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Jiang Cheng looks peaceful when he sleeps, content in a way that his facial features can rarely muster when he's awake, plagued by the responsibilities of his life. Everyone in the room understands, of course. They're sect leaders themselves. It can be hard to let go.
Nie Huaisang sits closest to the sleeping man, he'd been plying him with wine all night, insisting that they have just one more. He likes the way the pink colours Jiang Cheng's cheeks when he is drunk, the way he blinks slowly and gets caught staring at things he shouldn't be more often.
Lan Xichen does not sit far away, sober but just as intoxicated by the air in the room and the charged atmosphere of the evening as everyone else. With Jin Guangyao by his side, they've kept up the guise of talking about serious matters between them, both secretly keeping their eyes closely trained on how Nie Huaisang had kissed Jiang Cheng's neck as he fell asleep.
They liked to pretend to be above these evenings they scheduled in to let off steam, but they never were. Both are just as enthusiastic about fucking and being fucked as Nie Huaisang is.
When they started this it'd been fumbled and awkward, drunk after an Alliance conference, and they'd all woken up crammed into one bed, sneaking around to avoid suspicion. By now it has become a practised routine, they know each other's bodies, and know what they want. There's no guilt or awkwardness or sneaking anymore, just the four of them putting everything aside for a night or two, as often as their duties will allow.
“Do we have the burden of amusing ourselves without him tonight, Di-di?” Jin Guangyao asks, eyes flicking to the way Jiang Cheng has drifted to sleep, slumped against a nearby pillar. His outer robe has been tugged at and pulled open to show a sliver of his chest. If they look closely there's still a faint purple mark they left behind last time.
Nie Huaisang, no matter how much he hates Jin Guangyao, knows him very well. He hears the suggestion in his voice and catches the dark flash in his eyes. It's hot. Sadly, he has to say that Jin Guangyao is hot sometimes when he's not murdering people. Sometimes, he likes the way his mind works.
“That'd be mean, you know how much he likes to be used… Can we really deny him that?” Nie Huaisang counters as he makes a show of leaning over and pulling Jiang Cheng's belt off, allowing the fabric to pool over his body as it pleases.
Jiang Cheng doesn't even stir, his eyes barely flutter. If it wasn't for the soft rise and fall of his chest, he could be mistaken for dead.
“Er-ge, did you know he even got himself ready for us earlier? I was teasing him about it, it'd be a shame to let it go to waste, hm?” Nie Huaisang gives Lan Xichen a pretty look through his lashes that he knows the man cannot say no to.
Honestly, the look wasn't needed, because Lan Xichen is already half-hard just thinking about it. Usually, they'd all take turns on Jiang Cheng anyway, fucking him until he cries and then continuing. Jin Guangyao in particular likes it when he cries. Sadist. The idea of slowly sliding into him while he sleeps, of seeing how much they can get away with without his body awakening… It's working for all three of them.
Nie Huaisang smiles at Lan Xichen's nod and springs into action, carefully pulling the layers of purple robes apart to reveal the body hidden beneath them. Jiang Cheng makes a soft noise in the back of his throat when Nie Huaisang's lips touch his cheek, leaning into the touch even while unconscious.
“Don't wake him,” Lan Xichen urges, his voice close by alerting Nie Huaisang to the fact that his friends have come to join him. Jin Guangyao finishes the job of stripping Jiang Cheng's robes off with practised movements, barely moving his limbs or body at all to have him revealed as fully nude.
Lan Xichen is the lucky one between Jiang Cheng's legs, able to press them open softly and reveal the jade plug pressed snugly into his hole. There's a little oil leaking from it where Jiang Cheng had prepared himself earlier for them.
Nie Huaisang watches them both, settling Jiang Cheng's sleeping torso onto him instead of the pillow so that he has the best view and the chance to stroke his hands all over that strong torso. His body is so relaxed, so pliant under Huaisang's fingertips, and he marvels at the feeling of his skin.
Meanwhile Lan Xichen, carefully, ever so slowly, removes the plug he'd had stuffed inside him. Jiang Cheng tenses slightly and Nie Huaisang holds up a hand to make Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen stop. They all go silent and still as Jiang Cheng lets out a soft whine and shifts his hips slightly in his sleep. Only when Jiang Cheng feels still in his arms again does Nie Huaisang nod at them to continue.
At some point, the sneaky bastard Jin Guangyao had managed to strip himself down to just his underwear. He pulls his hair out of the way and dips his head down to suck Jiang Cheng's soft cock into his mouth. Even the wet heat isn't enough to wake Jiang Cheng, but it is enough to start bringing his cock to hardness.
Lan Xichen, meanwhile, is slowly pressing against his opening. Not quite inside, teasing himself as he watches the display.
“Are you going to fuck him, or what?” Nie Huaisang asks impatiently. If he'd known he'd be left waiting, achingly hard as he watches, he'd have insisted on going first! There is only so much fun they can have before the man wakes up, after all. Surely he can't come while asleep? And he never lasts long when all three of them get to work with him.
“I was just savouring the view,” Lan Xichen admits with a charming smile. It almost works, it nearly makes Nie Huaisang forget to be impatient.
“The view will be even better once we start fucking him.” Nie Huaisang notices Jiang Cheng's mouth has fallen open so he carefully presses his thumb inside, rubbing it over the man's drooling tongue. Normally that action alone would be enough to make Jiang Cheng blush, for his eyes to blow out with want. Right now though, he just sleeps peacefully, sucking lightly on the intrusion. It’s an instinct as natural as breathing.
Lan Xichen wastes no more time pushing himself slowly inside Jiang Cheng's needy hole. He slides in with ease, Jiang Cheng's preparations had been thorough enough for him to bottom out his long cock without waking the man. Nie Huaisang mutters some soft words and holds Jiang Cheng as he stirs, comforting him back into the depths of sleep once more.
Jin Guangyao's hand is in his pants, toying with his pussy as he sucks Jiang Cheng's dick. He's barely sucking, just enough stimulation to keep him hard, nowhere near enough to wake him. Still, drool falls obscenely from his lips, down the cock in front of him and he's letting out little panting moans with each stroke of his clit.
Nie Huaisang tangles his hand in Jin Guangyao's long chestnut hair and pulls hard, dragging him up away from the dick, leaving him to scramble to hold himself up over Jiang Cheng so as not to wake him. He practically snarls and digs his nails into Nie Huaisang's forearm, hard enough to hurt, hard enough to mark. It's satisfying to see him scramble even if Nie Huaisang knows in the back of his mind that he's enjoying it just as much.
“Ride him,” Huaisang says, low against his lips. Jin Guangyao shudders a little, turning his head to lessen the pull on his hair. Nie Huaisang pulls harder.
“I'll wake him,” Jin Guangyao reasons.
“I'll hold him down,” Nie Huaisang counters and this promise elicits a moan from the smaller man; a promise of just enough roughness to be perfectly pleasurable. He knows what Jiang Cheng likes, after all.
Jin Guangyao does as he's told for once and strips off his underwear before carefully straddling Jiang Cheng. Lan Xichen's hands come to his waist to support him as he sits on the balls of his feet, holding himself so as not to disturb the sleeping beauty beneath him.
From where Nie Huaisang sits there's a clear view of Jin Guangyao's slick pussy, the liquid glistening on the skin and the hair alike, ready to be fucked. Between his leaking pussy and Jiang Cheng, Lan Xichen's dick is visible, slowly dragging itself in and out of his ass. It’s obscenely perfect and Nie Huaisang cannot look away for even a second.
Jin Guangyao sinks himself onto Jiang Cheng's cock, devastatingly slowly so as not to wake him. The view from where Nie Huaisang is so lewd that it makes his own cock throb and ache in his pants where it sits mostly untouched. As Jin Guangyao gets to the point where he has fully taken Jiang Cheng's length, he starts to stir.
Soft pants of breath come quickly from the sleeping man, then some soft moans and a flex of his thighs before his eyes flutter open. A strand of drool pools at the corner of his mouth; Nie Huaisang is captivated entirely by the way a deep flush creeps its way quickly over the man's body. His eyes flutter open and he grasps for purchase on Nie Huaisang’s thighs as his body comes to consciousness.
“Stay still for us, A-Cheng.” Nie Huaisang tells him, running some fingers comfortingly through his hair. Lan Xichen continues languid thrusts that match up perfectly with the rise and fall of Jin Guangyao's hips. Jiang Cheng nods but he struggles to hold still as they keep fucking him, as the sensations become too much. He mumbles pleas and it doesn't seem like he knows what he's begging for.
One moment a soft “yes, please” falls from Jiang Cheng's lips and the next a “too much” or a “so close”. Nie Huaisang pets him through them all, watching his eyes grow watery, and his pinking skin start to shine with a layer of sweat. His robes are tenting, stretched to the point of breaking as he waits his turn.
Jiang Cheng seems to have other ideas though. Feeling the erection as he lays in Huaisang’s lap he whines, turns his head and nuzzles into it. His wet tongue slips out of between his lips and he mouths at the cock through the layers of fabric. When he opens his eyes Huaisang reads need through all the watery pools gathering at the corners.
“More?” Nie Huaisang teases softly, stroking his cheek as he feels his cock twitching at the feeling of lips kissing him through the fabric. Jiang Cheng nods. How could anyone say no to that? His soft whines as he’s fucked will feel so good as Nie Huaisang fucks his throat, too. “Then be good for us while we use you.”
Jiang Cheng nods again, watery eyes spilling over and lungs gasping for air.
For the first time in a while, Nie Huaisang looks up to find his co-conspirators staring right back at Jiang Cheng with lust in their eyes. Jin Guangyao is luxuriating in the feeling of being filled, rocking his hips languidly as he digs his fingers, bruising, into Lan Xichen’s arm. The Lan is rubbing his clit as he fucks Jiang Cheng, hips faltering periodically as he holds himself back to prolong the moment.
Nie Huaisang watches them, the slow movements. Heavy breaths and erotic whines echo through the room. Slick sounds of wet skin moving and slapping against one another match the tempo of those echoes as he hurries to undress and join them. He’s aching for it, desperate, he wants to join the chorus of people moaning in unison.
In a flurry of fabric, robes drop to the ground in barely restrained fervour. Moments later, Nie Huaisang is kneeling to the side of Jiang Cheng’s head and feeding his weeping cock to him. Jiang Cheng gives a kitten lick to his tip, lapping up the precome, before he wraps his lips around it hungrily. His hands come up to wrap around the base and Nie Huaisang allows it for a minute, groans at the sensation of a hot, eager mouth on him.
He strokes his hair, fingers running through it, nails scratching his scalp, until Jiang Cheng shudders and whines. It reverberates through his swollen cock and it feels perfect. There’s no finesse, no skilful swirling of his tongue and no masterfully concentrating on him while he gets fucked by two others. It’s sloppy, Jiang Cheng’s mouth is full of drool, it goes slack as he gasps for air and Nie Huaisang knows when he starts to fuck his throat properly he will struggle and gag. But it is perfect all the same, perfect submission and glassy eyes and both willingness and hunger to take cock in every hole, to be fucked and used like a toy. Beautiful.
They tell him as much, how good he feels, how he’s being such a good little fuck doll and how pretty he looks like this.
“You were made for this, to be used.” Jin Guanyao says, pinching his nipple hard and watching his face screw up in response.
“You sat there all night waiting with a plug to take our cocks.” Lan Xichen pushes his legs wider, splitting him in two.
“So pretty, no, don’t move. Give me your hands.” Nie Huaisang instructs, taking Jiang Cheng’s hands in his, winding their fingers together and holding them up over his head.
He’s helpless, held down by three men, panting and moaning. He’s beautiful.
With no hands to wrap around the base of Nie Huaisang’s cock, Jiang Cheng whines needily and moves his head to take him in deeper. So sweet, so helpless. Of course, Nie Huaisang decides to help him by thrusting deeper into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat so that he can feel the vibration of his moans on his sensitive tip. Jiang Cheng relaxes, going totally pliant. Stretched out, relaxed, open for fucking.
Every time Nie Huaisang hits the back of his throat he chokes a little, his eyes water. Each time Lan Xichen bottoms out inside him he makes a pathetic noise that doesn’t make it out of his throat.
Jin Guangyao leans down and bites his muscular chest hard. “Be a good boy and come for us, already.” He says before biting down again, leaving teeth marks in his wake.
Almost on command, Jiang Cheng’s body goes tight, his warrior-strong muscles ripple and shake while Jin Quangyao closes his eyes, bearing down on his cock, letting himself be filled so completely.
“Good boy,” Lan Xichen says softly, his voice at odds with the harsh way he fucks into him.
Nie Huaisang kindly lets him catch his breath, stroking his cheek before he puts his cock back into his mouth. Only for a moment though, he looks too pretty to resist when he comes.
Jin Guangyao does not ease up either, not finished with him yet. He bounces his body harder than he had before, not letting Jiang Cheng have any reprieve or even letting his cock go soft after coming. The sound it makes is a distracting, wet, sloshing sound as come mixes with slick and drips down his cock. Lan Xichen brings his hand to Jin Guangyao’s clit and they watch as he rides himself into a frenzy, hips jerking and stuttering, words slurring.
When Jin Guangyao comes he doesn’t have the good graces to do it quietly, he practically screams and liquid pours from his pussy, drenching Jiang Cheng’s rippling abs in squirt. Thighs shaking, he finally stills with cock still buried inside him.
Poor, vulnerable Jiang Cheng looks abused and overwhelmed. His whole body is flushed and straining, but he doesn’t make any move to get away, he doesn’t even pull his hands out of Nie Huaisang’s grasp. So good for them. The best.
“Want him to eat his come out of me,” Jin Guangyao says, panting, grinding his hips again.
“Greedy.” Nie Huaisang accuses. Nobody disagrees.
Lan Xichen chooses that moment to let out a shaky breath and pull himself out of Jiang Cheng just in time to release all over him. Sticky white ropes of come drip over his hole, up over his balls, even on Jin Yuangyao’s ass where he’s sat on his dick.
“Now he can taste both of our come,” Jin Guangyao says happily, as if that absolves him of greed as he turns back to kiss Lan Xichen quickly before hopping off of Jiang Cheng’s dick and nudging Nie Huaisang out of the way.
With some reluctance, he pulls out of Jiang Cheng’s mouth. There’s a whine of protest from their sleeping beauty when he finds himself empty for the first time since waking, his ass, mouth and cock all abandoned. His hips buck needily and his hard cock bounces around, covered in come.
The emptiness doesn’t last long though, without hesitation, Lan Xichen and Nie Huaisang swap places, the Nie sect leader coming to rest between Jiang Cheng’s thighs and Lan Xichen moving, spent, to his side. He rests, guides Jin Guangyao to sit on Jiang Cheng’s face before settling down to watch. There’s no time to waste, Nie Huaisang wants to hear the noise Jiang Cheng makes when he slides himself inside unmuffled so he pushes his hips in fully with one harsh thrust. So harsh it’s almost cruel. Jiang Cheng cries out in pleasure, his back arches and his hips writhe.
Lan Xichen helpfully reaches out to hold his thighs open for Nie Huaisang as he fucks him. “You’re so tight, A-Cheng.” Nie Huaisang whispers, sighing. He won’t last long, especially not with the scene in front of him. Sticky, come-covered hole, quivering with overstimulation, sucking him into the tight heat. Jiang Cheng’s spit and Lan Xichen’s come making his dick shine in the low light. Jiang Cheng’s cock leaking, the tip of it a pretty pink colour, slapping his stomach. Moans muffled by pussy forced onto his mouth.
Jin Guangyao’s thighs clamp tight around Jiang Cheng’s head and hold him in place. “Taste yourself, come on. Taste Er-Ge. You wouldn’t want our come to go to waste, would you?” Jin Guangyao says, and it should sound dominant, mean, but Jiang Cheng starts eating him out eagerly and his words fall off into moans pretty quickly.
From the side of them, Lan Xichen is hard again. He takes one of Jiang Cheng’s hands and wraps it around his cock, guiding him through a quick, dirty handjob.
He really won’t last long. He pulls Jiang Cheng’s legs up to rest on his shoulders, folding the bigger man practically in half. He’s surprisingly flexible. Jiang Cheng’s moans pick up again as his cock is now sandwiched between them, getting a little bit of friction from the pressure of being fucked in this position alone.
“Want you to come for us again, A-Cheng. One more time.” Nie Huaisang brings his hands over Jiang Cheng’s sticky torso to play with his nipples, to pinch and squeeze at his tits. He snaps his hips quicker, so harshly that it becomes hard to keep any sense of rhythm, focusing on driving his dick as deep inside Jiang Cheng as he can.
Once again Jiang Cheng seems to have been waiting to be told to come because it’s only a minute later that he’s spilling all over his own stomach. Nie Huaisang is quick to follow, having barely been holding on himself. A few thrusts into Jiang Chengs clenching hole as his body is wracked by pleasure makes him spill inside him, fucking his own come deep inside.
Jin Guangyao keeps rolling his hips and leans to give Lan Xichen a hand as they both use Jiang Cheng’s body to bring themselves to orgasm again. Lan Xichen covers his stomach in it, and Jin Guangyao lets his pussy smother his face in his spend.
Within minutes they’re all panting, completely exhausted. Jiang Cheng looks fucked-out and blissful, all worries that normally wind his brows tightly together forgotten about. Lan Xichen gets rags and they take the time to clean each other up, each one of them giving Jiang Cheng some soft kisses and praise, which seems to overwhelm him far more than the sex did.
They’ll go their separate ways again at the end of the night, back to their sects and their lives. For now, they lie together perfectly entangled and naked. If they’re lucky, they might have more fevered touches before the sun rises. These rare moments where they’re all together must be taken advantage of, after all.