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Jiang Cheng is acutely aware of the pair of eyes staring at him.

More specifically, he’s aware of a pair of eyes staring at his ass.

Not even bothering to try and hide it, a certain Lan sect leader is ogling the Jiang sect leader’s assets from across the room, and Jiang Cheng can feel his face starting to flush the longer he feels those eyes on him. How can Lan Xichen be so shameless! Surely there’s other things he could be looking at, not his ass! 

Not that he doesn’t enjoy the attention.

Jiang Cheng is trying to maintain the conversation between him and the Sect leader,a young thing that is smiling obnoxiously, he’s trying to speak to (some other sect leader from another clan, Jiang Cheng quite frankly couldn’t care less about), but he’s afraid the other might see the steam that is surely starting to pour out of his ears. 

“Sect leader Jiang? Are you alright? You seem quite flushed…”

Jiang Cheng is broken out of his reverie by the quiet voice that interrupts his thoughts. The Sect leader standing in front of him (he really needs to start remembering their names) is gently speaking to him, his big round eyes shining with concern towards Jiang Cheng.

“...Yes I’m quite alright..! I think perhaps there was something in that wine that isn’t sitting well..” He mutters off, praying it’s enough to drive the other Sect leader away. He honestly just wants to retire to his room for the night, and then berate Lan Xichen tomorrow for being so openly shameless, and at a discussion conference no less!

This discussion conference is currently being held at Lotus Pier, against Jiang Cheng’s better judgement. As much as Jiang Cheng didn’t want it held at Lotus Pier, he knows that it’s for the best, he knows that he needs to build more connections towards the smaller sects. After the fall of Lotus Pier, Jiang Cheng has fought valiantly to make it even better than before, even if that includes forcing himself to socialise as the Jiang Sect Leader.

“Would you like for me to summon the doctor? I fear you might have a fever-!” Jiang Cheng slaps away the hand that reaches for his forehead. “N-No! I’m fine-!” A couple heads have turned towards them upon hearing the commotion.

It makes Jiang Cheng flush harder.

Jiang Cheng hastily bows towards the other Sect leader before rushing off out of the main pavilion and towards his quarters.

As he speedwalk walks, definitely not jogging, towards his room, he thinks of the ways he’s going to tell Lan Xichen off. He feels so embarrassed. He’s trying to build alliances between Yunmeng Jiang and other smaller sects, but all Lan Xichen can focus on is openly staring at his ass. Jiang Cheng doesn’t like attention being drawn to himself, let alone someone dropping that attention upon him. 

“Fucking hell….” He’s muttering to himself, trying to think of how he’s going to explain his sudden departure. He’s also going to have to apologise to the other Sect leader. Fuck.,he really hopes this hasn’t ruined a potential alliance between them. 

Lan Xichen and him haven’t openly stated their relationship, but they also don’t exactly try to hide it either. Jiang Cheng isn’t exactly comfortable with open affection and PDA. He’s uncomfortable with being perceived as someone who’s anything other than untouchable. He’s spent so long building up his walls around his emotions, that anyone trying to break them down and peer through them scares the ever-loving fuck out of him.

He reaches his chambers, the extravagant lotus design on the door inviting. He pushes the two door panels in opposite directions, steps inside and then closes the door behind him. 

His room is surprisingly filled with small knick knacks and momentos. Scrolls of old drawings from when he was a kid sit mounted up on the walls. One from his ShiXiong and ShiJie sit above his bed, as if his ShiJie is watching over him. Wei Wuxian has the privilege of doing that in person.

“Wanyin? Are you alright my heart?” 

A soft voice interrupts the quietness of the room, once again shaking Jiang Cheng out of his inner musings.

Jiang Cheng turns around and sees the offending Lan Sect leader from before. He looks concerned, brows pinched and his mouth slightly downturned. He almost looks like a pouting puppy, which Jiang Cheng supposes isn’t too far off from the truth.

Jiang Cheng clears his throat before answering; “I’m fine. But couldn’t you show more decency by not openly staring at my ass? I’m trying to build relationships between my sect, and here you are trying to build a relationship between your eyes and my ass..!” His voice pitches up higher the more the irritation rises in his body.

Lan Xichen at least has the courtesy to look guilty, looking bashfully to the side. His ears are slightly red, like a kicked puppy being scolded.

“...I’m truly sorry…Sometimes I just can’t seem to take my eyes off of you..” He trails off, not willing to incriminate himself anymore.

“If you have to stare, can you at least stare at something more appropriate? You’re embarrassing me and your own sect! What would people say if they saw the highly esteemed Zéwú-jūn staring at Sect Leader Jiang’s ass?”

Jiang Cheng is bright red now, about as bright as Lan Xichen’s ears have gone. Serves him right!

“I truly do not know how to apologize more Wanyin” Lan Xichen sounds truly apologetic, but there’s something underlying in his tone. Jiang Cheng ignores it in favour of forgiving the Lan Sect leader. 

“Just…Just please don’t do it so openly next time” 

Jiang Cheng has resigned himself to the fact that he can never stay mad at his partner(cultivation partner?). He’s weak to him and to those honey golden eyes that hold so much love and affection for him.Jiang Cheng will never admit it, but he’d do anything for this man. He captured his heart and he’d give just about anything to keep him happy. Sometimes he worries he isn’t enough. 

Lan Xichen looks up at him, “Oh? Not so openly? Does that mean I can do it if I hide it? My my Wanyin, you truly hold too much power over me” A faint smirk ghosts his lips. 

Shameless! Utterly shameless!

Jiang Cheng gawks at him, mouth opening and closing.

“You..! You shameless bastard-!” Jiang Cheng is definitely steaming from his ears now. Both out of irritation and embarrassment. “Don’t do it at all! Is all you can think of my ass?”

Lan Xichen tries to compose himself. He can’t help that his Wanyin has gorgeous curves and assets. Between that waist that he’s sure he can wrap his hands around and they’d meet, to the curves of his plump backside. Like a juicy peach that Lan Xichen wants to sink his teeth into and bite. To leave his teeth marks on it in an attempt at possession. Ownership

“I simply cannot help how delicious you look Wanyin. I can’t help but to stare. Don’t you know how tempting you look? Your waist is so slim, it compliments how soft and plush your backside looks. Forgive me for not resisting my baser desires, I just can’t help myself when it comes to you” 

Lan Xichen rambles, as if he can’t help himself, which knowing him, is probably the case.

“But if it troubles you so, I swear I shall not do it again. Your happiness and ease are my top priorities. I did not mean to embarrass you my love” Lan Xichen has moved closer, close enough to grab Jiang Cheng’s hands. He brings them up to his mouth and gently kisses his knuckles on each hand.

“...It’s fine…Just please refrain yourself in the future..” Jiang Cheng shyly looks away. He still struggles to accept such open affection, though he’ll always try for Lan Xichen. 

Lan Xichen gently drops the hands he was holding and steps forward. Jiang Cheng looks back when he hears the shuffle of clothes just in time to feel Lan Xichen wrap his arms around his waist. He nuzzles gently into Jiang Cheng’s neck, his gentle breaths make the hairs on his neck stand up. It seems like Lan Xichen is content to stay like that, wrapped in each other

“Mmm, I think I could stay here all night..” Lan Xichen is murmuring against his neck. Jiang Cheng doesn’t know when he wrapped his arms around Lan Xiche, but he gives him a gentle squeeze. As much as he wishes he could stay like this, he does need to return to the conference and to apologize to the smaller Sect leader. Jiang Cheng is already dreading having to explain his sudden and rude departure.

“I fear we should return back to the conference, I have to find that Sect leader and apologize to him. It’s already going to be embarrassing to show my face again after that. I hope you’re happy with yourself” 

Jiang Cheng still finds the wit to scold him, but Lan Xichen doesn’t seem to care. Too busy wrapped up in his arms.

They return to the conference and Jiang Cheng stutters out an apology and excuse about how his stomach suddenly decided that it wasn’t happy, and that he had to depart straight away to avoid disaster.

If Jiang Cheng thinks that that’s the last time he’ll have this problem.

He’s sorely mistaken.    

The next time happens just a couple weeks later.

Jiang Cheng takes a trip to the Cloud Recesses. Purely diplomatic of course. Yunmeng Jiang is currently seeking help for a water demon currently terrorizing the waters surrounding Lotus Pier. It faintly triggers the memory of when they first visited Gusu. Fighting the water demon, Lan Xichen proving just why they call him Zéwú-jūn. Standing atop Shuoyue and enticing the water demon out of the lake with Liebing.

Jiang Cheng didn’t think that this supposedly fleeting teenage crush would stay with him. He definitely didn’t expect that it would lead to something more than that.

He’s currently standing in the middle of the pavilion, surrounded by Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen. Lan Wangji is probably off gallivanting with Wei Wuxian. It sends a pang of aching through Jiang Cheng, but he ignores it. 

“I believe it to be a Shuǐ Xíng Yuān, similar to the one we exterminated all those years ago. Considering Zéwú-jūn’s success in eradicating it last time, I believe it would be best if he assists in exterminating this particular one that is hurting Yunmeng Jiang” Jiang Cheng tries to sound as dignified and professional as he can. He hopes it works

Lan Xichen is standing beside his uncle, hands folded politely in front of him. Appearing as pristine as ever. Though Jiang Cheng does notice his eyes shift down.

Lan Qiren hums at Jiang Cheng’s words, completely oblivious to the way his nephew seems to be eye-fucking the Jiang Sect leader. Jiang Cheng follows his gaze down, until he realises it seems to be trained on his waist, possibly a bit lower…

“Clan Leader Lan, if you would be so kind as to lend Zewu-Jun and some capable disciples to Yunmeng Jiang, we would be in your debt” Jiang Cheng clasps his hand in front of him and bows, ever the perfect image of Sāndú Shèngshǒu.

Lan Qiren eyes Jiang Cheng, one hand stroking his beard, and gently nods towards Lan Xichen.

Inwardly Jiang Cheng celebrates, he’ll get to have Lan Xichen down at Lotus Pier. With no prying eyes from elders to spy on them. 

“The greatest of thanks from Yunmeng Jiang”

Jiang Cheng bows towards Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen and moves to walk away. While Lan Xichen’s uncle has turned around back towards the buildings, Lan Xichen is watching him with a keen eye. Said keen eye runs down Jiang Cheng’s body to settle below his waist. 

Jiang Cheng feels himself start to blush. He thought he made it clear not to do this stuff so openly, especially not outside where anyone could see! The irritation does spark through him momentarily, but it’s quickly covered up by embarrassment. 

Lan Xichen, I thought I told you to stop that!!

Though he can’t miss how Lan Xichen’s eyes seem to carry a ferocious type of hunger. It makes Jiang Cheng shiver. But still, Jiang Cheng has already told him off once, he really doesn’t want to have to tell his love again to stop the eye-fucking. Especially in front of his uncle no less!

Jiang Cheng glares at Lan Xichen, and he at least has the decency to look up sheepishly, ears slightly red. When their eyes meet, Jiang Cheng raises a brow toward him, scowling slightly as if to say are you serious? Lan Xichen just smiles back, though the smile seems a bit tense.

Huh

Jiang Cheng raises his hand and cups a fist, he bows towards Lan Xichen. “Thank you for your hospitality Zewu-Jun. I look forward to receiving you and your disciples at Lotus Pier within the next couple days” Shit, why did he have to word it like that? Receiving you, god he really is gone for this man. He just hopes the taller man hasn’t noticed the odd choice of words.

But of course Lan Xichen is perceptive as ever, judging by the small huff of laughter that escapes his mouth.

Jiang Cheng decides to ignore it, feeling mortified enough that Lan Xichen is still staring at his ass. Does this man have no shame? He moves around and stalks his way off to his accommodation at the Cloud Recesses. He can feel Lan Xichen’s eyes on his rear as he walks away. Jiang Cheng’s face burns.

As he walks down the gravel path towards his temporary living quarters (he plans on departing tomorrow morning), his thoughts race. He feels embarrassed and he really hopes that it doesn’t show on his face. He reaches the door of the building and slowly steps inside, making sure to remove his shoes at the entrance. He pads gently over to the low table situated in the middle of the room and sits down, legs crossed.

His mind is racing and he needs to calm his mind. He closes his eyes, ready to meditate before there’s a gentle know on the doors that disturbs him.

“Wanyin?” A soft voice can be heard. 

Lan Xichen. Of course he followed him. Jiang Cheng sighs inwardly and moves to get up. His knees ‘pop’ as he gets up, his back protesting. 

“..Come in”

Lan Xichen gently slides the doors open before quietly stepping inside and closing them behind him. He looks as gorgeous as ever. Though when does he not look stunning? He walks over to where Jiang Cheng is standing up from the table, arms crossed in front of his chest. Any outsider would think he looks upset, but Lan Xichen is no outsider. He knows Jiang Cheng inside and out. 

Lan Xichen reaches out to him, wanting to wrap arms around Jiang Cheng.With Lan Xichen’s arms reaching out, Jiang Cheng uncrosses his and readies himself for the embrace from his beloved. They fit together so perfectly, it almost makes Jiang Cheng cry. But he can’t deny the lingering irritation that is thrumming under his skin, flowing next to something else that he can’t quite name. It too makes him feel restless.

They stand there for a moment, enveloped in each other, before Jiang Cheng breaks the silence in the room.

“I don’t understand the fascination you have with staring at me. Even in front of your uncle you couldn’t help yourself..!” Jiang Cheng sounds exasperated.

Lan Xichen huffs, as if he finds it entertaining. “I explained to you before my heart. Sometimes I can’t help myself, especially with the way you present yourself sometimes. So full of power and authority.” Lan Xichen has some edged himself closer to Jiang Cheng, has leant down so his lips graze the shorter Sect leader’s ear, said Sect Leader still wrapped in his arms. “It makes me want to bend you over and show you just who has the power and authority over you” The last words are whispered into Jiang Cheng’s ear.

Jiang Cheng’s mouth gapes open, but instantly shuts when he realises it’s open. He brings up his arms and tries to shove Lan Xichen off of him. The man has a strong grip on him though, and it proves fruitless.

“You-you! How can you be so perverted at a time like this! I’m trying to fix a problem in my Sect, and all you can think about is fucking me?” “Hmm..I never said anything about fucking you Wanyin. Those are your own words”

Jiang Cheng tries to shove him even harder, but Lan Xichen just tightens his grip more around him. He eventually gives up, he knows he’d be able to break free if he really wanted to. As much as he’s annoyed at Lan Xichen, he doesn’t think he could ever be truly enraged at him. Jiang Cheng isn’t used to someone desiring so much, so openly. So easily.

“I’ve told you before, can you not do it out in public? You promised me you wouldn’t do it anymore…It’s embarrassing, the way I feel like you’re eyeing me up like a juicy piece of meat-!”

Again, at least Lan Xichen has the courtesy to look a bit guilty and remorseful. Soft lips press against Jiang Cheng's forehead, trying to ease the furrow between his brow. Lan Xichen’s arms are still wrapped around Jiang Cheng, while the others arms and fists are pushed up against both their chests from where he was pushing against Lan Xichen just a moment ago.

“I…I know you told me not to, and I truly am sorry. Sometimes I just don’t think you realise just how enchanting you look. You carry so much power. It just-” Lan Xichen’s arms tighten around him “It just looks so good on you. It’s hard not to eye you up” He sounds so sincere, it almost makes Jiang Cheng forget that they’re talking about the obvious ogling of his rear, and not some important sect matter.

“You need to control yourself! You sound like some desperate teenager discovering his libido for the first time” Jiang Cheng still scolds him. He swears the embarrassment is going to end up killing him.

Local Sect Leader dies by internal combustion

What a headline that would be.Jiang Cheng dying or having a qi deviation because his partner can’t keep his brazen eye-fucking under control.

Lan Xichen huffs out a laugh; “I promise I’ll try and keep myself under check”

Jiang Cheng grumbles, still annoyed. He just hopes that this is the last of it.

But yet again, Jiang Cheng is proven wrong.

The next time, thankfully, doesn’t happen until a few months later. Back in his own home of Lotus Pier this time.

Surprisingly Lan Xichen was well behaved during the extermination of the Shuǐ Xíng Yuān. Possibly due to the fact that there was a very real and dangerous threat to human lives.Though he did try to corner Jiang Cheng in his quarters afterwards, pushed him up against the wall and shoved a leg in between his while a mouth abused his own. Jiang Cheng did push him away, exhaustion was pulling at his bones and all he wanted to do was sleep.

Lan Xichen gently held him throughout the night. Jiang Cheng had never felt more safe.

Though this time round, Lan Xichen isn’t here for diplomatic meetings, it’s simply just to see each other. The last time they saw each other was for the extermination of the Shuǐ Xíng Yuān. So it’s been quite a few months since they last saw each other. Letters were exchanged, marked with a private wax seal, strictly confidential just to each other. Letters that were filled with mushy feelings and sometimes some tantalising banter (though no one needed to know about the latter).

Jiang Cheng greets him on the dock, arms crossed over his chest, a glint shining in his eyes. Despite the fact that Jiang Cheng looks unapproachable, Lan Xichen knows better. He knows the small tells in his face and body language. Can see the way his brow is less furrowed, the miniscule upturn of his lips and the very slight cock in his hips. Don’t even get Lan Xichen started on that sinful waist.

Lan Xichen gently steps off of the boat and onto the dock, as graceful as ever, and bows before Jiang Cheng.

“Jiang-Gongzi, a pleasure to see you” He flashes a polite smile towards him, already dreading when he’ll have to separate from the Jiang Sect leader again. 

"Always a pleasure to see you, Zewu-Jun” Jiang goes to bow in return, but he feels a pair of hands grip his arms gently before he can. Jiang Cheng looks up and meets the eyes of Lan Xichen. There’s a kind smile on his face and a peculiar twinkle in his eyes. 

“Please, there’s no need for that. We are equal, are we not?” 

“Then how could I allow you to bow before me? Are we past such pleasantries now?” Oh his love, defensive as always. He wouldn’t change it for the world. He’s always loved Jiang Cheng’s defensive personality. The way he gets so fired up, especially when it comes to defending the ones he loves. It’s truly an intoxicating site. 

“Now now, no need to get so defensive. Shall we?” He gestures towards the main entrance, though he can see Jiang Cheng getting ready to fire a comeback, but ultimately clenches his fist, small purple sparks flying. God Lan Xichen loves him and his explosive ways of showing his love.

They make a line straight for Lan Xichen’s quarters. He’ll inevitably be sleeping with Jiang Cheng in his room, but Jiang Cheng isn’t quite ready to advertise their relationship just yet. So he always prepares a room for Lan Xichen to keep up the appearance of two really close friends.

Everyone definitely knows that they’re much more than that. 

As they approach the doors to his room, Jiang Cheng can feel eyes on him, burning through him. Granted it’s been a couple months since he’d seen the older man and he'd expected his overwhelming attention. What he hadn’t expected was for that goddamn gaze to be cast on his well endowed rear yet again.

Jiang Cheng bristles under his breath. He can’t believe the audacity of this man! He’s already scolded him twice for this!

Jiang Cheng slides the doors open to the room and gestures for Lan Xichen to enter first. The man walks past him and into the room. It’s the same room every time, there’s nothing new to look at, yet Lan Xichen stops in the middle of the room and looks around. It’s as if he’s surveying the room. Jiang Cheng is slightly puzzled.

Jiang Cheng gently closes the doors behind him.

“...You know you’re not actually staying here right? If anything, I’d be surprised if you did. I don’t think I could sleep with you clinging to my side..haha…” Jiang Cheng trails off. He isn’t sure what to say. Normally they’re heading off to Jiang Cheng’s quarters by now, Lan Xichen hungry from the long trip. Jiang Cheng had made sure the chefs in the kitchen had memorised Lan Xichen’s favourite vegetarian meals.

“Down worry, my heart. I’m fully aware of your clinginess. It’s quite endearing”

Lan Xichen looks towards Jiang Cheng, a playful smirk on his face.

“You-! I’m not the clingy one!” Jiang Cheng all but squawks out. Face beginning to flush for the up-teenth time in his life. All Lan Xichen does is smile back at him, a hint of something in his eyes.

“Mmm. if you say so” Lan Xichen is trying not to laugh. His Wanyin really is the cutest. Lan Xichen wonders if there will ever be a day where he won’t deny the way he clings onto Lan Xichen so tightly, like he’s afraid he might disappear. He wakes up most morning overheating because of the body clinging to him.

Lan Xichen walks over to the bed that’s pressed against the wall and gently places himself on it. He looks up and beckons Jiang Cheng over.

Jiang Cheng, ever so confused, walks over to him but stops just short of the bed. Why is Lan Xichen doing this? Normally they’re in his room by now, gossiping (though they’ll simply call it sharing current events between each other) and sipping down on the tea that Lan Xichen loves so much. Before a hand reaches out and grabs him to pull him forward.

Jiang Cheng trips over his feet slightly, but manages to stay standing. He’s now positioned in front of Lan Xiche. Him standing while Lan Xichen is still sitting. It creates a height difference between them that Jiang Cheng isn’t used to, so used to looking up at the man rather than down. He peers down at Lan Xichen, hand still in his grasp.

“You know” He hears Lan Xichen start before taking a breath, “I’ve been wondering…Just how obedient and compliant you could be for me”

It’s definitely not what Jiang Cheng was expecting to hear. It feels like his brain is filled with static for a moment.

“E-Excuse me–?”

“You heard me Wanyin. Don’t you want to be good for me?”

Okay, Jiang Cheng is sure he’s losing his mind now. Sure Lan Xichen is bold in what he wants from Jiang Cheng, but never so brazen about it. He’s never been so…so direct about how he wants Jiang Cheng to be. He’s always good for him…?

Jiang Cheng is broken out of his inner turmoil by hands wrapping around his waist and a face pressed into his stomach. Lan Xichen almost seems like he’s trying to nuzzle into the firm muscle of Jiang Cheng’s stomach. He doesn’t know where to place his hands, so he just places them both on each of Lan Xichen’s broad shoulders.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Every moment I spend with you is like the biggest temptation that I try to resist, but I always fail in the end” Lan Xichen sounds like he’s waxing poetry about fucking Jiang Cheng, and quite frankly, Jiang Cheng thinks it’s absurd.

“What on earth are you on about? I’m not something special like that. Jesus fucking christ Xichen–!” He’s cut off by an aggressive grab to his ass. 

Lan Xichen’s hands have made their way down to the plump flesh, groping so hard that Jiang Cheng thinks they might leave bruises. He secretly hopes they will. But the main thing he focuses on, is the fact that the fixation on his ass seems worse! Lan Xichen has taken the hands on approach now!

“What are-are you doing-! Let go!” 

Despite his protests, Jiang Cheng’s hands don’t move to the arms around his waist. They stay planted on those board shoulders, fingers gripping the robes until they turn white.Lan Xichen just keeps groping his ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh. 

“Do you really want me to? You could’ve grabbed my arms and stopped me. But you didn’t Wanyin…It almost makes me wonder if you enjoy it” Lan Xichen, Jiang Cheng decides, shouldn’t be allowed to speak. Those hands continue to grab at his cheeks, kneading them as if he were a cat. It startles Jiang Cheng more when he feels one hand trying to dip down between, almost like he’s trying to finger him through the layers of his robes.

“Mnngh–! Xichen!” A garbled moan forces itself out of Jiang Cheng’s throat. Those fingers are rubbing over his entrance through the fabric, and the other hand is pulling one globe to the side, trying to make room for those fingers to teasingly rub over the covered up tight ring of flesh.

It feels like Jiang Cheng is in a daze for hours. Minutes ticking by as he tries to bite back the moans that threaten to leave his lips with every pass over his hole. Mercy Lan Xichen, please show some mercy! Yet those fingers continue to rub him through the layers over his rear. 

“Xich-mngh-Xichen-! Please…!” Jiang Cheng doesn’t know what he’s begging for. He feels mortified, but not as mortified as he feels when he notices a problem beginning to rise. A problem between his legs.

Oh.

He’s hard

His cock seems to be paying more attention to what’s happening than his brain. He’s not fully erect. Yet. But he’s about halfway there. Dick beginning to chub up at the blood rushing downwards, away from his head and rational thinking.

This sparks him to push Lan Xichen away, hands pushing hard against his shoulders.

Lan Xichen lets go surprisingly easy, though his hands just move to his waist. At least they’re not trying to fuck Jiang Cheng through his pants. It gives him a moment to catch his breath and to think of what to say next.

“Wanyin, are you alright my heart?” There’s concern in his voice but he doesn’t miss the slight strain in it.

“..I-I’m fine. But what are you doing? If you want to fuck me, why don’t you try getting me naked first? Or has all the blood left your brain-!” He tries to sound defensive, like he’s still on guard and not two minutes away from getting on his knees and begging for Lan Xichen’s cock up his ass.

“My, still so fiesty. I can feel your heart racing Wanyin. I can feel how uneven your breathing is” Lan Xichen is now looking up at him. His ears are tinted red and his eyes are beyond dilated. Only a thin ring of the honey gold is visible in them. Jiang Cheng truly doesn’t know how to react. The arousal is still simmering under his skin, and he has no doubt Lan Xichen can tell.

He knows Jiang Cheng’s body better than he does.

“You’re fondling me through my clothes! Normally you’re always so eager to get me naked..?” Jiang Cheng is puzzled. “...Do you not wish to see me? I can always cover up the scars, I know they’re unsightly. You don’t need to-!” 

He’s cut off by what sounds like a slightly muffled slap, and a burning pain against his rear.

Did Lan Xichen just spank him??

Before Jiang Cheng can question Lan Xichen about the assault on his ass, he’s grabbed and manhandled until his body is being bent over Lan Xichen’s legs. It happens so quickly that Jiang Cheng feels disoriented, slightly dizzy from the sudden change in positions.

He takes in the current position of his body. His top half is bent over the edge of Lan Xichen’s legs, arms trapped underneath him, his hands are able to grab at Lan Xichen’s robes stretched across his thighs. The bottom half of him is also being supported by the other’s legs, his ass is slightly propped up while his legs can just reach the floor.

It’s humiliating.

The shame sends a hot spark down Jiang Cheng’s spine. He’s been fully bent over Lan Xichen’s lap, vulnerable and humiliated.

“Xichen-! What are you doing?!”

“Hush now Wanyin” Lan Xichen’s voice sends a shiver down Jiang Cheng’s spine. It’s low, but Jiang Cheng can hear the very faint strain in it. “Let me up then! Do you know how undignified I look-!” He’s starting to feel antsy. Lan Xichen is never so…Absolute? with the way he expresses his sexual prowess towards Jiang Cheng. Sure he’s bold, but never so intense with it. 

He hears the rumble of Lan Xichen’s voice from above him, while a hand slowly starts to rub small circles on the plush globes of his bottom.

“Do you know how much it hurts me to hear you speak bad about yourself? It makes my heart ache to know that you think so poorly of yourself” 

Jiang Cheng doesn’t know what to say to that. Instead he just tries to push himself up, but is pushed back down when a hand between his shoulder blades pushes down on him, forcing him down against those strong thighs.

“Xichen, let me up. You can’t think that this is the proper way to have this conversation. If we’re going to delve into my self worth issues, I would rather be able to look you-Mnngh-!” His sentence is cut off by a swift smack to his ass. The pain seers through his entire being, until it fades into a dull, burning ache. The layers of his robes doing very little against the strength behind the hit.

He can feel the offending hand rubbing against the sore spot, as if trying to soothe the pain away. He flinches at the sensation, words apparently having been smacked out of his mouth too. 

“No negative words are to be said about you. If you continue to do so, I’ll have no choice but to extinguish those thoughts burning inside your head”

Lan Xichen sounds serious. Jiang Cheng has never heard him sound this way before. It’s almost…enthrawlling. The way there’s no room for arguments or disputes, it tickles a much more baser part of his brain. A part where he doesn’t have to think, doesn’t have to choose. It’s nice not to have to be the one to worry about everything. But Jiang Cheng still can’t quite fathom the way Lan Xichen is going about. Spanking, really?

Jiang Cheng goes to open his mouth, ready to spew some nonsense about how he isn’t a child that needs disciplining, but is cut off yet again by that same hand coming down onto his clothed behind again. “Xichen!” He’s annoyed now. Can Lan Xichen please just talk to him?? 

First his eyes are attached to his ass and now his hands!

“Do you know why I’ve been staring so much at you lately Wanyin? It’s simple really” Lan Xichen’s voice sounds soft, the hand against his ass does not. “I can’t stop thinking about how lovely that pert ass would look with my handprints all over it. The way you hold yourself, that strength and confidence, makes me want to break you down. I  can’t help but to stare as you walk away, the way your waist dips in and leads the way to the voluptuous curves of your rear. I just want to grab it and sink my teeth in”

He makes a speech as if he’s at a discussion conference, throwing out ideas on how to rid monsters more easily, not about how he apparently wants to devour Jiang Cheng and his peach whole.

Jiang Cheng lets out an undignified whine. How can Lan Xichen be so brazen! The hand on his bottom starts to rub against it again, the callouses on it scratching against the fabric of his robes. The only thing Jiang Cheng is grateful for, is that his erection has fully diminished. Killed by the surprise and pain of the abuse against his bottom. 

“Shh, you’re fine. Don’t fret, you know I’d never do anything you didn’t want or like” Lan Xichen is as perceptive as ever to Jiang Cheng’s inner turmoil.

“Do you want to be good for me A-Cheng?”

A-Cheng. The name brings Jiang Cheng back to the current world where he’s still over Lan Xichen’s knee. Jiang Cheng still doesn’t know how to react to this situation. So he decides to try and get up again, but the hand between his shoulder blades is still there. He knows he could just ask Lan Xichen and he would let him up, but there’s something inside of him that doesn’t want to. He trusts Lan Xichen afterall.

“I think…That you deserve a spanking, don’t you Wanyin?” It’s a rhetorical question.

“Let's see if that’ll help knock those self-loathing thoughts out from your head. Just be good for me, my heart” 

He finishes the sentence off with a smack against the seat of his pants.

“Mnh-! Fuck! A warning would be nice”

All he gets instead of a reply is another spank to his buttocks. He can feel the flesh beneath the other’s palm begin to throb with pain, and yet, he can feel something else begin to throb within him. Jiang Cheng is drowning in his thoughts now. The inner turmoil he felt before is starting to brew again. 

“Mmn. You sound divine. Though I can’t help but notice this clothing is hindering what I could truly do to this perfect peach of yours…” He sounds like he’s murmuring to himself rather than at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng has a word he can say to make anything stop at any time. He trusts Lan Xichen inexplicably with his life. He’d lay down his life for him, in every lifetime.

The hand on his behind is gone, before he feels his robes being swept to the side and a hand teasing at the waistband of his pants. Jiang Cheng’s breath hitches and he prays the man above him doesn’t hear it. That hand is still resting on his waistband, grabs it, and then snaps it back against his skin. It makes Jiang Cheng jump from the sudden stinging sensation against his skin.

“Hey!” 

“What? Surely that didn’t hurt. You have so much…cushioning Wanyin” He emphasises cushioning with a hearty squeeze to his ass. After letting go of the plump flesh in his hand, said hand returns to the top of his trousers and slowly pulls them down. The restrictive material digs into the supple flesh as Lan Xichen pulls them down until they sit just below his thighs. Jiang Cheng’s pert bottom is now bare to the cold air of the room.

“What are-What are you doing..?! Surely you don’t plan on disciplining me like some unruly child-!” Jiang Cheng is trying to protest, but it’s hard to put up a strong front when he’s bent over someone’s knees with his ass hanging out. “Of course not. I just want you to understand that you don’t need to keep thinking such negative things about yourself. You’re worthy of being loved and what better way to impart that to you, than with the deep seated ache you’ll feel every time you sit down” He hears a rustle of fabric.

“Besides, don’t you know how beautiful your pert behind would look with my handprints engraved onto them. The way those plush globes would bruise and mark so good”

A hand comes down upon his bare backside, the stinging so much more intense without the barrier of his clothes to dampen the blow.

“Fu-ck..! X-Xichen”

“Hmm..I think ten strikes should suffice. What do you think, my love?” 

He thinks Lan Xichen is trying to kill him. He doesn’t think his buttocks would be able to handle ten strikes, though something between his legs thinks differently.

“..Are you insane-! Has all rational thought left your head?” He tries to put up a fight. Ignoring the ache that is building up between his legs. He will absolutely not get aroused at the thought of Lan Xichen spanking him. He doesn’t think he'd be able to look him in the eye afterwards if he did. Yet it doesn’t stop the shame from burning brighter in the pit of his stomach.

“The only thoughts left in my head are of you. You should know by now that you’re all I think about. You and that delicious peach of yours” Lan Xichen’s voice is deep and strained. 

“..Shameless..!”

All that follows his reply is two smacks. One on each cheek. The flesh jiggles with the impact and Lan Xichen watches it with a keen eye. The flesh instantly turns red, a faint white imprint of his hand shows briefly before it fades into the enticing bright red. Lan Xichen can feel his own arousal starting to pool in his groin. His Wanyin is simply intoxicating.

“Mmngh-! Haa..”

The sounds that follow are like the most delicious thing Lan Xichen has ever heard. They’re strangled and he can tell Jiang Cheng is trying to hold them back. He peers down at him and can see his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth. The plush flesh looks like it might bleed at any point if he bites down any harder on it. Well that just won’t do.

“Let me hear you Wanyin. You sound deletable. Don’t keep them to yourself..” He trails off, hoping the softness in his voice might convince the man over his knees. All he receives is a minute shake of his head and the gripping of his robes.

Smack Smack Smack 

Three consecutive hits are rained down upon the red flesh. Lan Xichen can feel how hot the flesh has become. “Let me hear you. I won’t ask again A-Cheng” The name is all it takes for Jiang Cheng to release a lewd moan from his throat.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t know how Lan Xichen managed to drag that sound out, but his face burns with embarrassment. His ass feels like it’s on fire. The aching pain feels hot. He knows he’s not going to be able to sit down properly for the next week. He’ll be feeling the imprints of Lan Xichen’s hands for ages. He finds that the thought is incredibly arousing. There’s a throb between his legs.

He’s hard. So. Achingly. Hard.

He doesn’t know when his cock decided that it wanted to join the party. He tries to shift his hips up so that it doesn’t rub against the fabric on Lan Xichen’s thighs. He belatedly realises that when Lan Xichen dragged his pants down, it freed his dick from its confines as well. He might as well be fully naked from the waist down. Ass out and his heavy erection bobbing gently between his legs.

Lan Xichen must notice the slight shift in his hips because he chuckles at the site.

“My my, are you aroused A-Cheng? Is the pain getting you riled up? Or is it because it’s me?” Lan Xichen phrases it like a simple question and he knows he’ll expect any answer.

“..Both..” It’s muffled by Jiang Cheng shoving his face into Lan Xichen’s thighs.

Smack

“I can’t hear you Wanyin”

“Both–!” It’s forced out in a high pitched moan from Jiang Cheng’s mouth. He feels mortified by the fact that he just admitted to getting turned on by Lan Xichen spanking him. How could he not be though. The stinging pain from the initial impact of the hand on his backside leads into a deep ache after, it fans the flames that have ignited in his groin. Especially when it pleases Lan Xichen so.

“Mmmm, I know. I can feel your erection twitching against my leg. The shifting of your hips isn’t subtle, you know” The hand on his backside is now rubbing gentle circles into the flesh, trying to soothe the inflammation. “You’re soaked Wanyin. Look, you’ve soaked through my trousers. You're positively dripping” 

Jiang Cheng tries to bury his head again. He hadn’t even taken notice of the fact that he’s dripping like a faucet. He knew he was hard, but the pain on his behind had distracted him from anything else.

“..Stop talking li-like that” He tries to force out. He’s certain his face is as red as his ass.

“Why? Are you ashamed? Embarrassed at the way you’re trying to hump my leg like a desperate puppy?” 

Jiang Cheng whines. Hearing Lan Xichen talk in such a vulgar way. It’s intoxicating. To hear the esteemed Zewu-Jun speak such vulgar words shoots heat up Jiang Cheng’s spine. Makes the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

Jiang Cheng shakes his head. It draws a deep chuckle out of Lan Xichen.

“If you can last for another ten hits” Suddenly the voice is much closer than before, “I’ll let you come. Right against my thigh” A husky voice sends arousal straight to his cock. Jiang Cheng whimpers. He doesn’t know if he can make it.

A hand comes down and breaks him out of his thoughts. It’s so sudden that the pain shocks him more than before. The stinging pain is delicious. His body is conflicted between wanting to move away from it and move back into the hand against his ass. 

“You’ve been so good for me Wanyin. But you always are, aren't you?” “Ha-Mnng!” Jiang Cheng lets out a choked moan.

Another three hits are aimed for that plump peach. Lan Xichen has no doubt it’s going to look like the most delicious and bruised peach by the end of this. And Lan Xichen plans on feasting upon it, a ravenous hunger that can only be satiated by the supple flesh. Lan Xichen has been dreaming about this for a long time. Every time the shorter man turns around, his eyes are drawn to his behind.

The plump globes always look so round. Lan Xichen feels a constant ache in his teeth, he wants to sink them into the flesh. 

He has had dreams about this. His precious A-Cheng bent over his lap, naked as the day he was born, save for the red decorating his behind. He imagines the flesh jiggling with every hit, would want to grab the cheeks and pry them apart to glance at the tight furl of skin between them. He feels his own cock, trapped between the weight of Jiang Cheng, throb and pulse between his legs.

He can’t help himself when he feels his hands move, trusting Jiang Cheng not to try and pish himself up, to grasp each cheek and pull them apart.

Jiang Cheng feels the cold air hit his most vulnerable spot, he shivers, from either anticipation or nerves, he doesn’t know. It’s only when he feels a sharp stinging pain, does he then know what Lan Xichen was aiming for. He spanked his hole. The pain burns brighter than ever, such a sensitive place so susceptible to overwhelming sensation. It nearly brings Jiang Cheng over the edge.

“Half way there, my love”

Jiang Cheng whines. He doesn’t know if he can last another five strikes. He doesn’t know when he started grinding his dick against the older man’s thighs. The heat in his gut is burning so hot now. The tension he’s holding within his body ready to snap at any given moment.”I can’t…It-It’s too much…!”

“Yes you can. Don’t you want to be my good boy A-Cheng? You’ve been doing so well so far. Surely you can hold out. Just a bit longer” The voice sounds like he’s cooing at a poor puppy, which Jiang Cheng supposes isn’t too far off. 

“Nggh! Xichen-mngg-!” Another spank is delivered to his hole. The furl of his entrance turning red with the impact. He doesn’t even get a moment to breathe before the next hit impacts his right cheek, the flesh rippling outwards. Jiang Cheng can feel Lan Xichen’s eyes on him. The gaze is burning straight through him. He doesn’t know how much harder he can blush. He thinks he’s reached his limit.

“Two more Wanyin. You’re doing so well” The praise shoots right through him.

“...Harder..” A quiet and muffled voice is heard from down below. 

“Hmm? Did you say something Wanyin?” Silence follows for a brief moment, as if Jiang Cheng is contemplating staying silent. “Harder…Please Huan-Ge..!” 

Oh my

He sounds sounds so desperate

“Harder? Mmm, really do surprise me in the best of ways. I’ve been dreaming about taking you over my lap like this. Of seeing this flesh bounce and heat and bruise  because of my hand. You don’t know just how stunning your posterior is Wanyin. Why do you think I couldn’t drag my eyes away from it” Lan Xichen’s voice is steady, but it does come out harsher, like he’s on the verge just from imagining it. 

“If you insist” A harder smack is delivered to his cheeks, the searing pain immense.

“MMm, Fuck-!! Huan-Ge. F-fuck, god PLEASE-” Jiang Cheng is utterly desperate now. The pressure sitting in his groin is ready to explode.

“Come for me, A-Cheng” 

One final spank to his hole is all it takes for the pressure to blow. Jiang Cheng’s vision whites out, stars blinking behind his eyes. The pleasure is so overwhelming, the sting of pain heightening it further. His cock spurts out streaks of white that stain Lan Xichen’s robes.

His hips are making aborted little thrusts against the thighs behind him, riding out and prolonging the pleasure from his explosive orgasm. His hips are twitching as the pleasure ebbs away, last small spurts of come forcing their way out of the tip of his cock and ruining the robes below him. He doesn’t even realise he’s started crying until he tastes the salty tears in his mouth.

It takes a moment for him to come back to his body, a gentle hand rubbing at his bruised buttocks. Lan Xichen is murmuring praises above him. How good he was, how he took it so well.

He feels like he's been jolted back into his body when he feels the hard erection below him. Fuck, Lan Xichen still hasn’t come yet. But he feels too heavy to move. It’s lucky he doesn’t have to think about this dilemma any longer, because strong arms are hauling him fully onto the bed, chest and face down against the bed.

Hands are then positioning his shoulders down onto the bed and pulling his hips up until his sore ass is in the air. 

“Huan-Ge. Please..” He sounds so broken. He doesn’t know what he’s pleading for.

“Shh, you’re okay. I promise I won’t fuck you tonight. I’d like for your behind to heal a bit before I do. It looks so puffy and tender….Fuck” Lan Xichen gets distracted by the site infront of him. Jiang Cheng face down, the abused flesh of his ass glowing red drawing Lan Xichen’s attention in. He has his head turned to the side against the bed to peer at Lan Xichen. There are tears tracks down his face and his eyes look red and irritated. 

“Just stay just like that for me…Good A-Cheng” He moves closer to Jiang Cheng, the engorged shaft of his cock in hand, and positions it to drag along the cleft of his ass. That’s how Lan Xichen positions himself for the next couple minutes.

Cock sliding up and down between those cheeks, mimicking as if he was actually fucking Jiang Cheng. The head of his dick occasionally catches on the puffy rim of Jiang Cheng’s hole. It makes Jiang Cheng’s breath hitch every time he feels that cock nudge up against his rim.

“..Come on Huan-Ge..You can be rougher-!” There are tears glistening in his eyes

Lan Xichen swears he feels something snap inside him at the site. His left hand moves to grip Jiang Cheng’s hip and his right hand holds his cock between his ass. That’s how he comes. Rutting between the plush globes, his right hand pushing his cock down and grinding between the pressure of them both.

His cock gushes out white, dripping down between Jiang Cheng’s ass, dripping over his puffy rim. Lan Xichen feels his cock give a valiant twitch at the site and forces out another stream of his seed, using his cock head to rub it against Jiang Cheng’s hole. God he wants to fucking breed this hole. 

“F-Fuck Wanyin-” He gasps as the last dredges of his orgasm ring out of him, but he has half a mind to collpase next to Jiang Cheng instead of on top of him. Jiang Cheng is barely conscious, his eyes following Lan Xichen collapsing beside him before letting his hips fall, letting himself lay down against the bed. Arms are wrapped around him, before he’s being pulled against a strong chest.

“Rest, I’ll tend to your wounds later” A kiss is pressed to the crown of his head. “I love you, my heart” That’s all Jiang Cheng needs to drift off, safe in his beloved’s arms.

He wakes up a little while later. Groggily he tries to push himself up onto his elbows, but finds he doesn’t have the strength. He feels like everything has been sapped out of him and there’s a delicious ache in his backside. He knows he won’t be able to sit down for the next week without remembering the shape of Lan Xichen’s palm.

The idea of said man brings him back to reality, moving his head around to try and find him.

“Wanyin? Are you feeling okay?” There’s a soft voice coming from further down his body.

He peers down the length of his body to find lan Xichen resting precariously near his aching and inflamed rear. There’s a jar open beside him, filled with what looks like a medicinal salve. Lan Xichen’s hands are glistening and rubbing the salve into the red flesh. It’s soothing.

“Mmm.. I feel alright….Thank you” He feels his face flame upon thanking Lan Xichen. He loves this man so much. He really doesn’t know what he would do without him. The man below him just chuckles before wiping his hands on a spare wash cloth.

“Your wounds should heal within the next couple days. I acquired a salve to help with the healing. Hopefully you shouldn’t be in pain for too long”

Jiang Cheng almost feels…disappointed at that. He kind of wants it to last. He wants to feel the ache in his bones for the rest of his love. The disappointment must show on his face.

“Hey now, don’t look so upset. We can always fix that” 

“Y-You! Was tonight not enough for you? I don’t think my ass could take another beating like that..!” 

‘Hmmm” Is all he gets as a response. 

Jiang Cheng stares at him.

“...You’re lucky I love you”