd built up his golden core, and the flow of moving through sword forms a little too fast, with a little too much power behind his blows. But otherwise, his was an annoying body. 

Some days his body could make him feel queasy and creature-like, like someone had shoved his soul into a half-dead mess which didn't fit, and he had outgrown the shape of his body. He tried to wash the feeling away by swimming under the wooden walkways to more private sections of the lake, scrubbing at his skin with coarse mud until he felt a little more real, skin raw.  On other days Wei Wuxian could wash his small breasts and lady bits in a well-lit room, without feeling anything more than slight curiosity about what a proper woman's breasts might feel like in his hands, wondering about the clench of their cunt around his fingers. 

Jiang-shushu hadn't minded much when, a few months after finding a little boy called Wei Ying on the streets, he'd found out that Wei Ying's body wasn't right. Jiang-shushu just nodded when Wei Ying explained that he was boy, but also being a girl wasn't very safe, but that was okay because he was happier being a boy anyway.  After an awkward few days when Jiang-shushu had told Wei Ying to consider if he wanted to be Jiang Yanli's shimei instead of shidi, he'd never mentioned it again except in the most awkward obfuscations imaginable. 

Madame Yu had been firmly in favour of Wei Ying being a boy. 

"Of course, he's a boy, Fengmian. Just look at him," she'd said, with that sneer she had for muddy footprints, cold tea, and Wei Ying in particular. "I certainly won't look kindly on you if you ask me to turn him into a girl, out of some twisted sense of propriety. What would the Jin think if suddenly the boy everyone knows you took in was sharing rooms and lessons with A'Li?" 

Wei Ying didn't want to be a girl for another reason then, because he was a little scared of being around Madame Yu, and if he was a girl then she would be in charge of him as the Mistress of Lotus Pier. That sounded awful, and Jiang Yanli was still his Shijie either way. 

When Wei Wuxian was a little older, floating half-hidden by tall reeds, he would watch the other boys of Lotus Pier swim naked and talk about sex. He was welcome to join them, he was a boy after all, but sometimes it was easier to let his mind drift over problems like the flood barrier talisman arrays while listening to the noise and activity of other people, swimming and ducking and kicking whenever he got stuck. 

(His shidis and shixiongs didn't mind that Wei Wuxian didn't swim naked with them. Enough had seen the edges of his scars, and for all that Liu Zhibo was very encouraging, no one bullied him about hiding his body from the other boys and men.)

He didn't find the talk about sex very interesting. It was informative, but not very distracting. It was easy to keep his mind on whatever problem he was gnawing at, or at least not more difficult than in any other location (which was quite difficult, because there were so many thoughts to have, and not nearly enough daylight to have them all in, but Wei Wuxian didn't get hard and stupid talking about sex, not like the other boys).

He wasn't sure if that was because his body wasn't like other boys, or because listening to Zeng Mingtian talking about kissing Gu Shan, (whose mother was one of the leatherworkers in Lotus Cove, but Wei Wuxian knew Zeng Mingtian had never spoken to), was more embarrassing than titillating. Wei Wuxian preferred talking to Gu Shan himself, flicking his ponytail in a way which made her blush, and maybe teasing his fingers right on the edge of her worktable, so they could touch if she chose to reach out.  

Wei Wuxian liked flirting with the market girls, and he was rather good at it too. He had fun, but kisses or anything more would probably be bad, in ways Wei Wuxian couldn't even pin down. Madame Yu would likely take very immediate and violent responsibility for him, if Wei Wuxian started seducing maidens, or worse, young shidis. 

Wei Wuxian wasn't scared of his body, although he was a little terrified of pregnancy. Babies were very fragile, and when the wind was still, he could hear women screaming from the birthing hut across the water. His place for all of that didn't bleed often, which he was thankful for, although Shijie was a little worried about it (she was much better at tracking the moons than he ever was). When that place was bleeding, shoving two fingers into it and grinding helplessly for as long as he could stand made the pain feel a lot easier to bear for a while. Watching the blood swirl away from his fingers into the river was nice too, like he was giving his excess Yin to the river. 

The only times he played with himself which felt easier, not a frantic and confusing fight, his confusing body demanding things he didn't want to give it, was when he watched some of his shixiong fuck. Watching older boys was okay, because that was what boys did, and if they didn't want to be seen they wouldn't fuck in public.

Liu Zhibo and Tang Junjie had a specific place they went, mostly hidden by clustering bamboo, but close enough to the sword practice grounds that everyone knew what they were doing. They liked to get their hands and mouths on each other. Liu Zhibo was all desperate speed and thrashing desire, for the first round just after practice, but they were both slower for their usual second go, once they'd calmed down a little. Liu Zhibo usually talked about girls, while Tang Junjie was sucking on Liu Zhibo's cock, fucking into his own fist. Tang Junjie looked pained, whenever he made himself come, but Liu Zhibo flopped over laughing, relaxed and joyful, and just as likely to drop kisses in Tang Junjie's hair as push him into the river. 

It looked like fun.

Wei Wuxian was pretty sure he had never made himself climax. He was probably touching himself wrong, but he wasn't going to watch girls, not even if he paid for them.

Climax sounded dramatic, and looked almost painful when Tang Junjie yanked it out of himself. That wasn't much like the intangible relief Wei Wuxian felt when he used his fingers inside, even if it spent so long at the task that his fingers were wrinkled like dried plums. 

He wasn't sure what climax even looked like, for girls' bodies, because he'd never managed to spurt like the boys did, and he wasn't as sloppily relaxed as they were after either. He never reached a point of not being able to touch himself anymore, not like Liu Zhibo who would start whining and pushing Tang Junjie away. Although sometimes the uncomfortable feeling of his own body ripped through to the front of his mind, the wrongness sudden and sharp, and he had to stop (or keep going with silent tears running down his face). Or when he got a cramp in his fingering hand.

It would be different if he had a cock, like the boys. Jiang Cheng's cock was nice. Not too big, and not easily excited (Jiang Cheng didn't disappear for a few minutes after sword practice nearly as often as most of the shidis), so it looked perfect for Wei Wuxian. He wanted a cock like that one, not like the one tucked up in his body, that he squeezed between two fingertips hoping that this time it might change. 

The first time Wei Wuxian thought he might have climaxed, was very almost sure he had, was at the Cloud Recesses. Nie-xiong's books had been very inspiring, and he had a toy as well, which he had smirked about after showing Wei Wuxian, and certainly knew he had 'borrowed'. It was shaped more like a crane's curving head and neck than a prick, made of polished and waxed wood. The toy felt good pressed inside. Very good. Wei Wuxian liked having something inside him to press on strange places especially behind his dick, his hands more free to touch his cock. It felt even better to clutch the flared end of Nie-xiong's toy between his thighs while his thoughts wandered, imagining someone on their knees in front of him, taking him in their mouth.

(Nie-xiong would definitely have arranged for Wei Wuxian to watch women pleasure themselves, if he had ever mentioned the problem of not quite knowing what to do with himself, but the Cloud Recesses was hardly the place to find beautiful women to watch and Wei Wuxian wasn't sure that challenging Nie-xiong would go well for him. It was much more fun to gossip about girls, and bluster about how Nie-xiong was very fun, but he wasn't interested in sharing hands because Wei Wuxian was desperately in love with someone named A'Ping in Lotus Cove, so he couldn't possibly betray her by trying things with Nie-xiong after the Lans fell asleep.)

Wei Wuxian still didn't want to anyone to touch him. 

He wouldn't mind touching a pretty girl, or a maybe playing with a boy with an open mouth in the lake, or even taking Nie-xiong into his mouth to see why Tang Junjie liked it so much. (He even imagined he was Tang Junjie, who was sucking Wei Wuxian's cock behind the bamboo, a thought that tangled around his feet like water weed dragging him under.) 

But he didn't want someone to open his robes and see that he was wrong. He didn't want to disappoint a girl (or even Nie-xiong who would likely be very dramatic about it all), unable to provide what they might want. It didn't matter much. Wei Wuxian was never going to marry, even if Madame Yu would champion him as a groom. He hardly wanted to see a woman, his wife, looking down at him with confusion and displeasure through the red of a veil. 

It didn't matter much. 

After the fall of Lotus Pier, Wei Wuxian stopped touching himself. He stopped bleeding, in the Burial Mounds, which was both a relief and a thorned bramble in his belly. 

He didn't even get the urge to touch himself after the Burial Mounds, or perhaps it was after Lotus Pier burnt. 

He didn't need to twist on his fingers for pain relief, either, not that there was time for that. Most people's Sunshot Campaign had rest spots, and slow periods, when a section of the armies were entrenched somewhere, waiting. Wei Wuxian's war wasn't like that. There was always something more to do, and somewhere else to be, and more ghosts to listen to as they whispered resentful secrets of the Wen they had been or the Wen that had killed them. There were always more corpses to raise, and no time for thought.

Of course, there wasn't anyone to watch either. Liu Zhibo had died. Tang Junjie was vicious in battle, almost feral, likely bite anyone who put their cock in his mouth.   

Wei Wuxian was so full of resentful energy that he scared the entire Jianghu into calling him a demonic cultivator, but his body was collapsing, Yin shedding off him like the dirty blood that no longer came. 

The voices of the Burial Mounds, and the resentful energy that swirled through him, keeping his shattered bones together in something resembling a human shape, kept trying to be helpful. The energy would twist away from his control, when he got distracted, and try to remake the rest of his body into the shape he knew it should be. 

Of course, he had no ability to store the Yang energy his body might need to finish the task. It was almost funny.

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Waking up in possession of Mo Xuanyu's body was very strange. The body was both extremely easy to slip into, like a shoe worn to the shape of his foot, and deeply uncomfortable at other times. 

Wei Wuxian was sure he hadn't been a cutsleeve, back in his old body. He would have followed through on Nie-xiong's very obvious flirtations if he had been. Watching his shixiong fuck had just been one of those things that boys did, especially one like him, because he was curious. But Mo Xuanyu was a cutsleeve, or had been, and his body was a cutsleeve body, so Wei Wuxian was a cutsleeve now. Probably. Maybe. It was hard to tell, really.

It was rather fun to pretend, even if he wasn't. The way Lan Wangji ignored all his ridiculous flirtations and grasping hands, compliments yelled from the back of Little Apple was hilarious.  The Lan juniors became increasingly concerned for either 'Mo-gongzi's mental state, or Lan Wangji's virtue was even better. 

As a strategy to secure his escape it wasn't working, because Wei Wuxian was still being forcibly taken to the Cloud Recesses, but he was trying.

He really could do with some privacy though. He hadn't had nearly enough time to explore Mo Xuanyu's body, and camping with a Lan on guard (however junior) made him awkwardly unwilling to spend the time he needed to drop his trousers and explore Mo Xuanyu's almost-constantly erect prick.

Mo Xuanyu's body was definitely more interested in sex than Wei Wuxian's had ever been. It had to be more interested than most men. There was no way this was normal.

To finally have a cock was stranger than Wei Wuxian had thought it would be. It got hard whenever it liked, even when Wei Wuxian wasn't thinking about anything sexy. It flopped between his legs, and pressed against his thigh, and he could feel it moving as he walked. The feeling was amazing, but also very new, and Wei Wuxian had got into the habit of flirting outrageously with Lan Wangji whenever his body was doing something particularly awkward, so at least if he was blushing, everyone would assume it was on purpose. 

Mo Xuanyu's cock was uncontrollable. It popped up all on its own, every morning, and after exercise, and whenever Wei Wuxian's mind wandered, and often when he was thinking about food, or the shape of a tree trunk. Riding Little Apple was a very frustrating prospect. 

The cock popping up whenever it liked was fun, and tantalising, and distracted him from the prospect of being marched to the Cloud Recesses in a stolen body, a suspected demonic cultivator. But he didn't have any privacy to explore it further, with all the Lans about.

Aside from the cock and its strangeness, there was a certain level of familiarity of being in Mo Xuanyu's body. He felt awkwardly weak, like the glimmer of golden core in Mo Xuanyu's belly should take up more space. Wei Wuxian knew hunger, just like this body did. Wei Wuxian moved his hips in the same way as Mo Xuanyu did. Mo Xuanyu's body felt easy to laugh in, even though he was rather sure Mo Xuanyu hadn't laughed often at all. 

It was sad too. He wasn't sure, because Mo Xuanyu hadn't exactly left good notes, but it would have been better if Wei Wuxian had been alive, with his own body, and they'd been able to switch. Mo Xuanyu liked boys, and makeup, and wanted to be pretty, and was passably good at demonic cultivation. Wei Wuxian in his old body had liked girls, hated even the idea of dressing pretty, and was extremely good at making himself useful with ghosts and corpses. They would have done quite well in each other's bodies. 

It wasn't fair that Mo Xuanyu didn't get to have the body he wanted, not that it was fair to Wei Wuxian to be trapped in a new body and dragged up a mountain, but at least he finally got a chance to have his very own cock, even if it was very easily excited. 

Wei Wuxian hadn't appreciating being slung over Lan Wangji's shoulder and dragged to the Cloud Recesses to be imprisoned in Lan Wangji's rooms, but Mo Xuanyu's body had. 

Lan Wangji's body was hard, which meant Wei Wuxian's new cock was hard, pressed against Lan Wangji's firm chest. Every sensation of them rubbing together was like a bright light going off in his face, startling, before it softened to background distraction. Except each distraction was layering on the ones before, so it wasn't so much background distraction as everything distraction. Every little bit of his skin was on fire with wanting. 

It went on for so long. All the way from the gates of the Cloud Recesses to Lan Wangji's home in the Jingshi, their bodies touching, his dick crushed against Lan Wangji's firm chest even as it kept getting harder, trying to burrow into Lan Wangji, probably, the traitorous thing. 

Lan Wangji ignoring him, for all that Wei Wuxian was whining in his ears, begging to be let go, to walk himself, to go back to Caiyi. His hard cock was aching, uncomfortably squished. His face was probably as red as good wedding robes.

"Please," Wei Wuxian begged, "just let me go. I'll walk. No running in the Cloud Recesses, I know. I won't run."

"No," Lan Wangji said, his big hand holding Wei Wuxian's thigh still. His thumb was on the inside edge of his thigh. Close to his new balls. Close to his arse. Close to--

How was Lan Wangji pretending not to notice when Wei Wuxian's erection was as firm as jade, rubbing against his firm pecs? Was this a cutsleeve problem? Did Lan Wangji not notice because Wei Wuxian wasn't a girl? Was that why he didn't care that he was carrying around a cutsleeve who was so lustful he was ready to fuck Lan Zhan's armpit? 

The juniors and any other bothersome Lans were left behind when Lan Wangji carried him into the Jingshi. It was silent. Wei Wuxian had stopped begging, instead he was just hanging over Lan Wangji's shoulder, waiting. 

By the time Lan Wangji dropped Wei Wuxian on his own bed, Wei Wuxian's body was feeling insane. 

He didn't know what to do with how shakingly intense every breath he took felt. The movement of his own clothing across his skin, across the outrageous pressure of his cock, was enough to make him feel a little mad. He wiggled on the bed, just to feel the movement of his own clothes across his cock, a rush of relief that the pressure of being pressed against Lan Zhan had disappeared, and desperation. He wanted more. This body was just like the most annoying young shidi, tugged around by his hard prick.

There was nothing else to do, but keep going. 

He was Mo-gongzi, shameless cutsleeve, and Lan Wangji would definitely give up on him very soon. 

"Hanguang-jun is a bully," Wei Wuxian muttered. He really wanted to get his hand on his cock, so he threw his arms wide across the bed, like he was on display. 

"Hm?"

"He is!" Wei Wuxian insisted. "He carries cutsleeves through the Cloud Recesses and throws them down on his bed, without even bothering to ask if they would prefer to fuck standing up."

"Would you?" Lan Wangji said, his voice slow. "Prefer to fuck standing up."

The man was just looking at him.

Wei Wuxian couldn't tell what it meant. It was as familiar as the scornful dismissal Lan Wangji had thrown at him back in his own body, like he was being disected.

But worse.

More. 

"You're a bully!" Wei Wuxian repeated. 

"Hm." 

"You agree with me. I knew it. You'd better stop, Lan-er-gongzi."

"Why?"

It was as if Lan Wangji was peeling the clothes off Wei Wuxian's body with his imagination, to see his body underneath. Like he was peeling Mo Xuanyu's body off Wei Wuxian's soul, to see the dirty mess of him under the smooth pretty skin of Mo Xuanyu--

"Why?" Wei Wuxian repeated. He couldn't think properly.

"Why should I stop?"

"Because--" he said, whining, squirming under Lan Wangji's gaze. "Because I don't like it."

"You like it," Lan Zhan said, curious. His eyes were on Wei Wuxian's hard cock, the shape of it poking through his messy robes. 

Wei Wuxian bit his lip. Mo Xuanyu's lip. This would never have happened in his old body. His old body wasn't like this. Not desperate. Not a cutsleeve. His old body hadn't felt Lan Zhan's eyes like it was fingers stroking him everywhere all at once.

"Because if you don't stop bullying me, I'll come!"   

Lan Zhan's eyebrow twitched, a moment of annoyance. It was like his face was haunted by the ghostly remnants of every disapproving Lan who had ever carved a new rule into the wall. It was just like the expression he'd had when they were young, and couldn't be bothered to articulate exactly why Wei Wuxian was a disappointment this time. 

Wei Wuxian didn't know it would happen. 

He didn't know how to stop it.

Everything was too hot.  

Lan Wangji's eyes dragged down Wei Wuxian's body. It felt like fingers across his skin, under his skin, all over his mind. 

His whole body shivered and shuddered. He bucked up into the air, like he was chasing that gaze because it wasn't quite enough but it was--

He moaned, his hands grabbing at the bedding, his body twisting in place.

Wei Wuxian dropped. Limp on Lan Wangji's bed. 

Oh. 

Oh.

Was that what climax felt like? Wow. No wonder Liu Zhibo and Tang Junjie had done it all the time.

Wei Wuxian definitely had never managed that in his original body.

Lan Wangji's made a single shocked and aborted "hm?" noise as he looked down at him. 

Wei Wuxian could not meet his eyes. 

What a disappointment he must be. A pervert. What kind of self respecting demonic cultivator comes in his pants because his enemy looks at him with stern disinterest? 

Wei Wuxian can never let Lan Wangji know he's Wei Wuxian. Not ever. Not just because being Wei Wuxian, Yiling Laozu, is a problem, but because he'd never be able to look him in the eye again. 

Everyone knows that Mo Xuanyu was so perverted, such a lustful cutsleeve as to get himself thrown out of Jinlintai, which surely must be an impossible feat, to be too sexual for the Lanling Jin. Mo Xuanyu must have inherited his father's sexual appetites, if not their type, because it's can't be normal for a man to come just from being looked at, by someone who thinks you shameful, and might want you dead.

Wei Wuxian will never get used to this body.  

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Wei Wuxian absolutely loved Mo Xuanyu's body. It was so needy. It got desperate and whining, and Lan Zhan loved bullying him through climaxes until he was bucking against nothing, and his cock wouldn't rise, and pressing his fingers deep against that spot inside him just made him cry and shiver, every drop of come already split, even as he kept trying to release more. 

(He's come to the conclusion that his old body probably didn't like sex very much, or that having the right parts just made everything so much easier.)

Lan Zhan loved Wei Wuxian, and apparently didn't care at all about what body he was in, but did care, quite a lot, about what was inserted into his body. Which is why when Wei Wuxian finally wore him down, with a sequence of increasingly elaborate dreams in the incense burner about how good it would be if there were two Lan Zhans, so that Wei Wuxian could have one in his arse and one in his mouth at the same time, Lan Zhan finally gave in.

The first time he mentioned it was after he had tried to bring his old body into the incense burner dream, but it hadn't worked right. Instead there had been Wei Wuxian in his original body, if he had all the right parts, without an extra hole to fuck, with a Wei Wuxian-flavoured Mo Xuanyu and Lan Wangji, who had been very enthusiastic when one took his mouth and the other his arse.

"I don't want anyone but you," Wei Wuxian said, licking his way up Lan Zhan's thighs to get off the last of their mutual nocturnal mess, "I just want to know if--"

Lan Zhan pet the side of his face, his fingers splayed wide to hold his jaw. 

"What?"

"I want to know--the incense burner is fun, but I want to know if it's real."

"Hm." Lan Zhan said, tucking a thumb into Wei Wuxian's mouth, pressing against his teeth. "Who?"

Wei Wuxian sucked, and licked, and finally Lan Zhan pulled away enough for him to speak.

"Tang Junjie? Although he lost a leg during the Sunshot Campaign so that might affect logistics. He can't teach sword forms or even moving meditation anymore, so that has to be a balance problem. I think he would say yes."

"No."

"He's really good with his mouth," Wei Wuxian promised. "Not that I know, personally, but he likes being watched so I've seen."

"We are not asking one of Jiang Wanyin's disciples."

"Nie-xiong?" Wei Wuxian said, even as he chased Lan Zhan's fingers with his tongue. 

"Hm." 

Lan Zhan fucked Wei Wuxian's mouth with two fingers. Deep and hard and relentless. He spent so long on the task that Wei Wuxian was struggling to hold himself up, his arms shaking. Wei Wuxian couldn't see through his blurry tears, just taking it, Lan Zhan's other hand holding his chin still.  

"Yes," Lan Zhan said. Wei Wuxian was trying to grind his cock against Lan Zhan's immovable thigh, but he couldn't quite reach. Mean. Cruel.  "Nie-zongzhu can fuck Wei Ying's mouth."

Wei Wuxian drooled, trying to nod, his throat spasming around Lan Zhan's fingers. Lan Zhan wrapped his other hand around Wei Wuxian's throat to feel the movement, the shape of himself inside. 

Wei Wuxian taught some tiny Lans that day, sipping on cold tea whenever he needed to cough. Lan Gu asked very politely if he had a sore throat, and needed to see Lan-daifu.

Nie Huaisang pretended he had no idea what and why and with whom Wei Wuxian might be asking for an 'interpersonal favour', because really, him? Everyone knows that Nie Huaisang is no great lover, just an appreciator of fine and beautiful things, honestly. His eyes kept dropping to Wei Wuxian's mouth, though, and his fluttering fan kept brushing against Wei Wuxian's arm or thigh or waist in increasingly tantalising ways while he talked nonsense about finding good cherry wood for carving.

"I'm not asking for much, Nie-xiong," Wei Wuxian pleaded. "I just want to know if swallowing your cock while Lan Zhan fucks me open is harder than it is in my dreams."

Nie Huaisang's lips twitched, so Wei Wuxian dropped to his knees to improve the particular quality of his pleading. 

"It's always too easy in my dreams," he said, tugging at the corner of his lips with one finger. "In my dreams, I don't gag at all. But Lan Zhan likes it when I can't breathe, he's huge, of course it's hard to breath. I like it too, and I only have this idea because of the book you showed me when we were teens, you know. I was perfectly unsullied, my mind innocent, until you so rudely put such thoughts of being fucked by multiple men in my mind. Won't you take responsibility, Nie-zongzhu?"

Nie Huaisang sighed, like he had never been asked for such an onerous task. 

"So long as you stop telling me how big Lan-er-gongzi's cock is if he's not going to use it on me."

Nie Huaisang followed Wei Wuxian home to the Jingshi that night, which was very appropriately named, given the layering of muffling talismans and silencing arrays carved into each window.  

Lan Zhan was in charge of direction. 

He got Wei Wuxian all worked up, begging, pleading, showing off for their audience who was politely (for Nie Huaisang) waiting his turn. 

"Am I allowed to look?" Wei Wuxian asked, nipping at Lan Zhan's fingertips. 

"Am I allowed to look?" Nie Huaisang muttered, twisting his head like he was searching for a better angle. 

Lan Zhan nodded. 

He turned Wei Wuxian so he was trapped in his arms, his back to Lan Zhan's front, looking straight at Nie Huaisang. Lan Zhan got his hands under Wei Wuxian's robes, more dishevelment than undressing, opening some, pushing a layer up, yanking another down, while he rocked his covered erection against Wei Wuxian's arse with intent. 

Nie Huaisang was very precise as he undressed, fussy like Lan Zhan could be, so Wei Wuxian stopped whining and let himself be manhandled, undressed, watching the show. He drapped his robes so they wouldn't crease. He folded his under garments. When he took off his shirt, the fabric caught on something underneath, metal shining as it was revealed.

There was jewelry on his nipples. The nipples were erect, swollen with blood, with green jade beads dangling from a short length of chain. 

"How?" Wei Wuxian asked, rocking forward for a closer look. Lan Zhan's hands on his body held him still, trapped, his arms tangled up in his own sleeves because Lan Zhan hadn't finished undressing him.

Nie Huaisang took a single step forward, not close enough to touch, and flicked one jewel with his finger. His face shuddered, his mouth open, and his hips thrust forward once.

"They're little clamps, see," he said, "they screw tighter if I want them to."

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian moaned, as Lan Zhan pinched both his nipples at once, tight, hard, the nails he kept long for guqin meaning the right nipple was so much more painful than the left, sharp enough to make him yelp.

Nie Huaisang stepped forward, and finally got his hand on Wei Wuxian's cheek, the back of his neck, tugging through his hair, and directed his head so Wei Wuxian could get that jeweled nipple in his mouth. Wei Wuxian flicked his tongue over the metal, the jade clinking against his teeth. It was warm. When he pressed down with his lips Nie-xiong gasped. When he sucked, Nie-xiong swore, his hand tight in Wei Wuxian's hair. 

"Good?" Lan Zhan asked.

Wei Wuxian nodded, tugging at Nie-xiong's nipple and the jewelry, and the clamp slipped just a little between his teeth so he stopped moving. 

Nie-xiong laughed, his chest moving. Wei Wuxian hummed, not letting go of the prize in his mouth, even as Lan Zhan got the last of his clothes off.

Then Lan Zhan's big fingers were inside him, and Nie-xiong pulled his nipple away from Wei Wuxian's mouth, the jewel dragged across his tongue. 

He moved, which was mean. Wei Wuxian got him here, and he just wanted him in his mouth. Nie-xiong didn't have to move, just so he could look properly at where Lan Zhan was opening him up. He was being too slow. Performing. Lan Zhan pulled back so just the tip of one finger was tracing slow circles around his hole. 

Wei Wuxian whined. He knew he was whining. Was it too much to ask for one of these men to fuck him already? 

"Please, Lan Zhan, Nie-xiong, you're being so mean."

Nie-xiong shoved two fingers into his mouth, which wasn't the right thing to shove in his mouth. His cock was right there. Surely he wanted his cock sucked more than his fingers? 

Wei Wuxian proved he could suck fingers almost as good, except Lan Zhan was being mean again. Sometimes he dragged a finger around his hole, or down to his balls, and then he'd thrust it relentless, deep, sudden, curling up against that spot with--oh fuck-- his long fingernails, scraping inside. 

Wei Wuxian stilled. A stuttering moment of not knowing what he was doing, but then Nie-xiong was curling his fingers, nails clicking against his teeth. Matching.

Nie-xiong is impatient. He doesn't ask, or wait, or do more than pull his spit-covered fingers from Wei Wuxian's mouth, drag them down his cheek, and push his cock into Wei Wuxian's open mouth.

That--good. Different. His tongue can reach different places. His lips aren't quite as stretched at the corners, not like Lan Zhan. Nie-xiong also doesn't wait. 

He just started fucking, holding Wei Wuxian steady with a hand on the back of his neck. 

His eyes were watering by the time Lan Zhan joined in, fucked into him, too fast, all at once. The stretch familiar and wanted and perfect. 

Nie-xiong stuttered a little, when Lan Zhan took over moving Wei Wuxian between them, but he just yanked at Wei Wuxian's hair until he was back in place. Open. Sucking. Empty then not empty and please, never empty again. 

Full. Wanted and needed and held safe. 

His mind was empty. 

"Wei Ying likes your jewelry," Lan Zhan said, thrusting steadily. 

"The artisan could make some for him," Nie Huaisang said, over Wei Wuxian's head. 

Wei Wuxian didn't care. They could talk all they liked, the thrill of being seen and centered and ignored all at once was tangling his mind, catching loose thoughts and dragging them into the swirling center of his wants which was blank. Empty. A sucking void of need. 

His mouth was full. His eyes closed and wet, moisture spilling onto his cheeks. Lan Zhan was being so careful as he thrust. More. Faster. Please. 

Wei Wuxian whined, humming around Nie-xiong.

"Hm."

Someone wiped tears from his face, and then slipped their thumb into his mouth.  

"Would you rather blue beads, or white?"

"Hm," Lan Zhan said, pulling Wei Wuxian back onto his cock.

"Yeah," Nie-xiong said, as he chased Wei Wuxian's mouth. Slower now. Steady. Rocking gently, into Wei Wuxian's open self, held still in his hands.

Everything was so good. 

Wei Wuxian dropped away into nothingness. 

"Well," Nie-xiong said, as he breathed heavily, half collapsed across Wei Wuxian's thighs, "that was fun. Was it a one-time offer?"

Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Zhan, whose hands were gripping his waist tight enough to bruise, and then forcing himself to let go, his breathing laboured as he rested his hands without holding tight. 

Jealous Lan Zhan was very fun.

"I'll let you know," Wei Wuxian promised, laughing, even as Lan Zhan gave in to the urge to take Wei Wuxian away, throwing him over his shoulder as though Wei Wuxian was going to run away to the Nie.