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‘Why am I letting you do this again?’

‘Because you love me,’ Wei Wuxian chirps cheerfully, swinging his legs from where he’s sat atop Jiang Cheng’s bed, ‘Hm, doesn’t look quite right yet.’

‘Wei Wuxian,’ Jiang Cheng sighs, ‘We’ve been doing this for hours.’

‘Not enough,’ Wei Wuxian says, bringing up a finger to his lips and tapping, ‘Actually, wait, try that one with the ruffles.’

‘Are you serious.’

‘When am I not?’ A pause. ‘Don’t answer that.’

‘Wasn’t planning to,’ Jiang Cheng snorts, and shrugs out of the shirt before slipping on the long-sleeved t-shirt with the small ruffles at the hem. He looks at himself in the mirror. The white color actually goes well with the purple of his skirt, he thinks, and it seems that Wei Wuxian agrees with him, going by the way he hums appreciatively.

‘That’s good.’

Jiang Cheng nods, and moves to put away the clothes strewn over the floor.

‘Chengcheng,’ Wei Wuxian says suddenly.

Jiang Cheng stifles a groan. ’What.’

Wei Wuxian grins at him lazily, drawing his legs up to the bed and making his own red skirt ruck up a little. ‘Let me do your makeup.’

‘For gods’ sake, Wei Wuxian,’ Jiang Cheng swears, pausing and glaring up at Wei Wuxian, ‘We are literally going to a sleepover. What the fuck is makeup for? And I still don’t even know why we’re going to the sleepover in the first place. Fucking Jin Zixuan.’

Wei Wuxian laughs a bit. ‘Yes, I know, but he’s rich and it’ll be fun to mooch off him. Besides, he was forced to hold the sleepover by his mother so us going will only make him suffer more.’

Jiang Cheng sighs, and finishes folding the clothes. He takes a place beside Wei Wuxian. ‘You only told me we were going, by the way. Who else is coming?’

‘Hmm,’ Wei Wuxian says, and starts ticking off on his fingers, ‘Well, it’ll be us, Jin Zixuan, Nie Huaisang, Wen Ning, and Lan Zhan.’

Jiang Cheng raises an eyebrow. ‘Lan Zhan? Lan Wangji? How did you even get him to come?’

‘I have my ways.’

Jiang Cheng raises his other eyebrow.

Wei Wuxian only lasts for a minute. ‘Don’t look at me like that, Jiang Cheng!’ his friend says, ‘I just—promised him that I’d be quiet in class for a week!’

‘Clearly you needed to promise him that for a month,’ Jiang Cheng mumbles, but Wei Wuxian catches it anyways. But he doesn’t say anything, instead standing up and gesturing for Jiang Cheng to sit at the dressing table.

‘My mom’ll drive us in half an hour,’ Wei Wuxian tells him, and Jiang Cheng lets himself get lulled into the familiar motions of letting Wei Wuxian do his makeup before they have to set off.

In the end, he ends up with a light layer of makeup and a soft pink lipstick and some eyeliner when they have to leave.

‘Do you have everything?’ Jiang Cheng asks, shrugging his backpack on, which contains the essentials—toiletries, a change of clothes, some snacks plus some other miscellaneous shit that Jiang Cheng likes to carry around for peace of mind.

‘My mom’s bringing them,’ Wei Wuxian grins.

Jiang Cheng barely refrains from rolling his eyes. ‘Baby,’ he snorts, ‘you’re fucking nineteen already. Do something by yourself for once.’

‘I do!’

‘Uh huh, sure.’

Wei Wuxian grins and boops him on the nose just as they hear a car honking outside; Jiang Cheng forgoes killing his best friend to look out the window to see a car in front of his house.

‘Let’s go!’

With that, he’s dragged downstairs and barely has time to say goodbye to his mother before he’s being dragged out of the door, flung into Wei Wuxian’s mother’s car, and then forcibly kidnapped to go to Jin Zixuan’s “sleepover”.

‘A-Cheng,’ Wei Wuxian’s mother says, ‘A-Ying. You both look wonderful. Anyone you’re planning to impress?’

Jiang Cheng snorts and crosses his arms, but he’s smiling as he says, ‘Oh yeah, his boyfriend’s going to be there.’

‘Chengcheng!’

‘I gathered,’ Cangse Sanren says, smiling wickedly at him from the rearview mirror, ‘But what about you, A-Cheng? Someone you have your eyes on?’

‘No one in particular,’ Jiang Cheng says, feeling oddly shy and looking away, ‘People annoy me, anyways.’

Cangse Sanren laughs and says, ‘Too bad you’re going to a place full of people.’

Jiang Cheng huffs out a laugh together with Wei Wuxian, and it is not long before they arrive and are waving goodbye to Wei Wuxian’s mother as she yells at them ‘stay safe and don’t get pregnant!’ as she speeds away.

For what is possibly the millionth time since they’ve known each other, Jiang Cheng blandly remarks that this is where Wei Wuxian got his shamelessness from.

They’re escorted into what seems to be the living room—Jin Zixuan and Nie Huaisang are already there, seemingly talking about something, while the television is switched on to some kind of documentary behind them. Lan Wangji is there too, but he seems to be perfectly okay by himself—

Well, that is. Until he sees Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng swears that Lan Wangji, the person with literally the blankest face in the entire world, fucking lights up at the sight of Wei Wuxian in a black mesh shirt and a red skirt.

‘Jiang-xiong!’ Nie Huaisang says, waving them over once he sees them, ‘Wei-xiong!’

‘Huaisang,’ Jiang Cheng says, followed by Wei Wuxian’s cheerful Nie-xiong! before he almost literally flings himself into Lan Wangji’s arms.

‘We just need to wait for Wen Ning to arrive,’ Jin Zixuan says stiffly, ‘And then we will go downstairs.’

Jiang Cheng barely stops himself from rolling his eyes as he takes a seat beside Nie Huaisang, because Jin Zixuan is acting like so much of a peacock it’s almost enough to make Jiang Cheng stomp out of the house, politeness be damned.

Thankfully, before Jiang Cheng can actually commit homicide, Wen Ning rushes in, apologizing for being late, and he feels his anger dissipate a bit. Wen Ning, though still being a bit too shy for Jiang Cheng, is still a good friend—in fact, Jiang Cheng thinks he can say that aside from Lan Xichen and Wei Wuxian, Wen Ning is the person he’s closest to.

‘Come on, this way,’ Jin Zixuan says, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking more awkward than he has any right to be.

They chatter as they move through the halls; Jiang Cheng knows that the Jins are rich but—

Still. Nobody should have a fucking private theatre in their goddamn basement! That shit is way too expensive!

Both him and Wei Wuxian exchange looks of horror as Jin Zixuan gleefully informs that the ten-person room is the smallest out of all their theatre rooms.

However, even Jiang Cheng can appreciate the fact that the room is approximately a huge beanbag with a shitton of pillows, and he can’t even care for propriety as he and Wei Wuxian take one look at each other and dive into the medley of assorted pillows with the glee of two five-year-olds.

Behind him, Jiang Cheng hears something akin to a snort and a murmur of babies that sounds like it comes from Jin Zixuan.

And before he can do anything, Jiang Cheng turns around to see Jin Zixuan getting lobbed in the face with the pillow.

And Jin Zixuan, the dumb, dense idiot he is, growls and throws the pillow back at Wei Wuxian, except that he misses and hits Jiang Cheng right in the face.

Jiang Cheng stops. Jin Zixuan pales.

‘Oh, you are so dead,’ Jiang Cheng growls.

From then on, it’s all out war.

Even fucking Lan Wangji gets dragged into it; he, Wei Wuxian, and Jiang Cheng end up on one side with Wen Ning, Jin Zixuan, and Nie Huaisang on the other, and it is absolute chaos.

He’s glad the doors are closed, because they’re yelling—well, him, Wei Wuxian, and Jin Zixuan are, the others are very busy beating each other to death—and Jiang Cheng almost chokes on his laughter at some point, which makes Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji defend him.

And then Jin Zixuan’s bopped on the head with Nie Huaisang’s pillow and Jiang Cheng has the absolute pleasure of watching Nie Huaisang near suffocate Jin Zixuan before going, ‘oh, sorry, Jin-xiong, but the world is a cruel place,’ before flitting to their side to take cover.

Needless to say, everything after that ends up with a free-for-all match and only finally ends with Jin Zixuan and Wen Ning concede, followed by Lan Wangji, who does his very elegant version of “collapsing” onto one of the beanbags. Wei Wuxian, too, falls back with a loud laugh.

And that leaves Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng, but...while they’d been tussling about, their last position ends with Nie Huaisang straddling Jiang Cheng, whose skirt has been rucked up, which means—which means that Nie Huaisang is directly sitting on top of Jiang Cheng’s clothed dick with only a few layers in between.

And fuck, Jiang Cheng really wishes that Nie Huaisang didn’t have to be so fucking perceptive in matters like this, because there’s a slow, torturous moment when he leans down and trails a finger down the side of Jiang Cheng’s neck.

At least he can pretend that his heart is beating from the exertion rather than the pressure of Nie Huaisang smirking at him like that.

Thankfully, thankfully, Jin Zixuan clears his throat, but before they have a second to actually talk about what happened, there’s a knock on the door and the food arrives.

A small portable table is set up for them, and with the atmosphere significantly lighter, they gather around it—the food is good, Jiang Cheng thinks begrudgingly, because there’s such a large assortment of them—pizza and fries, but also rice and curry, and slightly bland soup and more lightly-flavored food for Lan Wangji.

Dinner passes with small talk and making jokes at each other; even Jin Zixuan looks slightly less insufferable as he talks with Lan Wangji about university. Jiang Cheng, as always, does not talk, because he 1) does not like talking, and 2) is too busy stuffing his face with food, and no, he does not care that he looks undignified, because if Wei Wuxian can practically be in Lan Wangji’s lap while eating, Jiang Cheng can be allowed to stow food for himself to eat in peace.

After that, there’s another problem—

Of what they’re going to watch.

Of course, Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian and Jin Zixuan are arguing over what to watch, because those three are picky as fuck with the movies they watch—Jiang Cheng is too, but he can live through a shitty movie if it means those people will just stop yelling.

Which means that he, Wen Ning and Lan Wangji end up in a corner talking sedately among themselves for at least fifteen minutes before the other three collectively decide on a horror movie.

Jiang Cheng can only blame himself for trusting Wei Wuxian to pick something that he’ll like. His best friend, as always, is a huge fucking pain in the ass.

Jiang Cheng settles in at the back, with Nie Huaisang beside him, who chatters about the movie—apparently it’s his choice—and with the other Jin Zixuan and Wen Ning in front of them and the gross, shameless couple in front of them. Jiang Cheng stretches his arms out over his head, groaning, and settles into the beanbag-slash-mattress while Nie Huaisang keeps up a steady stream of information about the movie beside him.

‘At this point I’ll be finished with the movie even before it begins,’ Jiang Cheng grumbles, reaching out to take the box of popcorn that’s magically appeared in Nie Huaisang’s hands. His friend yelps quietly.

‘Jiang-xiong, so mean,’ he mutters petulantly, but he shuffles closer to Jiang Cheng’s side to reach for the popcorn himself.

So, here’s the thing.

The thing is—Jiang Cheng is scared as fuck of horror movies.

There is literally no fucking rational explanation for why he does; he just loathes them with a passion greater than he hates Wei Wuxian—though, he wonders if it was because Wei Wuxian forced him to watch The Conjuring when they were children. Fortunately, he wasn’t the only one who came out scarred, but between the two of them, Jiang Cheng is definitely more scared of horror movies.

And Nie Huaisang fucking knows this. Jiang Cheng isn’t sure why he decided to sit next to him, but he knows that it can’t mean anything good, not when Wei Wuxian will probably be cozying up to Lan Wangji for the entirety of the movie.

‘Jiang-xiong,’ Nie Huaisang says, at the beginning sequence—huh, he’d gotten closer, Jiang Cheng thinks, shifting minutely—‘You don’t like these types of movies, right?’

Jiang Cheng narrows his eyes at him. Even in the relative darkness, he knows that there’s no way Nie Huaisang will miss it. Isn’t it fucking obvious, he wants to say, but firmly keeps his mouth shut.

Nie Huaisang is getting closer, and Jiang Cheng can do nothing but narrow his eyes at him. ‘Would you mind,’ Nie Huaisang says, voice dipping deceptively low, ‘if I helped...distract you?’

With that, his hand drops to rest on Jiang Cheng"s thigh—right where his legs had fallen open to make himself more comfortable—and he brushes the pads of his fingers oh so slightly against the inside where he knows Jiang Cheng is sensitive.

‘Nie Huaisang,’ he hisses, face going up in flames once he realizes what his friend is planning to do, ‘You have to be fucking kidding me.’

His friend fucking shrugs, inching closer, and Jiang Cheng physically can’t move away, not as Nie Huaisang’s fingers grip the inside of his thigh, not as Nie Huaisang leans close, close enough that his breath ghosts cross Jiang Cheng’s cheek, not as Nie Huaisang’s close enough that Jiang Cheng would only have to tip his head forward the tiniest bit to kiss him—

‘It’ll be fun,’ Nie Huaisang whispers, and fuck Jiang Cheng—shouldn’t be doing this! He’s in someone else’s house; someone that can and will rat him out if he’s found like this inside his own fucking house—but the offer is so tempting and he hates that Nie Huaisang is correct because at least five or ten minutes of the movie has passed without Jiang Cheng getting anything inside his brain. ‘Jiang-xiong, please?’

Jiang Cheng should not do this. He should not. Though it isn’t a very well-concealed fact that he and Nie Huaisang are known to hook up from time to time, it’s still known, and Jiang Cheng is a hundred percent sure that Jin Zixuan will mind if he and Nie Huaisang get it on inside his own house, where he can see them.

He looks at Nie Huaisang, who’s pulling his signature puppy-eyed face, and—Jiang Cheng knows. He knows how manipulative and scheming Nie Huaisang can be, though it’s mainly used on getting out of lessons and other unimportant things, but point is, Nie Huaisang fucking knows that he’ll have Jiang Cheng—among many others—wrapped around his little finger with that fucking face.

‘Fine,’ he relents, because Jiang Cheng never said he wasn’t weak to puppy faces and Nie Huaisang is one of the best at those considering he’s literally had his whole life to perfect that face.

His friend grins. It’s that grin that Jiang Cheng hates because it fucking turns him on and makes him want to be a stupid pathetic mess of goo for Nie Huaisang to handle because damn Nie Huaisang’s very fucking good with his hands.

Very, very, good with his hands.

That fact is demonstrated by the fact that Nie Huaisang’s now leaning against his own seat again, but his fingers are skillfully brushing against the inside of Jiang Cheng’s thighs, rubbing over spots he knows Jiang Cheng likes, and he can’t stop himself from spreading his legs just a little bit more.

Nie Huaisang looks over and smirks at him, as if saying already? but Jiang Cheng will not acknowledge that. Instead, he folds his arms and looks away.

He can still see Nie Huaisang smirking in his peripheral.

He takes a deep breath, and tries to focus on the movie.

...or not, because he knows that it’s probably a shitty scary scene right now, so the only choice Jiang Cheng has is to return his attention of Nie Huaisang. The lesser of two evils.

He grits his teeth. Nie Huaisang’s fingers are skirting around his erection, blithely touching the insides of his thighs and roaming around and Jiang Cheng hisses, ‘What the fuck, can’t you be quicker?’

Nie Huaisang looks at him, amused, one eyebrow raised. ‘Oh? Jiang-xiong,’ he says, malicious in his grin, ‘I thought you were saying you didn’t want this?’

Gods, Nie Huaisang is so lucky they’re in public right now, or else Jiang Cheng would kill him. Actually, he thinks, he can probably kill him right here and now. His screams could be masked with the ones from the movie.

‘Fuck you,’ he bites out.

The other flutters his eyelashes. ‘Oh?’ he says, ‘Jiang-xiong, I didn’t know you were this Daring.’

Jiang Cheng thinks he’s just better off ignoring Nie Huaisang.

Unfortunately, the moment he tries to focus on the movie is the moment a jumpscare happens, and Jiang Cheng, true to the purpose of the movie, jumps, hand instinctively reaching for something he can ground himself on, and it just so happens that Nie Huaisang’s the one he grips onto.

As it is, he ends up almost half in Nie Huaisang’s lap with the other’s hand ends up awkwardly squished between his thighs.

And Nie Huaisang laughs, like Jiang Cheng isn’t in the middle of a heart attack, and he says, ‘Jiang-xiong, Jiang-xiong, can I sit in your lap? That way you can hold onto me.’

And Jiang Cheng’s too scared to realize his ploy until after Nie Huaisang’s instructed him to sit cross-legged and clambered into his lap, his back flush against Jiang Cheng’s chest, when he sits moving.

Slowly, in tiny increments, but Jiang Cheng knows that Nie Huaisang knows what he’s doing. Jiang Cheng pinches his side softly. ‘Stop it,’ he orders, but that makes it worse.

Nie Huaisang’s rubbing back on his crotch, moving his hips just so and Jiang Cheng groans and buries his head into his shoulders, suppressing a louder moan from escaping.

The torture goes on for what seems like forever, and Jiang Cheng is desperate by the end of it, as Nie Huaisang reaches back and palms him through the briefs that he’s wearing and Jiang Cheng thinks, desperately, biting on his nape that finally, he’s going to get to come and—

The movie ends and Jin Zixuan switches the lights on.

He only barely manages to bite back the groan of frustration leaning his lips, before shooting up and near-throwing Nie Huaisang onto the other side and announcing that he needs to go to the toilet.

Nie Huaisang sends him a look as he scrambles away, and Jiang Cheng flips him off.

He also sits on the toilet for ten minutes waiting for his erection to go down.

Truly—life isn’t fair.

When he makes his way back to the theater, he’s politely met with a staff and escorted to where Jin Zixuan’s bedroom is supposed to be. Inside, everyone’s sitting in a circle, a place left for him between Wen Ning and Nie Huaisang, with the other three on the other side of the circle. He also notes that there’s alcohol going around. Gods know he needs it.

‘So, what’ll it be,’ Wei Wuxian is saying, as he sits down—‘Ah! Jiang Cheng! Spin the bottle or never have I ever?’

‘Spin the bottle,’ he chooses, because while that game includes physical contact with Jin Zixuan—or worse, Lan Wangji—the other game also exposes the person way too much, and Jiang Cheng wouldn’t like that, not at all, thank you very much.

‘We don’t have a bottle, though,’ Wen Ning points out helpfully.

‘Right!’ Wei Wuxian chirps, ‘No worries, one sec.’

And with that, he grabs the nearest wine bottle and starts gulping it down.

Everyone is quiet, until Jiang Cheng interrupts Wei Wuxian by snatching his drink and throwing it back, because, again, gods know he needs the extra coping mechanism.

His best friend pouts at him, but relinquishes it quite easily, until Jiang Cheng finishes it and sets it on the ground between all of them.

‘Who’s first?’

‘Me!’ Wei Wuxian says, spinning it eagerly, only to frown once it lands on Jin Zixuan, ‘Can I have another go, please?’

‘Oi,’ Jin Zixuan snaps, ‘That’s rude.’

Wei Wuxian, in very childlike fashion, sticks his tongue out at him. ‘Aw, sad because no one wants to kiss you? Boo hoo!’

‘Wei Wuxian—‘ Jin Zixuan snarls—

‘Now, now, Wei-xiong,’ Nie Huaisang says placatingly, ‘The rules are the rules. Of course, because we’re so nice, we’ll allow a kiss on the cheek.’

Nice, my ass, Jiang Cheng thinks, he just doesn’t want to face Lan Wangji’s wrath.

And true to his word, Lan Wangji is looking stony—more so than usual—as Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes and leans across the circle to land a peck on Jin Zixuan’s cheek. Immediately, he pulls away, making fake retching sounds and pretending to barf and mumbles something like fuck I think I need bleach until Lan Wangji kisses him to shut him up.

Thank the fucking gods.

And then it’s Jin Zixuan’s turn, and it lands on Jiang Cheng, but just as he’s moving to kiss him on the cheek, Nie Huaisang taps him on the shoulder and says, ‘Jiang-xiong, it has to be a kiss on the lips!’

Jiang Cheng raises an eyebrow. ‘You said cheek kisses were fine too,’ he points out.

‘Ah, yes, but,’ Nie Huaisang says, ‘it was only for Wei-xiong and Lan-xiong! You know, with them being a couple and everything!

If Jiang Cheng could kill with looks, Nie Huaisang would be dead ten times over.

Despite it, he does roll his eyes and pecks Jin Zixuan on the lips, pulling back almost as soon as he touches the other’s lips.

Immediately after, he spins the bottle with no fanfare. It lands on Wen Ning, and Jiang Cheng draws the other boy into a slightly longer kiss than the one he’s shared with Jin Zixuan and when he pulls back, poor Wen Ning’s cheeks are dusted a pretty pink.

Jiang Cheng smirks and says, ‘cute’ and watches Wen Ning almost drop the bottle he’s picked up from the floor.

After that, the game passes quickly; Jiang Cheng doesn’t pay attention until it lands on him and after him, Wei Wuxian declares this as boring and says that he wants to do truth or dare.

Everything is tame, for the lack of a better word in the first rounds. Nie Huaisang is dared to do ten pushups, Lan Wangji is asked ‘have you ever committed a crime’ to which he answers, ‘stole Wei Ying’s heart’ and collectively made everyone barf at them as they fucking made out for a few minutes, Jin Zixuan makes a face at Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng drinking—‘This is why I got a separate alcohol quota for the two of you,’ he mumbles—and Wen Ning is dared to drink hot sauce, and Jiang Cheng is—

It’s so fucking stupid.

‘Truth or dare!’

‘Truth,’ Jiang Cheng says, because there is literally no fucking way he’s choosing dare, not when Wei Wuxian is involved. He’s learned the hard way, and he’d like to stay safe, thank you very much.

‘Jiang Cheng, you’re no fun,’ Wei Wuxian pouts, ‘but fine! Um...what...hm...’

‘Get on with it, asshole,’ Jiang Cheng grouches, ‘I want my turn to be over already.’

‘Mean,’ Wei Wuxian mutters, but his eyes light up and oh no Jiang Cheng knows that something is going to happen, and that something isn’t good for him in any sense of the word, and he’s fucking proven right when Wei Wuxian says, ‘Truth—uhhh, okay! What’s the weirdest thing you can do to get yourself off?’

‘Wei Wuxian!’

‘What?’ Wei Wuxian says, laughing, leaning against Lan Wangji’s side, who looks just a touch bit scandalized—good, Jiang Cheng thinks viciously, at least he’s not the only one who’s dying of embarrassment—‘I’m curious! And,’ he adds, looking sideways at Nie Huaisang, ‘it has to be something no one knows.’

‘Wei Wuxian,’ Jiang Cheng says, keeping his voice the flattest he can, ‘What the fuck?’

His best friend fucking shrugs and pastes a lazy grin onto his face, ‘I’m just saying! Besides, isn’t that the point of truth or dare?’

‘Yes, but you don’t have to go so fucking far,’ Jiang Cheng hisses.

Wei Wuxian raises his eyebrows at him.

And it’s worse, because no one else is saying anything. Even fucking Jin Zixuan looks intrigued, though he’s a bright red and his hands are fisted in the material of his trousers. Even fucking Wen Ning’s blushing and looking away without saying anything to make Wei Wuxian change his mind.

Traitors. Jiang Cheng’s friends are all traitors. Why did he become friends with them in the first place?

‘Well, we’re waiting,’ Wei Wuxian drawls, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

‘Yes, please enlighten us,’ Nie Huaisang says, grinning at him. Jiang Cheng glares, because he so desperately wants to say you wanna fucking torture me again? Was just now not enough? but there’s no way to convey that with just his eyes—but he’s sure Nie Huaisang understands anyways.

Jiang Cheng takes a deep breath and tries to convince himself that killing everyone in his room is not worth it. (Even if he did, he’s perhaps spare Lan Wangji, because that guy is stoically not participating in conversation. Wait—his ears are red, he’s definitely paying attention. Well. Maybe he’ll spare Wen Ning. He’s not completely heartless.)

‘Fine,’ he mumbles, because there’s no getting out of this, and besides, it’s probably not that weird anyways. Between the two of them, Wei Wuxian has definitely weirder kinks. ‘I, um, I can come without touching myself?’

His voice peters out uncertainly at the end, because everyone is looking at him like he’s grown a second head.

‘What?’ he snaps, annoyed.

‘Are you serious,’ Jin Zixuan says, with wide eyes, ‘You really can?’

‘What the fuck, do you think I would’ve said it if it weren’t true?’ Jiang Cheng growls, but the effect is diminished by the fact that they’re talking about Jiang Cheng’s masturbating habits, which is—which brings a flush high onto Jiang Cheng’s cheeks.

‘Jiang Cheng,’ Wei Wuxian says, and how voice sounds alight with what sounds like wonder, and then he gets this look in his eye, and again, Jiang Cheng knows that he’s going to get in deep, deep trouble for whatever Wei Wuxian’s going to say next. ‘Jiang Cheng, I dare you to show us.’

Silence.

‘WHAT THE FUCK, WEI WUXIAN!’ Jiang Cheng screams because fuck this is ridiculous and stupid and he will absolutely not be goaded into doing something as fucking come in front of all these people—‘Are you out of your fucking mind!’

He’s fucking lucky that there isn’t anything beside Jiang Cheng that he can throw at the other, because if there were, his best friend would be fucking dead by now.

‘Jiang Cheng!’ Wei Wuxian says, ‘You need to prove it!’

‘The hell I do!’

‘Jiang-xiong,’ Nie Huaisang says, ‘that’s impressive, why don’t you show us?’

Jiang Cheng glares at him, because he knows what that little shit is doing, because he knows that Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian combined is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to persuasion. Jiang Cheng is fucking determined to not let them get to him this time.

‘No.’

‘Jiang Cheng, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee—‘

‘No.’

‘Jiang-xiong!’

‘I said no!’ Jiang Cheng says, crossing his arms and moving back a little and also glaring at Lan Wangji, ‘Why the fuck aren’t you saying anything!’

Lan Wangji meets his eyes, and says, ‘Wei Ying wants this.’

Traitor.

Jiang Cheng takes the time to glare at Jin Zixuan.

‘Well, I don’t know,’ the goddamn peacock says, rolling his eyes, but his ears are still red and he refuses to meet Jiang Cheng’s eyes as he says, ‘You have no proof of it, though.’

Jiang Cheng wants to scream.

‘I—I mean, Jiang-xiong doesn’t wanna do this, we should let him be, guys,’ Wen Ning says, and fucking gods Jiang Cheng could kiss him for being his saviour at this moment.

‘But it’s four versus two!’ Wei Wuxian says, and Jiang Cheng feels his blood pressure skyrocket, ‘Therefore, Jiang Cheng has to show us!’

Jiang Cheng takes a deep breath. Tries not to scream.

Takes another deep breath.

Fails to not scream.

‘THIS ISN’T A FUCKING DEMOCRACY,’ he roars, and oh well look at that Wen Ning’s silently handed him a pillow and what better object to cause Wei Wuxian’s death with?

‘Jiang Cheng!’ Wei Wuxian screams as he goes down, shielding himself from the hits from Jiang Cheng, ‘Wait no stop!!’

‘No!’ Jiang Cheng says, and almost literally flies across the circle to properly pummel Wei Wuxian.

He does not know how long he does it, or how long Wei Wuxian screams, but suddenly he’s being pushed back by a pair of hands and he can’t struggle from the person’s grip at all—and he’s falling backwards and landing with an oof on the person behind him, which turns out to be—

Lan Wangji.

‘Let go of me!’ he snarls, struggling, but Lan Wangji doesn’t even seem to strain his muscles as he holds Jiang Cheng like a fucking angry kitten in place. ‘Fine, I won’t murder Wei Wuxian! Now let go!’

And with that, finally, Lan Wangji lets go, and Jiang Cheng tumbles back to where he’s supposed to be sitting, frown on his face and clothes messed up from where he’d been fighting against both Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian.

‘Hmph,’ Wei Wuxian pouts, ‘Jiang Cheng, you ruined my hair! And your clothes too!’

Jiang Cheng’s just about to snarl back a retort when he realizes that his skirt’s been rucked all that way upwards, revealing his briefs, and while it isn’t entirely uncommon for them to be seeing each other in their underwear, it still makes Jiang Cheng’s skin flush with embarrassment.

He hurries to smooth his clothes down again, hoping against all hope that they can just fucking continue with the game or at least just go to sleep otherwise, but noooo. He wonders what kind of atrocities he’d had to commit in his last life for his fate to be this bad right now.

‘Jiang-xiong,’ Nie Huaisang wheedles, ‘Jiang-xiong, please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?’

‘What the fuck,’ Jiang Cheng mutters, ‘Why are you all so hooked up on this?’

‘I mean you could be lying,’ Jin Zixuan says, ‘Even Nie Huaisang doesn’t know it, so it’s understandable that we’re doubtful, right?’

‘No it isn’t,’ Jiang Cheng says flatly, ‘It isn’t necessary to ask me to fucking come untouched in front of you weirdos. Perverts.’

‘Jiang Cheng,’ Wei Wuxian wheedles, ‘Please? Just this once? I’ll love you forever?’

‘I hate you.’

‘Jiang-xiong, I’ll let you do whatever you want for me the next time we hook up,’ Nie Huaisang offers.

Jiang Cheng glares harder at him. ‘Are you actually trying to fucking bribe me into—this thing?’

Nie Huaisang blinks up at him imploringly.

‘Come on, Jiang Wanyin,’ Jin Zixuan says, smile playing at his lips, ‘Consider this a favour? Or do you want money or something?’

‘What the—‘ Jiang Cheng swears his brain flops for an entire moment, ‘Do you think I’m a prostitute?!’

Jin Zixuan shrugs, looks at the others, as if saying well, at least I tried. Jiang Cheng wants to fucking punch him in the face. He should’ve when he’d had the chance.

‘Jiang-xiong...’ Wen Ning says softly. Jiang Cheng leans into his space, because Wen Ning is the only person he’ll trust right now, because—‘maybe it’ll be better if you just do it? So it passes more quickly?’

Nevermind.

‘Wen Ning,’ he says, and he sounds betrayed and he makes sure that Wen Ning knows that he feels betrayed by him. To his credit, Wen Ning does look incredibly guilty.

Or maybe—that’s not a good thing at all, Jiang Cheng’s coming to realize, because his eyes go wide and teary and fuck how is he better at giving puppy eyes than Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian? Because Wen Ning is quite very literally the very picture of a kicked puppy right now, and gods know that Jiang Cheng is weak to that.

‘Fine,’ he mutters, and then, once more, louder, ‘Fine! Fine, you all wanted this! Don’t fucking blame me if anything happens or whatever!’

They fucking cheer—or well, at least, Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian do—Jin Zixuan just looks faintly pleased and Lan Wangji doesn’t react at all. If it weren’t for the fact that his eyes are following the people who are speaking, Jiang Cheng might’ve thought that he wasn’t even listening in the first place.

Jiang Cheng takes a deep breath. So. He’s actually doing this. The thought makes his heart beat nervously and also makes him want to punch something but also makes some sliver of excitement curl through his veins and Jiang Cheng almost feels lightheaded.

‘I’m not taking off my clothes,’ Jiang Cheng declares, ‘You all can see well enough.’

Murmurs of assent rise up, and holy fuck Jiang Cheng is actually doing this. He’s actually doing this and he’s probably going to be shamed for it every fucking day after this.

It’s alright. It’s fine. Jiang Cheng can just. Disappear off the face of earth. Or he can murder everyone here after everything is over and done.

Yeah, that seems doable.

Jiang Cheng takes another deep breath, and to Wei Wuxian, he mutters, ‘Pass me the alcohol.’

His best friend, at least, understands, because he hands him the bottle he’s been holding onto for Jiang Cheng to chug down. Gods know he needs the confidence.

When he’s done, Jiang Cheng near slams it down onto the floor, and leans back on his hands, feeling weirdly...chilly. He shrugs it away.

Usually...usually, he works himself up first with his hand or at least some fingering, but there’s always time to try something new right?

Attempt the impossible, Wei Wuxian’s voice floats through his head.

He takes his final deep breath and closes his eyes. It’ll be better if he can’t see them watching him, he thinks.

...it isn’t.

He can still feel the weight of their eyes on him, watching him, and that somehow makes him hot, makes him shiver, makes him hard and he fervently prays that none of the people sitting in this circle have the power to read minds.

He sucks in a breath as he lets himself get hard. He doesn’t have to look to know that his skirt’s rising up with it, that it’s probably going to fall back because of how damn short it is, but—he cannot bring himself to mind.

Fuck,  he thinks desperately, hands fisting behind him, fuck, he shouldn’t be getting off on this kind of attention, he shouldn’t be—he shouldn’t let the fact that five other people are watching him turn him on, but in no time at all, he feels himself gasping for breath, biting his lip to try and keep in the sounds that threaten to escape him.

He screws his eyes shut, not wanting to see the others, not wanting to see the looks of disdain and disgust everyone probably has on their faces, even though they’re the ones that asked for it in the first place, and then—

—and then cool fingers are touching the side of his neck, brushing right under his ears, and Jiang Cheng fails to suppress a moan at that, unconsciously leaning into the touch, the reprieve it gives him—he’s fucking throbbing in his pants.

Jiang Cheng flutters his eyes open, too focused on not coming so quickly—because whatever Wei Wuxian says, he’s not an untouched virgin—and sees Nie Huaisang in front of him, his long, slender artists’ fingers smoothly caressing the side of his neck, brushing against the area where he knows Jiang Cheng is sensitive.

Jiang Cheng is coming to the realization that maybe Nie Huaisang knows a little bit too much about where he’s sensitive.

‘Jiang Cheng,’ the other whispers, ‘You’re good. You’re doing so good for me.’

The words set him aflame, arching his chest up and outright moaning out a pathetic Huaisang as he gets close, so close he’s openly panting into the air, as Nie Huaisang does literally nothing but rub his neck and whisper soft praises to him, and—

‘Look at them, A-Cheng,’ he says, voice lilting, ‘Look at them. See how they long for you, see the desire and want on their faces, and tell me, one more time, that you’re not beautiful enough for them. Do it, A-Cheng.’

With difficulty, Jiang Cheng shifts his eyes to the others, and he’s expecting disgust, disdain, but—

But nothing can prepare him for the way Wei Wuxian’s cheeks are blotched red, the way Jin Zixuan’s face is flushed pink, how Wen Ning’s cheeks are dusted pink, how Lan Wangji’s ears are an alarming shade of almost-purple—

‘See, A-Cheng?’ Nie Huaisang whispers, leaning forward, so that his breath’s brushing right past Jiang Cheng’s ear, ‘Look, look at them. They desire you, A-Cheng. They want you.’

And that’s it.

Jiang Cheng comes.

He lurches forward, hands gripping Nie Huaisang’s arms like they’re the last thing he can hold onto, hips bucking as he ride his orgasm, gasping for breath as stars dance across the back of his scrunched-up eyes—he’d almost forgotten what it’s like to come untouched, Jiang Cheng thinks dizzily, because they’re so much more intense and powerful and gods fuck he usually takes forever to get to this point, but this time his orgasm’s crashing down on him too fast.

It takes him a few minutes to adjust himself and wrinkle his nose at the sensation of come cooling in his underwear.

And it’s then that he turns to look at the others, blush breaking out on his face as he realizes the gravity of what he’s done.

But—but he finds that all of them are averting their gazes, save for Nie Huaisang, because he’s a shameless bastard, and that—

All of them have tents in their pants.

All except Nie Huaisang, because he’s grabbed a pillow to put in his lap and he’s beetroot red, averting his gaze and nearly yelping away as he sees Jiang Cheng looking at him.

No one seems eager for conversation.

‘Wait, how the fuck are you still hard?!’

Nevermind.

‘Oh, don’t you know,’ Nie Huaisang says, his grin wicked, and Jiang Cheng’s too out of it to stop him before he says, ‘Jiang-xiong can come four or five times before he goes soft! Truly an exemplary human being, if I do say so myself.’

‘Nie Huaisang,’ Jiang Cheng hisses as the words register in his brain, ‘What are you telling them that!’

The bastard fucking shrugs, as if he’d given away a piece of candy and not personal information.

‘Jiang Cheng!’ Wei Wuxian shrieks, and in the next minute, Jiang Cheng has a lap full of bratty best friend who’s on his way to molesting him, ‘Jiang Cheng, why didn’t you tell me!’

‘What the fuck,’ Jiang Cheng mutters, ‘Why the fuck am I supposed to tell you something like this?’

‘Because we’re best friends!’ Wei Wuxian says, shaking his shoulders, ‘Best friends tell each other everything!’

‘Not me,’ Jiang Cheng says flatly, ‘You’re the one who told me how long Lan Wangji’s dick is.’

‘That’s something everyone must know!’

‘No! I didn’t need to know that!’

‘Please do share, Wei-xiong,’ Nie Huaisang says, raising his eyebrows. Beside him, Jin Zixuan looks scandalized.

‘You can’t just ask someone about how big their dick is!’ he hisses.

Nie Huaisang flippantly replies, ‘I can, and I have. Lan-xiong, do you mind?’

A pause.

‘If Wei Ying doesn’t.’

‘See!’

‘This—‘

Their conversation is interrupted by Wei Wuxian, who laughs and leans forward just the slightest bit, so that he can get closer to Nie Huaisang. However, in doing so, he accidentally—

There’s literally no way to say this politely, Jiang Cheng thinks desperately.

To put it lightly—he and Wei Wuxian let out twin moans as their crotches press against each others’.

They freeze.

‘Ahahahahaha,’ Wei Wuxian says, after the ensuing silence, and it’s the first time he actually makes to scramble away from Jiang Cheng, ‘Whoops, my bad!’

Everyone stares at him.

‘Nothing to see here!’ Wei Wuxian squawks, hiding behind Lan Wangji, who looks at them with literally no expression on his face, ‘Go back to what you were doing!’

No one replies to him, not until Nie Huaisang reaches forward and very deliberately palms the front of Jiang Cheng’s briefs—which, he thinks dazedly, are beginning to grow wet, maybe he should change out of them?—and Jiang Cheng is too out of it still to notice before he can stop that bastard.

‘Ah!’ he gasps, curling forward, but that’s only an instinctual reaction, because the next minute he’s shuffling back like he’s been burnt, ‘Nie Huaisang, what the fuck!’

His friend fucking has the audacity to shrug, as if he hadn’t tried to grope him in front of all their friends. ‘What? I was just trying to help out!’

‘That’s—‘ Jiang Cheng flounders, mouth gaping, ‘That’s—‘

‘What’s that?’ Nie Huaisang says, leaning a bit forward and coming to tap his finger on Jiang Cheng’s lip, ‘I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you.’

‘You!’ Jiang Cheng growls, but—

‘I can do it,’ Jin Zixuan blurts out.

What.

What the fuck.

Jiang Cheng expresses his exact thoughts on that, which is just a constant repeat of what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck but what the fuck did his just hear?

‘I said,’ Jin Zixuan says, studiously not looking at any of them, ‘If you need help. With. With that. I can help. Only if you want.’

Jiang Cheng feels faint.

Did—did fucking Jin Zixuan offer to fucking get him off? What the absolute fuck? Jiang Cheng takes everything back about saying that the guy’s a prude. Clearly, Jiang Cheng’s surrounded by perverts.

The silence grows. Even Wei Wuxian, peeking out from behind Lan Wangji, looks on with wide eyes, looking from Jiang Cheng to Jin Zixuan and back again. Wen Ning is literally looking like he’ll fold in on himself to disappear out of the universe for a while.

‘Wow,’ Nie Huaisang finally says, grinning lecherously up at Jiang Cheng, ‘Look at that, Jiang Cheng. He’s offering.’

Jin Zixuan bristles like an angry cat, and his words a blustering as he says, ‘W-what! No! I mean—! Just, just that. Ugh, y’know what, nevermind! Forget it!’

‘No,’ Jiang Cheng says without active registering what he’s saying, ‘No, I mean, yes. I’d. I’d like your help.’

Great. Now the entire room’s staring at him. Jiang Cheng wants to hide.

But he has pride, dammit, and it makes him look at everyone squarely in the eye before relaxing, turning to Jin Zixuan, and saying, ‘What? You’re backing out now?’

Jin Zixuan makes a sound, one that he can’t quite identify but it’s something to embarrassed anger, and he bites out, ‘Come here then.’

Jiang Cheng raises an eyebrow. He normally wouldn’t, but Jin Zixuan acting like this makes him curious and he figures why not before crawling to Jin Zixuan and plops himself onto the other’s lap.

‘What?’ Jiang Cheng purrs, trailing a finger down the side of Jin Zixuan’s neck, ‘Lost courage now?’

‘No,’ Jin Zixuan growls, and surges up to kiss Jiang Cheng.

He feels his eyes widen before he closes them, kissing back with all the force he can muster up, which is—a lot. Jin Zixuan is inexperienced, he knows this, and he shamelessly takes advantage of this by grinding down and kissing the other, hands looped around his neck and pressing their bodies against each other.

He feels Jin Zixuan’s hands fluttering around his body, and he pulls back, just a little bit, to growl out an annoyed, ‘Are you going to touch me or what? Do you think you’re good enough to make me come with only this?’

He feels Jin Zixuan tense up under him, and smirks in victory.

And it’s victory he gets, because a second later he’s being nudged to lean on Jin Zixuan as his hands come to squeeze Jiang Cheng’s ass. He lets out a startled moan into Jin Zixuan’s mouth.

‘Tell me, Jiang-xiong,’ Jin Zixuan, the insufferable brat, says, ‘Is this good enough?’

‘You wish,’ Jiang Cheng retorts, lighting fast, and rolls his hips against the other’s, eliciting a bitten-off moan, ‘This isn’t even close to enough.’

He feels rather than hears Jin Zixuan’s ensuing growl, but his taunting is worth it as Jin Zixuan’s hands slide to under his thighs before moving up to grope Jiang Cheng’s ass fully.

Jiang Cheng moans appreciatively.

‘Hey,’ Jin Zixuan says, voice uncharacteristically soft. Shy, Jiang Cheng’s mind supplies. ‘Do you, uh, do you wanna get this off you?’

Jiang Cheng blinks, and then nods his assent. Standing up to take them off, he takes note of everyone; Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are...well, they’re doing something, alright. Jiang Cheng’ll leave them to it. Wen Ning looks like he’s trying to look away but also looking as much as he can at the same time. His hands are fisted in the pillow he’s holding over his lap. Nie Huaisang is watching them with a lazy grin on his lips.

He makes sure that everyone’s watching him before turning around so that his ass is in Jin Zixuan’s face, before he reaches under his skirt and tugs his underwear down.

He hears a fuck coming from somewhere, but he’s preoccupied with sliding them off his legs, wincing a bit at the wetness on his cock as he flings the underwear in some other direction.

And then hands are on him—his thighs—Jin Zixuan grasps his thighs and slides his hands up to frame the curve of Jiang Cheng’s ass. Jiang Cheng wiggles a little for good measure.

And then he’s being pulled back—in his surprise, his knees fold easily and he lands in Jin Zixuan’s lap, back facing his chest, and the other wastes no time in kissing down the side of his neck and making Jiang Cheng let out a little whine.

‘F-fuck,’ he moans out, ‘A-ah!’

Jin Zixuan’s hands are active, because he’s trailing one of them up Jiang Cheng’s shirt and the other moving down to grasp his cock. Jiang Cheng stifles a gasp, wanting to curve backwards into Jin Zixuan and also thrust forward into his hands.

It’s very...disconcerting.

And Jin Zixuan, despite his relative inexperience, doesn’t really make things easy for him either. He mouths the side of Jiang Cheng’s neck as he rubs his sides and strokes his cock, although it’s being helped by Nie Huaisang, who’s murmuring, ‘Yes, okay. Do that. Bite down on him too, Zixuan-xiong. He likes that. Yeah—yeah, like that. Hey, Jiang Cheng, you’re doing so well for us, hm?’

Jiang Cheng can only weakly growl out a defense as Jin Zixuan bites his neck and laps at it, and the pleasure shoots straight to his aching cock. He wants to come, except that Jin Zixuan is slowing his hand down and Jiang Cheng only has a few seconds to open his eyes and turn around and glare before someone else is taking their place right in front of him.

And that someone kisses him—quite skillfully, Jiang Cheng thinks, mind hazy—and Jiang Cheng loses his breath. The kiss isn’t rough, but it’s forceful and intense and Jiang Cheng’s breathless after only a few seconds of it.

‘Aw, Jiang Cheng,’ a distinctly annoying voice says, ‘You’re actually so cute like this!’

Jiang Cheng squints, breaths coming out harsh and fast, leaninng back into Jin Zixuan to support his boneless body, and then he sees—

‘Wei Wuxian?’

‘Why are you surprised,’ Wei Wuxian says cheekily, leaning forward and settling a hand onto Jiang Cheng’s cheek, ‘Should I be hurt?’

‘No—you—but,’ Jiang Cheng splutters, ‘But Lan Wangji?!’

Wei Wuxian gestures to where his boyfriend’s sitting behind them, and then he says, ‘Look at him, Jiang Cheng. He doesn’t mind. In fact, I’m quite sure he’s enjoying this as much as we are.’

And Jiang Cheng does look. Lan Wangji stares back at him, face impassive, but Jiang Cheng can also see that he’s nursing a very sad-looking boner of his own and is making no attempts to hide it.

‘Asshole,’ he says to Wei Wuxian, and yelps as Jin Zixuan bites on down a particularly sensitive part of his neck. ‘Ah—ah, fuck! Jin—Jin Zixuan!’

The other makes a humming noise behind him, and Jiang Cheng is a hundred percent sure that it isn’t one of apology, but before he can bitch about it, Wei Wuxian’s drawn him into a nother kiss and Jiang Cheng feels himself go pliant and relenting in Jin Zixuan’s arms. Wei Wuxian’s hands are there too, rucking up his shirt and rubbing his nipples and his other hand goes to join Jin Zixuan’s where it’s slowly stroking his dick, and gods Jiang Cheng wants to come.

‘Hey, Jiang Cheng,’ Wei Wuxian murmurs against his lips, ‘Can I suck your cock?’

Jiang Cheng rasps out a fuck, yes, please that has Wei Wuxian shimmying back and lowering his head. Jin Zixuan duly removes his hand from Jiang Cheng’s cock, but he also continues touching Jiang Cheng across his chest and neck as Wei Wuxian’s breath ghosts across the head of Jiang Cheng’s swelling dick.

And then he’s licking, small, kittenish licks and slight sucks to the head of his cock, and Jiang Cheng groans in frustration, trying to buck his hips up into Wei Wuxian’s mouth because dammit he wants release and he should’ve known better than to think that Wei Wuxian would give it to him.

‘Come on, Jiang Cheng, be patient,’ Wei Wuxian says, smirking up at him, ‘Be a good boy for me, hmm?’

Jiang Cheng wants to fuck that grin right off his face.

He growls, bucking his hips up as hard as he can, moaning as Wei Wuxian’s mouth envelops the head of his dick and then a bit more, making Jiang Cheng whine and moan and it isn’t helping that Jin Zixuan now knows his sensitive spots, nibbling at his neck and rubbing his hands across Jiang Cheng’s chest.

‘So impatient,’ Wei Wuxian mutters once he pulls back, but he does get to work after that, skilfully sucking Jiang Cheng’s cock with the ease of someone who’s been doing it for a while, licking up and down and using his hand for the areas he can’t reach. Jiang Cheng whines pitifully at the stimulation.

‘Ah—‘ he stutters, ‘Huaisang, Huaisang, please—‘

And like the ever-attentive bed partner that he is, Nie Huaisang starts murmuring strings of praises, reducing Jiang Cheng into a pathetic whiny mess that he loves to be.

‘A-Cheng, doing so good for me,’ he murmurs, ‘You’re doing great, see. You’re responding so well. You looks so beautiful like this, my love. All spread out and wanting. Look at them. Look at everyone, see how they want you. They all want you, because you’re so beautiful and pretty and they’re hard just because of you.

And with a low groan, Jiang Cheng comes for the second time that night, hands fisted in Wei Wuxian’s hair and coming down his throat as Wei Wuxian—surprisingly—stays still and lets him finish coming before pulling off and wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

‘Wow,’ someone says softly.

Jiang Cheng almost snaps his neck to look at the person.

‘A-ah!’ Wen Ning says, holding up the pillow to avoid their looks but that also leaves him without protection...on his lower parts, and he seems the realize that, but he looks like he’s very torn between what to sacrifice. In the end, he literally curls into himself before mumbling, ‘Just. You’re—you’re still. You’re still hard. I mean. That’s impressive?’

Jiang Cheng barks out a short laugh. Wen Ning’s stuttering shyness was something he considered annoying when he’d first gotten to know the boy, but now, he dares to say he’s endeared.

Wen Ning doesn’t say anything after, and just goes back to hiding behind the pillow.

‘Hey, Jiang Cheng,’ Wei Wuxian says conversationally.

‘Mn?’

‘You up for one more round?’

Jiang Cheng groans and leans back fully against Jin Zixuan, who huffs an amused laugh into his ear. He gestures to his dick, which still hasn’t gone down—‘Is that a good enough answer?’

Wei Wuxian fucking giggles, and then he says, ‘Great! Because it’s time for Lan Zhan and Wen Ning to share you!’

Jiang Cheng opens one eye to glare at his best friend. ‘Why.’

‘Because they hadn’t had a turn yet, obviously! Don’t be heartless!’

‘Wei-xiong,’ Nie Huaisang says pitifully, prodding him in the shoulder, ‘I haven’t had a turn too, y’know.’

‘Fat chance,’ Wei Wuxian returns, grin sparkling, ‘From what I heard, you were the first of us. And you had a pretty good time too, all things considered.’

Jiang Cheng jerks forward, hands landing on Wei Wuxian’s shirt, ‘You heard?!’

Wei Wuxian raises an eyebrow and directs a shit-eating grin towards him. ‘Well, yes, but thanks for confirming.’

Defeated, Jiang Cheng can only mumble, ‘I hate you,’ to both Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian, both of whom apparently like to torture him. There isn’t any explanation for how mean they’re being.

‘Yep!’ Wei Wuxian agrees cheerfully, and then pats Jiang Cheng’s thigh, ‘Now, up! I’m sure Lan Zhan and Wen Ning are waiting! Both of you, sit facing each other. Wen Ning, get that pillow away.’

‘But it’s literally my only defense,’ Wen Ning says, voice petulant, before Wei Wuxian practically yanks it away from him.

And with that, he also tries to bodily lift Jiang Cheng from where he’s sat in Jin Zixuan’s lap to hand him over to the other two.

‘What the fuck!’ Jiang Cheng barks, scrambling off and out of reach of Wei Wuxian, ‘I can get off by myself!’

Wei Wuxian winks exaggeratedly at him. Jiang Cheng flushes and promptly ignores him to sit on Lan Wangji’s lap. And then he blinks. ‘Sorry, is this okay?’

‘Mn,’ Lan Wangji says, and his hands—large hands, Jiang Cheng notes dazedly, long fingers, good for—settle on Jiang Cheng’s hips. They’re cool, a relief Jiang Cheng allows himself to enjoy as he taksea few breaths and opens his eyes.

‘What are you okay with?’ Jiang Cheng asks, because he isn’t like Wei Wuxian, who shoves people on other people like some kind of fanatic madman.

‘Kissing,’ Lan Wangji says, but he doesn’t look assured on how to continue.

‘If I do something you don’t like, you’ll have to tell me, okay?’ Jiang Cheng instructs, looking at him square in the eyes, and then turning to look at Wen Ning too, ‘And that goes for you too. If you’re uncomfortable, we stop.’

Wen Ning nods meekly, and scrambles forward as Jiang Cheng says, ‘What are you waiting for? You can touch me, y’know. I’m not going to bite.’

‘He will, but only if you want him to,’ Nie Huaisang cheerfully quips from the sidelines. Jiang Cheng has the urge to stick his tongue out at him.

Wen Ning does touch him, but his hands are shaky and unsure.

Jiang Cheng leans forward a little bit, and tells Lan Wangji, ‘I’m going to kiss you now.’

Lan Wangji nods, and Jiang Cheng kisses him.

It’s...not what he’d expected. Lan Wangji is uncharacteristically soft, and he isn’t like Wei Wuxian, but he takes his time—something Jiang Cheng has learned to fear, on a lot of occasions—because he kisses, slow and soft and Jiang Cheng feels himself get swept away.

And there’s some movement around him, but Jiang Chen can only focus on the fact that he’s kissing Lan Wangji but also on the fact that their fronts are rubbing up against each other and fuck Lan Wangji’s so hard? Jiang Cheng moans a little whimper into his mouth.

And a pair of hands settle at his waist, and Jiang Cheng belatedly realizes that Lan Wangji is now guiding Wen Ning’s hands over Jiang Chen’s body, letting him touch as he pleases. Jiang Cheng sighs into his mouth, presing forward and down to try and get a reaction from him.

And—fuck, he gets a reaction, because Lan Wangji’s grip suddenly turns hard and unrelenting and to add to the list of kinks Jiang Cheng didn’t know he had but found out today because of some game gone awry—he really likes that he feels powerless in the force of Lan Wangji’s hands.

The kiss turns hard, bruising, and Jiang Cheng gasps as he realizes that he’s now shamelessly grinding down on Lan Wangji.

He breaks away with a gasp to reorient himself, and by then, Wen Ning’s hands are roaming of their own accord, trailing over his stomach and dipping just the slightest bit into the band of his skirt. Wen Ning’s too shy to actually do anything, but it’s cute, in a way.

‘Jiang Wanyin,’ Lan Wangji says, voice rough, ‘Are you willing to do more?’

More, Jiang Cheng’s mind says, and he fervently repeats that—‘More,’ he agrees, choking on a whine, ‘Yes, please more, please I want it I want it, please—‘

Lan Wangji kisses him again, and Jiang Cheng is lost in the pleasure, not even noticing as someone hands Lan Wangji a bottle of lube and it’s so quick that Jiang Cheng is sucking in a breath as Lan Wangji’s slicked up fingers prod and circle his hole.

‘You’re already so loose,’ Lan Wangji murmurs against his lips, ‘Makes me wonder how often you get fucked.’

Fuck. Fuck, if Nie Huaisang’s dirty talking crept under his skin and made him feel aflame, then this—this, Lan Wangji talking dirty to him, hits him with the force of a brick wall, because it’s so sudden and out of nowhere but also because it’s Lan Wangji saying it, saying those things with his pure mouth—Jiang Cheng lets out a loud, unashamed moan at the thought.

‘More, please,’ Jiang Cheng pants, and he doesn’t even care as his voice breaks teetering on the edge as Lan Wangji finally slips a finger inside him.

Jiang Cheng breaths harshly, turning his head to hide in the crook of Lan Wangji’s neck, trying not to squirm as Lan Wangji moves his finger and in no time at all, he’s adding another finger, and that, with the added murmur of you’re taking me so well, Wanyin. It’s like you were made to take this from Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng spasms uncontrollably, gripping onto the other’s shoulders in an effort to ground himself.

‘Please,’ he finds himself gasping, ‘You can—you can. More.’

Lan Wangji obliges.

Jiang Cheng finds himself writhing, under the combined touch of both Lan Wangji and Wen Ning, gasping into Lan Wangji’s mouth and actually jerking when he feels a hesitant touch to the back of his neck—that’s Wen Ning, who just—kissed the back of his neck—!

‘Lan Wangji,’ he says, voice hot and desperate and hands clutching his arms, ‘Let me—please let me suck your dick.’

Lan Wangji shudders a sigh against him, and Jiang Cheng has only a second before he’s manhandled onto his arms and knees in front of Lan Wangji, Wen Ning shuffling back so that Jiang Cheng can have space. His hands land hesitantly on Jiang Cheng’s ass, still clothed, and Jiang Cheng pushes back into Wen Ning’s hands, encouraging him to keep touching.

Lan Wangji’s hands make quick work of his own pants, and then he’s pulling out a thick, gorgeous cock out, and Jiang Cheng fucking salivates at it, because fuck he’s so long and thick and Jiang Cheng can’t wait to have that inside his mouth.

‘He’s really great, isn’t he?’ a voice says next to his head, and of course, who else can it be but Wei Wuxian?

Jiang Cheng nods, hypnotized, just before he leans forward and licks the tip, watching it bob in the air, flushed a pretty pink—Jiang Cheng has never thought that a cock could be pretty, but as always, Lan Wangji apparently exists just to prove him wrong.

Wei Wuxian laughs. ‘Let’s see how much you can take, hm?’

Jiang Cheng bristles, but before he can say anything, Nie Huaisang’s voice rings out. ‘Oh, you’d be surprised, Wei-xiong,’ he says coquettishly, ‘After all, Jiang-xiong has quite the talent with that. If you please, A-Cheng?’

He rolls his eyes, but he settles himself comfortably on his elbows, before starting to lick the head of his cock, alternating between broad, swiping licks and short, kittenish licks, tracing his tongue up and down the shaft for a few moments before wrapping his lips around the head of Lan Wangji’s cock and sucking.

That gets him a groan, and out of the corner of his eyes, he can see Lan Wangji’s fist tightening on the floor beside them, and suddenly—he wants. He wants to crack Lan Wangji’s exterior, wants to get past that stoic face and make him lose control.

He distinctly wonders if this was how Wei Wuxian had felt, back when they were younger.

Jiang Cheng moves back, and tells Lan Wangji, ‘Put your hands on my head,’ before going back to his job.

Lan Wangji does as he’s told.

Jiang Cheng takes a deep breath—and sinks down as far as he can go, on Lan Wangji’s cock.

There’s a sharp intake of breath above him, and Jiang Cheng would smirk if his mouth weren’t occupied right now—and there’s another gasp beside him, too.

He gets about halfway before he has to slide up a bit again to breathe, but after that, he sinks down again, teasing his tongue against the parts he can reach, moving like that—halfway up, halfway down, down, as much as he can—and it’s only a few minutes before Jiang Cheng’s taking Lan Wangji down to the root. Once he does, he stops for a moment to take a breath.

Gods, he’s never been so grateful for his—

‘See, Wei-xiong,’ Nie Huaisang says, voice far from Jiang Cheng’s ears, ‘He’s a natural.’

He thinks someone whimpers beside him.

‘He doesn’t have a gag reflex,’ Nie Huaisang continues, laying Jiang Cheng bare for everyone to see, ‘The first time he told me—well, you can imagine how that went.’

Jiang Cheng does remember, because he’d let Nie Huaisang fuck his mouth and goddamn it was one of the best experiences of his life.

...he wants Lan Wangji to do it too.

He moans around the other’s cock at the thought, and with that, he starts to move. Not very quickly—he may have deepthroated other people before, but none as girthy as Lan Wangji, and certainly not as long.

And within a few moments, he manages to set up a rhythm, sucking and licking what he can reach—Lan Wangji is breathing hard, letting out the occasional soft groan, and Jiang Cheng isn’t satisfied. He wants Lan Wangji to react more, to visibly lose control—he wants Lan Wangji to wreck him.

He’s just about to pull off, to say so, when a pair of hands—Wen Ning’s—forcefully squeeze his ass, in contrast to the soft, rubbing motions he’d been doing earlier, and then a finger slips in, and Jiang Cheng moans around Lan Wangji’s cock.

That, it seems, at least makes the other man crack.

Jiang Cheng does pull off for a moment, to look behind him—

‘Wei Wuxian!’

‘What!’ his best friend says, and then fuck he sticks another finger in, curling to just hit the right spot inside of Jiang Cheng, humming all the while, ‘I’m just making you feel good!’

‘Fuck off!’

Wei Wuxian, with a pout, moves to Jiang Cheng’s side again.

‘Wen Ning,’ Jiang Cheng barks, and the other boy startles, ‘How amenable are you to fucking me?’

Wen Ning blinks, and then his cheeks turn red and he stammers out, ‘U-uh, I’m—I’m okay with it? Like, very very okay with it?’

‘Good,’ Jiang Cheng says, and gets into position once again, spreading his legs and presenting himself for Wen Ning, ‘Then do it.’

Jiang Cheng leaves Wen Ning searching around for lube behind him, and the directs Lan Wangji, ‘You. Fuck my mouth. Hard. Don’t hold back.’

There’s a second of them looking at each other in their eyes, a challenge hung in between he both of them, before Lan Wangji’s hands are tangling in his hair and he slams Jiang Cheng down onto his cock.

Jiang Cheng can’t help it; he moans.

From them on, Lan Wangji controls the pace, and Jiang Cheng feels tears spring to his eyes as he’s used, made to take cock like...like a whore, Jiang Cheng thinks dizzily, as Lan Wangji fucks into his mouth.

And it’s not long after that he feels something—Wen Ning—enter him, making him lurch forward and pull back as if his body can’t decide which sensation to go after, and then—

It’s fucking amazing.

Wen Ning is gentle, but his cock is good and slides into Jiang Cheng smoothly and it isn’t long before he’s brushing against Jiang Cheng’s prostate, making him moan and whine against Lan Wangji’s cock.

‘Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng,’ Wei Wuxian says, right beside his ear, ‘Look, you’re doing amazing. You’re taking this so well, it’s like you were made for it, hmm? Do you want me to describe how you look? So filthy and beautiful and taking two cocks so nicely?’

Jiang Cheng whines.

‘Look,’ Wei Wuxian whispers, hand coming up to touch the underside of Jiang Cheng’s neck, ‘I can feel him moving in you, A-Cheng. You’re taking his cock so well—it’s like you were both to do this.’

He can’t—he can’t take this, he thinks, the onslaught of pleasure too much and Wei Wuxian whispering things in his ear only makes things worse and he wants to come but he still needs to pleasure Lan Wangji and Wen Ning—!

‘Ji-Jiang-xiong,’ Wen Ning stutters out, and despite his looks his grip is bruising on Jiang Cheng’s hips, his thrusts slow and deep and rubbing against Jiang Cheng’s insides like something heavenly, ‘Jiang-xiong, you’re—you’re so tight!’

‘Look, even Wen Ning says it,’ Wei Wuxian says, smirk adorning his features as Jiang Cheng almost chokes on Lan Wangji’s cock—‘You’re so tight, A-Cheng. You’re making them feel good. Your mouth, your throat, your ass—it’s all for them to use, isn’t it?’

Even as Lan Wangji increases his pace, Jiang Cheng finds himself wanting to nod, mind hazy with pleasure and clouded by lust. He can only moan, loudly around Lan Wangji’s cock, and then—

Lan Wangji’s getting close, he can tell, by the way his hips stutter and go out of rhythm, bucking into Jiang Cheng’s face wildly, and overhead, Jiang Cheng sees him draw Wei Wuxian into a filthy kiss, all tongue and no finesse but they seem to enjoy it, because Wei Wuxian’s moaning, and Jiang Cheng is too, before—

Before Lan Wangji comes, hot and spilling down his throat and Jiang Cheng chokes, but he’s pulling back, and his come doesn’t stop, spilling over Jiang Cheng’s lips running down his chin, and Jiang Cheng feels like it’s several minutes before he can move back to breathe again and swallow what’s inside his mouth.

‘Good,’ Wei Wuxian says, and then his kissing him, tasting his boyfriend on Jiang Cheng’s lips, ‘You did so well, A-Cheng.’

Jiang Cheng replies with a moan, because Wen Ning’s still pounding into him, gasping and whining the softest little noises, and Jiang Cheng all but collapses against the floor, writhing as Wen Ning drives him forward, fucking into him, until—

Until something else prods at his rim, and Jiang Cheng gasps sharply when it pops through, moving alongside Wen Ning’s dick.

And it keeps moving, makes Jiang Cheng moan, until two more fingers can fit comfortably inside him and Jiang Cheng is keening at the stretch, at how he loves it, and he can only whimper by the time Wen Ning stutters out a c-coming before he empties himself in Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng grunts, falling onto his side, boneless, as Wen Ning’s hands flutter over him. He’s in a daze, which usually happens around this time, but it’s also fucking annoying when he can’t really gather what the others are saying around him.

Someone scoops him up, and Jiang Cheng only has a mere second to panic before Lan Wangji’s voice floats over him like a protective layer. ‘Moving to the bed. More comfortable.’

Jiang Cheng nods, and then as he’s laid on the bed, he mumbles, ‘Off.’

There’s a confused silence until he starts pawing at his clothes, and then hands are helping him pull the skirt and his shirt off, baring him to the world, but Jiang Cheng doesn’t mind.

He also doesn’t mind the fact that Jin Zixuan’s bed is big enough for everyone to clamber on without falling off, and then—

And then hands are touching him, rubbing him all over, and Jiang Cheng moans as the praises start coming—‘You’re doing so well, A-Cheng,’ and ‘You did amazing for everyone, A-Cheng,’ and ‘Look at you, you’re so pretty like this’—and someone starts sucking bites into his neck, while someone else latches onto his nipple, and Jiang Cheng can’t even be bothered to know who it is.

He’s leaning back against someone’s lap, he knows, and their hands are wandering over his skin, brushing against his sensitive skin, and Jiang Cheng shudders. His breaths are coming out heavy, and when someone brushes a hand against his still-hard cock, Jiang Cheng whines.

There’s an intake of breath, and then—‘A-Cheng, can I fuck you?’

Jiang Cheng’s nodding an assent even before he knows who’s talking, and by the time he’s being rearranged for a better position, he’s aware that Wen Ning, Nie Huaisang, and Jin Zixuan are sitting at the side, leisurely pumping their own cocks—and the sight makes Jiang Cheng flush, to know that they’re getting off on him being tossed around and fucked like this.

He ends up facing Wei Wuxian, sitting in his lap, and Jiang Cheng hides his shoulder as he feels the come dripping out of his ass as he leans a bit over Wei Wuxian.

‘A-Cheng,’ Wei Wuxian smiles, deviously, ‘Are you sure you can take me?’

Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes. ‘You aren’t even half as big as Lan Wangji, dumbass. Don’t think you can compare.’

‘Mean!’

But his hands are guiding Jiang Cheng’s hips, and he reaches down to wrap a hand around Wei Wuxian’s cock—already lubricated, it seems—to guide it into himself, dropping down onto his lap with a soft moan, dropping his head onto Wei Wuxian’s shoulder.

His arms, automatically, it seems, drop to wrap themselves around Wei Wuxian’s waist, and he pulls them together so their chests are pressed flushed together, and he whines weakly as Wei Wuxian laves his tongue across Jiang Cheng’s neck and shoulder, where a motley of bruises are starting to form.

He hadn’t noticed when Wei Wuxian took off his clothes, Jiang Cheng thinks dazedly. Nor anyone else, for that matter.

‘Oh,’ Wei Wuxian says, seemingly reaching a conclusion, ‘Oh, Jiang Cheng, get off, I have an idea.’

Jiang Cheng does get off, though with no small amount of grumbling, before Wei Wuxian moves and directs Jin Zixuan to come stay in front of him.

‘Good, good,’ Wei Wuxian says, ‘Jiang Cheng, turn over.’

Jiang Cheng narrows his eyes. ‘What if I say no?’

Wei Wuxian raises his eyebrow. ‘Do you want to?’

‘I don’t know, maybe I might,’ Jiang Cheng says, just to be petty, because he knows he’s annoying Wei Wuxian like this.

‘...don’t test me, Jiang Cheng,’ Wei Wuxian says, ‘Or else.’

‘Or else what?’ Jiang Cheng challenges.

‘Or else.’ Wei Wuxian sits back on his heels, palming his erection, and then he flashes a lazy smile in Jiang Cheng’s direction as he says, ‘Lan Zhan.’

Jiang Cheng is yanked around, and before he can do so much as snarl, his arms are being trapped and held behind his back while his legs are positioned—open, inviting, lewd—and Jiang Cheng tries to yank at the hands holding him but they don’t even budge and—fuck, Jiang Cheng’s so fucking turned on.

He tries to struggle, to test the strength, and—

Lan Wangji leans down, breath brushing past Jiang Cheng’s ear—‘Don’t be a brat. Stay still.’

Jiang Cheng near comes from those words alone.

And there’s silence, save for his heavy breathing, and the—

‘Ah—fuck!’ Jiang Cheng lurches forward, pain blossoming at the apex of his thighs and ass, and he can’t help it—he moans, loud and unashamed, when it settles in that fucking Lan Wangji actually spanked him.

‘Look at you,’ Lan Wangji says, and fuck his voice is so low and deep and smooth Jiang Cheng is gone. ‘Do you like it that much? Do you want it again?’

Jiang Cheng can only whimper his way through a nod, and then Lan Wangji’s hand is striking down on him, and Jiang Cheng lets out probably the filthiest moan he’s ever heard come from himself. Tears are already blurring his vision as Lan Wangji hits down hard again, and Jiang Cheng wants to beg, wants to be filled but Lan Wangji is still not letting go of his wrists, still holding onto them even as Jiang Cheng whines and writhes for more.

Someone slides into place in front of him, and cups his cheek.

Jiang Cheng blinks away tears to see that it’s Nie Huaisang, cupping his cheeks with his soft, lean hands, and Jiang Cheng near leans into the touch—it’s almost weird, the way he’s so soft, that’s such a contrast to what Lan Wangji is doing to him from behind.

Nie Huaisang rubs at his ears, his neck, the side of his head, and Jiang Cheng finds himself melting. He’s purring before he realizes it, stretching into Nie Huaisang’s touch while also presenting himself for Lan Wangji.

‘Such a good boy,’ Nie Huaisang says, and then he looks at someone else—‘Don’t you agree, Wei-xiong?’

‘Mn!’ an enthusiastic voice says, ‘Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng, you look so good like this!’

Shut up, Jiang Cheng wants to say, shut up! but he can’t, not when Nie Huaisang is brushing a thumb against his lips and Jiang Cheng so badly wants to suck it in, lave his tongue around Nie Huaisang’s thin digits. And so he does, while Nie Huaisang smiles down at him like he knows what Jiang Cheng is thinking.

‘Why don’t you tell our good boy about it, hmm?’ Nie Huaisang says, and Jiang Cheng would bristle, but the mention of our good boy makes his knees go weak.

‘Jiang Cheng, you look really, really, pretty like this, you know?’ Wei Wuxian says, mouth running off as usual, ‘Do you want Jin Zixuan to fuck you? Do you wanna feel him inside you? Wanna scream out around his cock? Hm, I’m thinking of having Lan Zhan fuck you after—you took him in your mouth so well earlier. Do you think you’d take him here too?’

With that, he reaches over, and taps Jiang Cheng’s hole, letting out a pretty trill of a laugh as Jiang Cheng subconsciously tries to raise his hips into the touch, because he needs something in him—

‘See, Jiang-xiong, A-Cheng,’ Nie Huaisang says, leaning forward and kissing the corner of Jiang Cheng’s lips, ‘Everyone thinks you’re pretty. That you’re beautiful. Everyone wants you, A-Cheng.’

Jiang Cheng’s near sobbing as Nie Huaisang stops talking, and by then, he’s begging, ‘Please, please I just—please, fuck me, please—fill me up—!’

And Jin Zixuan slams into him, seemingly unable to wait, and Jiang Cheng keens, arching into the bed, and he’s gasping, writhing, as Jin Zixuan fucks into him, hot and heavy and seemingly on the verge of coming even with only entering him a few seconds ago, and Jiang Cheng loves it—loves the feeling of cock inside him, loves the way it drags across his wall, and—

Jiang Cheng moans lowly as he feels fingers tracing the edge of his hole, sometimes slipping inside and tugging, and he—he can’t, he thinks desperately, as the finger slips inside him, well lubed up and sliding along Jin Zixuan’s cock as well—and it isn’t long before another joins it, and Jiang Cheng whines at the stretch.

Jin Zixuan’s thrusts stutter, and then, in a second, he’s coming, hot inside Jiang Cheng, and he whimpers, tears gathering in his eyes and he’s sure he makes for a wrecked image but he can’t come and he’s so frustrated.

Immediately after Jin Zixuan catches his breath and pulls away, the hold on his wrists loosens, and Jiang Cheng hazily sees Jin Zixuan move to sit beside Wen Ning as someone else slips behind him. Considering the fact that Wei Wuxian comes to stay behind him, the one behind is probably Lan Wangji.

‘Jiang Cheng,’ Wei Wuxian says, lifting Jiang Cheng’s chin up, ‘Lan Zhan’s going to fuck you now.’

Jiang Cheng opens his mouth, furrows his brows, but he doesn’t get the chance to say anything, not when Lan Wangji readjusts his grip on Jiang Cheng’s wrists and slams into him in one go.

Jiang Cheng screams, tears dribbling down his face and body convulsing around Lan Wangji’s length—oh gods oh gods oh gods fuck Lan Wangji is so long it feels like he’s trying to punch out Jiang Cheng’s guts with that monstrous dick of his—and he barely realizes that he’s coming, twitching around Lan Wangji.

‘A-Cheng, A-Cheng,’ Wei Wuxian calls, and Jiang Cheng blinks hazily up at him, leaning into his touch when his best friend smooths a hand over his brow, wiping away the strands of his hair that’s come to stick with the sweat, ‘Do you think you can come one more time?’

Jiang Cheng nods weakly, and then Wei Wuxian’s pushing at his shoulders, helping Lan Wangji pull Jiang Cheng up. For his part, Jiang Cheng stays in place, letting himself be bundled around like a limp, lifeless doll, slumping back into the warmth of Lan Wangji’s chest. He turns back and smushes his nose into the parts of Lan Wangji he can reach, and almost startles as Lan Wangji presses a hesitant kiss to his forehead.

Jiang Cheng’s—fortunately—given a few moments to reorient himself, and when he manages to say ‘go on,’ Lan Wangji holds onto his hips and fucking goes to town on him.

Pleasure courses through his veins, high and heady, and Jiang Cheng doesn’t even care that he sounds so wrecked, like he’s worn out and used and he’s aware of the others watching him and that fact only serves to turn him on more, making his cock bounce in the air as Lan Wangji uses his shitty ungodly Lan strength to bounce him on his cock, hands surely leaving bruises on Jiang Cheng’s skin with how hard he’s gripping.

And then there’s another pressure against his rim, and Jiang Cheng blearily blinks his eyes open to see that Wei Wuxian has his eyes focused, tongue slightly poking out between his lips as he concentrates on stretching Jiang Cheng even further.

‘Please,’ he says, not even knowing what he’s begging for, ‘please, please please Wei Wuxian, please—‘

‘Shh,’ Wei Wuxian says, ‘Hold on, A-Cheng, I’ve got you.’

Jiang Cheng’s only reply is a choked sob as Lan Wangji directly slams into his prostrate.

He doesn’t know how long it goes on for, only that his senses are almost entirely clouded, washed away by Lan Wangji fucking into him, holding him like a toy to use for his own pleasure, and then—

And then there’s a blunt pressure at his rim, and Jiang Cheng’s eyes open in a panic as Wei Wuxian lines himself up with Jiang Cheng’s hole—

‘Shh, A-Cheng,’ Wei Wuxian says, voice soothing, and Jiang Cheng lets himself unwittingly be lulled by it. ‘You’re going to take me so well, yeah? Just relax for me, A-Cheng.’

And then he’s there, cock pressing into Jiang Cheng along with Lan Wangji, and he thinks thank the fucking gods Lan Wangji isn’t moving because if he were, he doesn’t think he’d even be alive anymore.

It’s a slow progress. Wei Wuxian is exceedingly gentle, pressing just increments into Jiang Cheng and stopping himself when he lets out so much as a pained whimper, but finally—finally—his hips are pressed flush against Lan Wangji’s and they’re both pressing into Jiang Cheng and he feels. So, so full. It’s probably the fullest Jiang Cheng’s ever been.

And he loves it.

He loves that he’s clenching around them, that Wei Wuxian has a little strained furrow on his eyebrows that means he’s holding back, that Lan Wangji’s hands are clenching and unclenching where they’re resting on Jiang Cheng’s hips, that they’re all trembling because they’re trying to restrain themselves.

Jiang Cheng is dizzy from the rush of power he feels from this.

And then he’s gasping out a please, please fuck me, please I feel so full and it doesn’t even take a second before Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are thrusting into him, and Jiang Cheng is boneless against them. Their first thrusts are messy, uncoordinated, but then they find a rhythm and fuck Jiang Cheng is gone.

He’s gone, lost in a sea of pleasure as all his senses assault him, fire burning up his spine as the two thrust in and out alternatively, making sure that he doesn’t go one second without a cock in his ass and then they’re biting at his shoulders and leaving marks and Jiang Cheng is mewling in the haze of pleasure.

He’s moaning, letting out high-pitched little whimpers, eyes closed in bliss, so he doesn’t know what comes next—

And what comes next is some dropping down onto his lap.

‘H-Huaisang?’

Nie Huaisang grins at him and leans back on Wei Wuxian—only to grip Jiang Cheng’s shoulder and sink down onto him in one go. Jiang Cheng chokes as the pleasure triples, assaulted by the warmth around his cock, the all-consuming pleasure of the thrusts as the other two go steady, and he’s—he doesn’t know if he can last much longer.

And Nie Huaisang doesn’t really move on him, but he’s forced along with the strength of Lan Wangji’s thrusts, and he keeps whispering things into Jiang Cheng’s ear that he can’t really take stock of, not anymore, not when he’s—

‘I’m gonna come,’ he mutters, hands desperately grabbing Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang, ‘I’m—I wanna come!’

And then Lan Wangji’s thrusts are doubling in speed, and he comes inside of Jiang Cheng, who moans at the warmth and squirms on his lap and it’s like a fucking chain reaction, because Wei Wuxian comes too and Jiang Cheng groans when he feels it spreading inside of him-

And then he comes, the force of his orgasm making him jerk and writhe and scream. He fucking blanks out for a moment—that’s how intense his orgasm is—before he slumps forward.

And there’s—nothing, for a few moments.

He feels himself being moved, and then both Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are moving away, making their come drip out from his ass—Jiang Cheng frowns at this sleepily, wanting to keep it inside him—but he has no energy.

There’s the erratic movement of people, but Jiang Cheng can’t really bring himself to care. Not when someone is cradling him and another is murmuring gentle praises into his ear, and not when a damp cloth passes over his stomach and between his legs, and Jiang Cheng feels warm, and comfortable.

He stays like that, blissed out and eyelids heavy, until sleep inevitably drags him under.