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illicitly

Huaisang keeps going for a few moments longer, too caught up in the taste and texture of him in his mouth to stop right away. Reluctantly, he lets Jiang Cheng's member slip free from his mouth. It's even harder to pull back from that region of the other teenager's body but he makes himself do it, dragging himself upright. Huaisang repositions himself so he's lying face to face Jiang Cheng, eyes searching his face with unusual intensity for him.

"What do you want from me?"

He kisses him again, aching for more contact than just this. He's smart enough to know they really should talk this out before it progresses any further but it's hard to concentrate on that when he's naked in a bed with a boy he likes for the first time ever in his life.

"Tell me, A-Cheng. Do you want more kisses? Do you want to do what I just did to me? Do you want to keep going further? Should I stop?"

Without waiting for a reply, Huaisang buries his face against Jiang Cheng's neck. Unable to hold himself back anymore, he begins mouthing and sucking hard on the other teenager's neck, slowly licking what will surely be a mark of possession after all of this is over.

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inflexibility

The kiss is what he wanted, his hands smoothing up Huaisang's back as their mouths meet and Jiang Cheng loses himself in the kiss, the way Huaisang seems to know exactly what to do. His hips shift, rub against the other teenager as they kiss.

The words though, leave him a little pinker, his voice a little breathless.

"I just...Tell me what to.." The bite cuts him off, Jiang Cheng's words turning into a low moan as fingers tangle in dark hair.

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illicitly

And once again, Huaisang gets too distracted by all these new sensations and feelings to answer with specific instructions. For all his "research", he's at just as much of a loss of what he wants Jiang Cheng to do. So he continues to operate on instinctive reaction. He moans into Jiang Cheng's mouth, reaching down to grab his wrist and guide his hand down to his own aching cock. Once he closes the other teenager's fingers firmly around it, he reaches over to grip Jiang Cheng in the same fashion, rubbing his thumb over the tip.

"Stroke me," Huaisang whispers against Jiang Cheng's lips, punctuating the direction with a soft peck. "Like this."

He begins jerk the other teenager off, the movement of his wrist slow, deliberate, and methodical in a way that make it very clear that Huaisang is *very practiced* at this gesture.

"Just like this. It'll feel really good for both of us."

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inflexibility

Wrapping his hand around Huaisang has him forgetting to breathe for a moment, the weight and feel of the other teenager's shaft distracting him before his hand starts to move.

Slowly at first, a little tentative but he does try to follow the instructions, even if his hand stills when Huaisang strokes him, Jiang Cheng's head dropping back as he moans a little more loudlly.

His hips buck up into that hand as he remembers to start stroking again, his thumb sliding over the head like he'd felt Huaisang do.

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illicitly

When Jiang Cheng moans, Huaisang's quick to silence him. Even if the other boy is tentative and unsure, it still feels different in a good way from how it does when it's just his own hand. He sucks lazily on Jiang Cheng's tongue, groaning into his mouth as his grip on the other teenager's cock tightens, his movements coming faster. Huaisang thrusts eagerly into Jiang Cheng's hand, completely tuning out anything but the boy he's with right now.

Anyone could walk in on them now and Huaisang wouldn't even notice at all.

Edited Date: 2020-04-13 03:11 pm (UTC)

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tanxiang

Perhaps he wouldn't.

Or perhaps he would.

The knock on the door is out of courtesy, but Lan Wangji has no intention of waiting to be invited in. He only waits a couple seconds before sliding the door open.

He doesn't need to even get a good look at the figures together on the bed before he freezes where he is in shock.

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inflexibility

He doesn't hear the knock or anything else, his entire focus on the hand stroking him, his hips arching as he's panting Huaisang's name between moans, his grip tightening around the other teenager as he breaks the kiss just long enough to breathe.

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illicitly

Ordinarily, Huaisang's a pretty alert individual, noticing routines, patterns, and details that others might miss at first.

Now is not one of those times. Right now, he is completely taken with the boy in bed with him and engaged with what they're doing. The knock and sound of the door sliding open fall on ears deafened by raging teenage hormones.

"A-Cheng..."

The name comes out as a bit of a pathetic whining whimper, somewhat contradicted by the surprisingly fierce bite he gives Jiang Cheng's shoulder. He moans loudly when the other boy's grip tightens, thrusting somewhat frantically into his hand.

"Oh, don't stop, please don't stop..."

His own grip tightens on Jiang Cheng in return, hand moving more intently. If they can both bring each other over that edge...

Or get interrupted by their new audience. That could work, too.

From:

tanxiang

He spends a little too long staring at the two. Though he would have known immediately that it was inappropriate regardless, just days ago he would have had no idea what to make of this scene beyond that.

There's recognition now as he sees where the two of them are touching each other, and Lan Wangji hears his own name said in a tone not unlike the one the two are using with each other.

Heat rises in his ears, and his shocked expression gives way to one of absolute fury.

"Cease!"

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inflexibility

He's so close, so close that he can't help the cry that escapes the moment he shudders under Huaisang, his hips bucking up a final time just as that voice actually penetrates the haze of desire that'd taken over him.

And he can literally feel his balls shrivel up as he turns his head, color draining from his face because that is the last person he wants to see him like this, his fingers scrabbling for enough robes to at least try to cover some of himself.

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illicitly

He's almost there when that voice cuts through his happy, horny daze and ruins everything.

Nie Huaisang may not has his brother's strength and confidence but he sure as hell shares his temper. For a second, his eyes flash with sudden anger before he sits up, turning to look at their intruder. Until Wei Wuxian had shown up covered with with bruises and bitemarks, babbling on about his encounter with Lan Wangji in the cold spring, Huaisang would've been easily cowed by the other boy's presence. Couple that with sexual frustration and very new, confusing but intense feelings he's trying to sort out and he's a pot ready to boil over.

With surprising dignity for the usually anxious boy, Huaisang simply covers up Jiang Cheng then pulls his own robe onto his lap.

"What do you want, Lan-xiong? Can't you see we're busy?"

The questions are quiet but not timid, simmering with barely suppressed belligerence and resentment in that way only sullen teenagers can perfectly master.

Edited Date: 2020-04-15 03:01 am (UTC)

From:

tanxiang

The red flush stays affixed to Lan Wangji's ears as he keeps his glare trained on Nie Huaisang.

Just because he knows does not mean he condones. Just because he understands does not mean he condones. His own behavior was as inappropriate as theirs.

Lan Wangji did not want to let such thoughts return to distract him again. For all his anger at these two, it's also directed at himself. He's bothered by it again. It reminds him of his own lacking self-discipline.

"This behavior is unacceptable. Cease, and do not repeat it!"

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inflexibility

Huaisang covering him at least gives him a moment to compose himself, or try to but his mind is slower to recover, to reach for reality aside from the shock of someone interrupting what had been everything he hadn't known he wanted.

"...A-Sang." It's quiet, his hand reaching to find the other teenager's, Jiang Cheng,s gaze darting to Wangji.

"...We..." He clears his throat, gaze drifting to Wangji for a moment before he just goes quiet again, shame bringing a flush to his skin.

From:

illicitly

"It's going to be all right," Huaisang says in a rush, ignoring Wangji for the moment, gripping Jiang Cheng's hand with unusual firmness. "I'll make it all right. Somehow."

The Nie Sect is full of warriors, well-known for strong and violent nature. And despite his disinterest in cultivation and saber practice, Huaisang, too, is a fighter, one who battles with his wits, not a blade. His mind works quickly, trying to hold down the rising fury in him at that shameful blush. But he knows that threatening to reveal his own wrongdoing will backfire. Huaisang and Jiang Cheng were both there watching when Wei Wuxian's gambit to deflect punishment onto Lan Wangji fail, resulting in a beating for both of them.

"Lan-xiong," he begins quietly with forced civility. "...I apologize. I... I let my emotions get the better of me. I seduced Jiang Cheng. If someone here must be punished, let it be me."

What is this? Nie Huaisang offering himself up for disciplinary action? The coward who whines and complains after half an hour of most strenuous activities? Then again, it's not the first time, he's offered to do something for someone else, seemingly free of charge...

From:

tanxiang

It is not the sort of plea that will work. Lan Wangji's fists shake for a moment, and he has to pause and refocus in order to still them.

Being seduced is not an excuse. Just because one was not the instigator does not remove their responsibility for participating in the situation.

It's still shameful.

It's still a mistake.

"Both shall be punished. Dress."

He isn't sure if he will turn the two of them over right away, but he knows that they need to at least clothe themselves.

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inflexibility

He's still for a long moment, lying there under the robe before he moves to sit up slowly, his fingers flexing and unconsciously reaching for Huaisang's.

For reassurance. This is....something he'd never want to be found out and he knows if they're going to be punished, word will get around.

And back to his family.

"...I.."

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illicitly

Huaisang knows. He can read Jiang Cheng like a book now. He feels his control slipping so he squeezes the other teen's fingers. Taking the fall hadn't worked but there has to be something else that will. For now though, Huaisang reaches for his robe.

"Just... Just get dressed for now, A-Cheng. We'll figure this out."

As he speaks, he reaches up and lays his hand tenderly on Jiang Cheng's cheek, leaning toward to rest his forehead against the other teen's.

"...But I wish Wei-xiong were here. He's a better talker than me."

With the damage already done, Huaisang kisses Jiang Cheng's mouth softly then stands up to get dressed.

From:

tanxiang

At the mention of Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji's jaw gives an almost imperceptible twitch. He watches the displays of affection with a continued glare, though to one who could read it, there's much more than simple anger beneath the surface.

It's the kiss that finally has him snapping again.

"Impudence."

There was likely no question that he would walk out and leave them to dress themselves without being observed, but as if to make certain it's clear, Lan Wangji takes a step into the room and closes the door behind him without moving his gaze from the two.

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inflexibility

He leans into the touch, his fingers curling around Huaisang's wrist briefly and when the kiss comes, he returns it, even if it's brief.

Then he moves to cleaning himself off with the sheet before starting to dress, pulling on his pants and first layer of robes, gaze darting to Huaisang as he does so.

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illicitly

Impudence.

A side effect of friendship with Wei Wuxian, to be certain. When Huaisang had first arrived here, he'd been meek, easily discouraged, and cautious to the point of cowardice. Meeting and getting to know someone special has a way of changing people, inspiring them in a ways they never knew they needed. His crush on his friend may have faded but Huaisang still admires Wei Wuxian and looks to his lessons for guidance, even after he's gone.

What would Wei Wuxian do this situation? Talk.

So Huaisang strikes up a casual conversation with Jiang Cheng as he gets dressed, ignoring the supervisor blocking the door for the moment.

"Have you received any letters from Wei-xiong recently, A-Cheng? He sent me a painting he just finished not too long ago. i think he's bored without us to help keep him entertained."

Huaisang chuckles as if to lighten the tension in room. He rests his hand on Jiang Cheng's shoulder a moment.

Edited Date: 2020-04-16 03:50 am (UTC)

From:

tanxiang

Again Nie Huaisang speaks of Wei Wuxian. Again he drives home the point that Lan Wangji as well became caught up in such a shameful act.

It is all improper. A distraction from cultivation. If these two are here to learn from the Lan Sect, they must follow the rules. Lan Wangji must also follow the rules. Much to his own disgust, he has become too familiar with what can happen if one allows themselves too much indulgence.

His nails dig into his palms as he clenches his fists almost tight enough to cause bleeding.

"Silence. Do not touch. Dress."

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inflexibility

Huaisang may have spent too much time with Wei Wuxian before he'd left but at the moment, it was something to focus on that didn't involve the feeling of wanting to sink into the floor as he dressed. "He..um..doesn't really write me much.I think he knows you'll be more receptive to his rambling. But it doesn't surprise me."

His fingers fumble for a moment at the touch, breath catching as his eyes meet Huaisang's.

"...I.." He takes a breath. "What else did he say?"

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illicitly

Huaisang hesitates before answering, looking to Lan Wangji for a long moment. As merciless as his temper can be, he's not an unkind person. He's not someone who delights in unnecessary cruelty toward others or takes sadistic pleasure in their suffering unless he's been given specific reason to. He's been told not to speak and truth be told, he doesn't really know Lan Wangji all that well just from what he's observed of the other boy and everything Wei Wuxian has told him about him.

Jiang Cheng needs the distraction right now so he continues to speak quietly as he pulls on his robe, further impudence but necessary he thinks.

"Oh, it was just the usual. 'Lan Zhan, this, Lan Zhan, that...' You know how he gets. He's been wanting to know about him, how he's doing, what he's been up to... If he's seeing any girls... You know, that type of thing."

Of course, Wei Wuxian's letters hold a lot more than just that, too, but that's all Huaisang's willing to disclose right now. He finishes getting dressed and waits for Jiang Cheng to do the same. Then he simply takes the other boy's hand and holds it.

No matter what happens now, they're in it together. Jiang Cheng won't have to deal with the fallout of this alone.

From:

tanxiang

Lan Wangji tries to ignore the fact that Wei Wuxian was apparently still talking about him, enough to mention him in letters to others. He doesn't wish to think of him. Ideally, he wishes others would not even speak of him in his presence. The less he thinks of Wei Wuxian, the sooner his focus will return to cultivation as it should.

When the two hold hands, Lan Wangji's gaze immediately focuses in on the action.

"Let go."

That is all he says before he turns around and slides the door open again. He steps out and starts to make his way back towards the main area. Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang should know better than to not follow.

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inflexibility

When he leaves, Jiang Cheng sways for a moment before sinking onto the bed, looking up at Huaisang, his expression just this side of terrified.

"..A-Sang.." Because this is the worst thing that could have happened and he can already hear his mother's voice.

"If they send word to my family..."