WWX can have a little dick, as a treat.
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"I am certain Wei Ying will like it." Lan Wangji looked so earnest that Jiang Cheng could have hugged him.
"Mm." He scoffed instead, crossing his arms over his chest "A-Jie spoils him too much."
"Mn."
Jiang Cheng wasn't sure if Lan Wangji's non-committal response was an agreement or not, most likely not, since Hanguang-Jun tended to dote on their chaotic lover even worse than Jiang Yanli at times.
Their topic of conversation casually wandered inside, black robes dusty and dead leaves caught in his long dark hair. Jiang Cheng couldn't help himself.
"What the hell have you been doing? You're filthy!"
"Jiang Cheng..." Wei Wuxian whined and bumped his head against Jiang Cheng's shoulder, like a cat seeking affection "So mean to me..."
"You-"
"Wei Ying."
They both turned to look at Lan Wangji, who beckoned to Wei Wuxian with one hand. The Yiling Patriarch gave Jiang Cheng the handful of twigs he'd been holding and skipped over to his lover.
"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, you still love me."
"Yes, Wei Ying. Come. Sit."
Jiang Cheng frowned at the broken twigs, likely part of some harebrained invention Wei Wuxian had dreamed up during his walk through the forest. He set them aside with more care than the frown on his face would indicate, and went to fetch the surprise.
Lan Wangji patiently plucked the leaves from Wei Wuxian's long hair while the man all but purred under his touch, snuggling up to his side.
Jiang Cheng returned and placed a huge, bright red cake in front of Wei Wuxian, then sat down next to him. Wei Wuxian sat up straight and peered at the perfectly iced cake, delicate gold writing glimmered among detailed frosting flowers and flourishes. He looked up at Jiang Cheng, dark eyes wide.
"For me?"
"No, its for Lan Wangji. Idiot. Of course its for you!"
A bright smile appeared on Wei Wuxian's face and he attempted to wriggle over for kisses but Lan Wangji put a hand on his arm.
"Blow out the candles" He suggested "Before they burn out."
Wei Wuxian nodded and turned his gaze back to the cake.
"Make a wish." Lan Wangji murmured in his ear.
His smile widened as his thoughts took a more devious turn, the younger Lan's breath ghosting against his skin. He put out the few thin candles with a breath and swiped one long finger through the icing. Jiang Cheng went to slap his hand away but Wei Wuxian was too quick, lifting his finger to his mouth to lick it clean. Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji both watched him make a show of it, finally removing his finger from his mouth with a wet pop.
"Mm, delicious." He said.
"Shameless." Lan Wangji shook his head.
"Let me taste."
Wei Wuxian looked at Jiang Cheng, his pretty head tilted in question, then found himself pulled into a rough kiss. Though his lips were impossibly soft, kissing Jiang Cheng was like wildfire, fierce and electric, and Wei Wuxian could do naught but let him lick the sweet, spiced taste of the icing from every inch of his mouth.
When finally Jiang Cheng was satisfied he pulled back, teeth lightly grazing his plush bottom lip.
"So sweet." He murmured.
Wei Wuxian laughed breathlessly and settled himself astride Jiang Cheng's lap. He turned to look at Lan Wangji and beckoned him closer with an impatient hand movement, while Jiang Cheng's lips started to trace his jawline.
Lan Wangji knelt before Wei Wuxian and tipped his head back further with slender fingers against his chin.
"Happy Birthday, Wei Ying." He said softly, pausing a moment, before claiming his mouth.
If Jiang Cheng was fire then Lan Wangji was ice, cold enough to burn, strong and unyielding. His lips moved slowly, tongue delving deep, swallowing any small noises Wei Wuxian made. Jiang Cheng closed his mouth over the racing pulse in Wei Wuxian's throat, sucking hard, earning a muffled groan from the slender man in his lap. He pulled back, lifting his gaze to watch Lan Wangji dominate the kiss, his hands coming to settle on Wei Wuxian's waist.
Lan Wangji ended the kiss with a long, slow lick that made the other man whimper. His amber eyes flicked to Jiang Cheng, holding a silent question. Jiang Cheng nodded and let Wei Wuxian be pulled out of his lap into the others arms.
Despite the added weight, Lan Wangji smoothly got to his feet, making his boyfriend squeal and cling to him tightly. Jiang Cheng watched them leave the room, then had the good sense to cover the cake, saving his sister's hard work, before he put out the lights and followed. Wangji was trying to undress with Wei Ying wrapped around his torso, nuzzling against his collarbone. Jiang Cheng shrugged out of his own robes, undressing to his underwear, and flopped down on the bed.
"Wei Wuxian, get over here."
He turned his head at the sound of his name, eyes lighting up when he caught sight of a nearly naked Jiang Cheng stretched out before him. He wriggled out of the others arms and happily settled astride his lover's lap once more. Jiang Cheng pulled him down into another kiss, his rough hands tangling in his long, dark hair. Wei Wuxian tasted like heaven and felt like a dream, mouth soft and skin hot, and he lost himself in the sensation.
Lan Wangji disrobed and knelt beside the pair, running his hands up Wei Wuxian's back to push the robes from his shoulders. He took hold of Wei Ying's ponytail and pulled his head to the side, breaking their kiss, so he could lean over and kiss Jiang Cheng in his stead. Wei Wuxian whimpered, Wangji's tight grip on his hair sending bolts of pleasure through his thin form.
"Do you want to go first?" Lan Wangji said quietly, almost against Jiang Cheng's lips.
"No." Jiang Cheng punctuated the word with a firm press of lips "You go. I want him already stretched and soaking wet."
"Mn."
"A-Cheng!" Wei Wuxian gasped, any further protests swallowed by Lan Wangji's mouth, the man sucking hard on his tongue, teeth catching his bottom lip. He let go of the other's hair and kissed along his jaw, moving further behind him, kissing the nape of his neck. Wei Wuxian tipped his head forward, cheeks flushed, as between them they made short work of his clothing.
He braced his hands flat against Jiang Cheng's bare chest, fingertips tracing an old scar, shuddering in pleasure as Lan Wangji ran a hand down his spine, fingers slipping inside his underwear to squeeze his ass. Jiang Cheng took hold of his thighs and ground their hips together, swiftly hardening lengths separated only by the thin material of their undergarments.
"Turn around."
"Hmmm?"
Wei Wuxian ended up with his back against Jiang Cheng's chest, slightly propped up against a bunch of pillows, Lan Wangji kneeling between their spread legs.
"You're so fucking pretty." Jiang Cheng mumbled.
Wangji flashed him a smirk that made both men weak and lowered his perfect mouth to the hard cock in front of him. Wei Wuxian threw his head back, spine bowed, inadvertently grinding his ass against Jiang Cheng's cock trapped underneath him.
"Ahh Lan Zhan La-a"
"Mmmmm?" His deep voice rumbled against Wei Wuxian's skin.
"A-Zhan..."
Breathless and writhing, he continued to mumble nonsense while they took him apart. Jiang Cheng's long fingers pinched his sensitive nipples, Lan Wangji's hand on his abdomen holding him down, while his mouth was working fucking magic on his cock.
"Aaaa-Zhan Lan Zhan I"
"Mmmm."
Lan Wangji would not stop, and with a sharp cry Wei Wuxian came hard, spilling deep in his lovers throat. He rode the waves of orgasm, body pulled taut, then collapsed back against Jiang Cheng, gasping for breath. Wangji licked him clean then lifted his head and was pulled into a rough, messy kiss by Jiang Cheng who groaned at the taste of Wei Ying on his lips. Dazed and trapped between them, Wei Wuxian could only turn his head and watch, heart thundering in his chest.
Lips bruised and wet, Wangji lowered his head to kiss his other lover, weight braced on one hand while the other trailed down his side, fingers kneading his hip and thigh. Wei Wuxian shifted underneath him, making small noises into the kiss, body tense when one knowing finger circled the rim of his tight entrance. He felt Wangji smile against his lips, then the taller man leant back to find lubricant.
Jiang Cheng guided Wei Wuxian's head to the side and kissed the corner of his mouth, trailing open mouthed kisses along his jaw, behind his ear, down his throat. Lan Wangji's hands were on him again then, and though the first touch of the oil was somehow always cold those slick fingers rubbing against him were hot, and he was on fire the moment first one finger, then a second, were pressed inside. Wangji gave him a moment to adjust but Wei Wuxian was more than ready the moment those fingers began to move, whole body shuddering with sensation when Wangji found what he was looking for. He purposefully dragged his fingers over that bundle of nerves a couple of times, making his Wei Ying gasp and sob between them. He worked on stretching him for a few moments longer then withdrew his hand, wrapping those long fingers around his own hard shaft, spreading the oil from base to tip.
Wei Wuxian was already panting, mouth open and cheeks flushed, Jiang Cheng's long fingers resting against his collarbone. Lan Wangji positioned his cock at Wei Wuxian's entrance and pushed the thick head against the tight ring of muscle. Wei Wuxian moved his hips, throwing his head back with a groan as the muscle gave way to the intrusion. Jiang Cheng wrapped his hand around the long line of his lovers throat, Wei Wuxian's pulse racing under his fingertips. Lan Wangji gripped his hips tightly, sure to bruise, and fought to sheathe every inch of himself inside the impossibly tight body between them. He paused, buried to the hilt, until Wei Wuxian started to whine, and then pulled out again almost all the way, rolling his hips and pushing back in with a snap. Watching his face, Wangji repeated the movement, then satisfied their lover could take it he started to move faster.
Jiang Cheng tightened his grip, cutting Wei Wuxian's air intake, his head pulled right back. Lan Wangji lifted the man's calves up onto his shoulders, leaning forward to fold Wei Ying almost in half, his long hair tumbled over his shoulders with the forward movement, sliding against his lover's flushed skin. Jiang Cheng kissed the side of Wei Wuxian's face, talking nonsense against his ear. Wei Wuxian had a death grip on Wangji's broad shoulders, sobbing desperately, gasping for air. His vision started to dim at the edges and his pretty eyes rolled back into his skull, he was so close, his body pushed to the edge of oblivion once again.
And between them, his lovers sent him screaming into the abyss.
He could barely make a sound with such a tight grip at his throat, and he might have lost consciousness for a second as the world went white, such intense pleasure shooting through his thin frame it was almost unbearable.
Lan Wangji groaned as the tight muscle clenched around his cock, shivering to his own completion, filling his lover with his hot seed. He bowed his head, breathing hard, then started to disentangle himself, letting Wei Wuxian's legs fall back to the bed. He softly stroked his lover's cheek until his eyes fluttered open, somewhat unfocused but present nonetheless. Wangji smiled gently.
"Are you alright?"
Wei Wuxian made some garbled sound of affirmation and promptly found himself manhandled into Jiang Cheng's lap, hands braced on his chest, head falling forward against his shoulder. Jiang Cheng made him lift his head.
"Stay with me pet, we're not done here." He smirked and nipped at Wei Wuxian's reddened lips, making him gasp.
Lan Wangji made himself comfortable next to them.
"A-Cheng... please..." Wei Wuxian mumbled, voice hoarse.
Jiang Cheng ran his hands down the smooth expanse of his lover's back, cupping his ass to lift him higher up his body. Wei Wuxian fell forward, tucking his head into the crook of Jiang Cheng's neck, whimpering as calloused fingers circled his dripping hole.
"Please what?" Jiang Cheng asked, dipping his fingers into the slick, biting back a moan.
Wei Wuxian mumbled something incoherent against his skin, and Jiang Cheng lined himself up with the entrance to his lover's body. He didn't have to push hard and soon bottomed out, Wei Wuxian's muscles quivering, clenching, Wangji's cum dripping down his balls. It was every bit as filthy and fucking hot as he'd hoped.
He adjusted his grip so he could thrust up into the body above him. He'd been so hard for so long now it was going to be over quickly, and Wei Wuxian's breathy little moans next to his ear spurred him on, harder, faster, Lan Wangji just fucking laying there watching with that fucking smirk on his face.
Jiang Cheng closed his eyes and let himself go with a long, low groan, buried to the hilt and lost in sensation. He didn't move. He didn't want to move, until Wei Wuxian wriggled in his arms to let him know that maybe he needed to move. He kissed the side of his head.
"Happy Birthday, Petal."
"Petal?"
"Mn. Petal. Blossom. Flower. The fuck other cutesy shit..."
Wei Wuxian punched him in the shoulder, weakly, and struggled to move. His lovers had to help him settle on the bed between them and he buried his face in the pillow, content.
"You can't go to sleep yet, you have to get clean."
Jiang Cheng rested his hand on his back.
"Can." Wei Wuxian's voice was extremely muffled, but his childish tone was evident. "Birthday."
Lan Wangji smiled indulgently.
"Go run a bath" He said to Jiang Cheng "I'll clean him up and join you in a moment."
Jiang Cheng thought about arguing, but he really wanted to clean himself off and a hot bath sounded like actual heaven. He nodded slightly and rolled out of bed, leaving Wangji to deal with Wei Wuxian.
In the bathroom he left the water to heat while he pulled the purple ribbon from his hair, letting it fall in a silky sheet down his back. He rolled his shoulders, frowning slightly at how stiff they were, thinking perhaps he should warm up next time they were going to do something like... that.
He was right about the bath though, the water felt fan-fucking-tastic and he sunk down into it with a soft groan. Lan Wangji entered the room a moment later and perched on the edge of the tub, sheer white robe wrapped loosely around him, one perfect eyebrow raised.
"Petal?"
Jiang Cheng splashed him.
"Fuck off."
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