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The day that Sect leader Nie Mingue promoted Meng Yao, he brought him back to his chambers. 

“Do you understand why I promoted you, Meng Yao?” Nie Mingjue walked over to the large bed, and sat down gracefully. He beckoned for the smaller man to come over, and turned his body so his back was facing him.

“I think I do. Was it because of what the other men were saying about me? They were right, you know, my mother is a whore. I grew up in a brothel, I understand what you want from me.” Meng Yao reached forward to run a hand over Nie Mingjue’s shoulder and down his chest, moving to start undressing him. Before he could start undoing the sash, a large hand grabbed his wrist and held it.

“I did not bring you to my chambers to warm my bed, Meng Yao.” 

Meng Yao flushed crimson with humiliation, of course he didn’t, of course he wouldn’t want someone like me touching him . As if Nie Mingjue knew what the smaller man was thinking, he pulled him down onto the bed in front of him.

“I will not force you to share my bed, is what I meant. You are under no obligation to service me sexually. I promoted you to show my men that being a child of a whore does not negate your brilliance, or your capability. My men sometimes entertain outdated notions, that sex positivity and meaningful contribution can’t be cultivated simultaneously. Do you understand?”

Meng Yao nodded, and wiggled his wrist in the much larger man’s hand. “If you do not want me to warm your bed, then why did you bring me to your chambers?”

“As my second-in-command, you will see to all of my needs personally. You will help me dress and undress, you will help me braid my hair and attach my hair pieces. You will unbraid my hair and comb it every night. You will compose my letters, you will bring me my food. These may seem like menial tasks, but this makes you my most trusted confidant. By composing my letters, you will know all my deepest secrets. By undoing and doing my hair, you will listen to my worries and soothe my mind. You will sit with me at meals, you will follow me where I go. You will observe training, you will inform me on the gossip and talk in my sect. My brother is also an extension of myself, if he wants something, you fulfill it. If he asks for something, you give it to him. You belong to him as much as you belong to me, as long as it does not interfere with your daily duties to me.” 

Meng Yao nodded. “Alright, I understand. Do you still not wish me to warm your bed? I am very experienced, and can provide you with the highest level of pleasure.”

He stood up, and started to gently undo the elaborate headpiece in the sect leader’s hair. Nie Mingjue shook his head an infinitesimally small amount. “No, I will not need you to warm my bed, or service me in any way. There is one more thing that will be demanded of you, and this is the most important one. Being my envoy, you will speak for me, and this requires you to personally address the maintenance of my relations with Gusu Lan.”

“I wasn’t aware of a particularly close alliance between your sects,” Meng Yao spoke softly as he gently started to undo the small, complex braids. 

“There isn’t, not a formal one at least.” Nie Mingjue’s hands twitched in his lap, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his sleeve. If anything, he looked nervous. 

“Then why do you need a personal envoy?” Meng Yao inquired gently. If the larger man’s body language was any indication, this was a potentially dangerous subject, but if Meng Yao was to enact as an accomplished right hand, he needed to be aware of all his secrets.

“I am currently seeing Lan Xichen... as my cultivation partner. The distance is hard on us at times, and I wish to send him letters of a highly personal manner. I would like a trusted envoy to deliver them, without fear of interception.” 

Meng Yao flushed pink, and suddenly he understood why Nie Mingjue did not want him servicing him sexually. If he was already the cultivation partner of Lan Xichen, letting a servant warm his bed was highly disrespectful. Meng Yao reached up to slip the largest outer layer off his shoulders, and waited for Nie Mingjue to continue speaking.

“I expect my correspondence with him to be hand delivered, without fail. Do not leave it with anyone, not even with his uncle or his brother. This will take you out of my sight for days at a time. Lan Xichen will often wish you to stay a few nights, he frets so easily about long travels. He will also wish to take time to compose something to send back to me. In a few weeks time, Nie HuaiSang will be attending Cloud Recesses lectures. You will accompany him there safely, and deliver my correspondence to Lan Xichen. You will also bring back anything he sends in reply.” 

Meng Yao started slowly slipping the many layers off Nie Mingjue, until he was left in only his silky underobe. Nie Mingjue turned to look at Meng Yao, who hastily averted his eyes from the tantalizing strip of chest that was bare and open. “You may leave, please be back in my chambers before sunrise to help me get ready in the morning. You may visit HuaiSang to see if he needs anything. Thank you.”

With that, Nie Mingjue dismissed him, and Meng Yao left feeling confused and uncomfortably aroused.

Meng Yao had been exemplary at fulfilling his duties to Nie Mingjue, he had a knack for knowing what he actually wanted and enacting it with minimal effort. 

Nie Mingjue had lied when he said he did not wish for Meng Yao to warm his bed, but he had much more interesting plans for the smaller man. He was well aware of the way Meng Yao looked at him, the desire heating his gaze, the sexual longing inhabiting all of his movements. He had seen the way his eyes flashed over his exposed skin, the desperation in his eyes.

Meng Yao would service him, but not in the way he thought. Nie Mingjue was more than fine holding out sexually. He had bursts of arousal, of course, but with the type of cultivation and the physical activity he had, it was more a passing fancy. Lan Xichen on the other hand, was insatiable.

Nie Mingjue figured it had to be a Lan family curse, with all the stories he heard, or maybe the 3,000 rules just got to them in different ways. But when Nie Mingjue stayed with Lan Xichen for a few days, his partner demanded him for many rounds, many times, every night. His refractory period was almost nothing, and Nie Mingjue knew that without the ability to service him, Xichen must be going crazy with repressed desires. His sexual drive was endless, and Mingjue hoped that Meng Yao might be able to help with that. 

Meng Yao was leaving with Nie HuaiSang in the morning, and Nie Mingjue started to compose a letter, his heart aching with longing for his partner. 

My Dearest Xichen,
I hope this letter finds you well.
I miss you terribly every day, you must know how my body longs for yours every night.
By the time you read this letter, you will have met Meng Yao.
He is my new envoy, my second-in-command, you may trust him with anything you need.
He will be tasked with our letters personally.
I have a suspicion he might be wanting more than his responsibilities are, and I do hope you understand where I am going with this.
He first expressed his interest in assisting me with my sexual pleasure, and I know for a fact he has serviced HuaiSang, the new braids in his hair were a clear indication of that.
HuaiSang always had loved playing with my toys, I guess that never really stopped.
I want to make it clear, I have not touched him or broken him in.
If you desire, which I strongly suggest you do, he is my gift to you.
I instructed him that your needs are my needs, your desires are my desires.
Your pleasure... is my pleasure.
Please use him as you see fit, and send him back to me. If you wish for me to start using his services as well, that is your decision.
I would not make that choice without your approval.
As always
With love and longing
Nie Mingjue

The day to depart for Cloud Recesses came all too quickly, right as Meng Yao was starting to flourish under the routine. Every night he would take out Clan Leader Nie’s braids, undress him to his innermost robe, ( always averting his eyes respectfully ), and brushing his hair. He would return the following morning, to reverse the process, always starting by combing his hair, then dressing him carefully in each beautifully embroidered, expensive, exquisite robe. He would then meticulously do the small intricate braids, which at first he messed up multiple times. Clan Leader Nie had appeared late to many of his obligations those days. (People assumed it was for other reasons, but they made sure to not mention it around anyone who would let it get back to the clan leader.) 

Meng Yao would serve Clan Leader Nie his food, sit in on his meetings, read him his letters, (and help draft a formal correspondence in reply), he would see to HuaiSang’s every need as well. Fortunately, HuaiSang seemed not to want much, but did seem fond of letting Meng Yao service him in the evenings, before sending him off to his brother. 

HuaiSang thought that Mingjue was unaware of this, but Meng Yao knew that Nie Mingjue had full knowledge of what Meng Yao did. He never said anything, but allowed it to continue. 

Meng Yao reached Cloud Recesses without an issue, which had come as a relief. He hadn’t expected to run into any problems, but the chance was always there that things could go south quickly.

Meng Yao attended the first day of lectures with Nie HuaiSang, which unfortunately caused more of a disturbance than he had desired. When the men in the corner started whispering, Lan Xichen had sent them a withering look, and swept forward gracefully, taking the delicate box out of his hand, while dragging his long fingers across his.

“I’ve heard that Clan Leader Nie has a capable servant under his wing. Upon meeting you today, I can tell you have graceful speech, you are extraordinary indeed.” 

Meng Yao felt surprise flicker across his face, and quickly tried to school his expression into something more humble, when he realized the older man was speaking to him. Later that afternoon, he sought directions to Lan Xichen’s private chambers upon Nie Mingjue’s instructions. He waited patiently outside until he saw Lan Xichen walk up, and rushed to perform a deep bow, indicating his lowly status and extreme respect for the other man.

Lan Xichen reached forward to stop Meng Yao from reaching any lower. 

“Meng Yao, Nie Mingjue is a frank and forthright man, he justly rewards and punishes people. As long as it’s someone with merit, he wouldn’t treat them badly. As I have mentioned, he speaks very highly of you. There is no need for such big gestures for me, we are equals.”

Meng Yao felt himself flush all over, Lan Xichen owed him absolutely nothing, and yet he was providing the most gentle kindness, the simple respect of addressing him as a mutual. Meng Yao felt his insides stir, a deep sweeping pleasure a heady rush, lighting every nerve on fire consuming him. 

He bowed only slightly to Lan Xichen, and pulled out a letter from inside his robes. “I have instructions to hand deliver this to you, but if there is nothing else I must hurry back to Clan Leader Nie. He is making do without my services and I wish to be back by his side.”

Meng Yao waited as Lan Xichen walked over to the table, sat down gracefully and opened his letter. Meng Yao lingered hesitantly by the door, unsure if he was supposed to stay or go.

Lan Xichen glanced up at him, and gestured to sit across the table from him. “Please, Meng-gongzi, sit. I won’t have you uncomfortably standing for an unnecessary amount of time.”

Taking the direction, Meng Yao sunk to his knees, hands clasped nervously in the thighs of his robes. While Clan Leader Nie had implored the importance of Meng Yao monitoring all of his correspondence, he had not been privy to this particular letter, and rightfully so. From the way Lan Xichen’s ears turned pink, and a long swallow moved his Adam’s apple luxuriously down his throat, and back up again, Meng Yao had a faint idea what Nie Mingjue must have written.

Lan Xichen’s eyes suddenly flickered upwards to meet Meng Yao’s, who unfortunately was caught staring at the long lines of Lan Xichen’s throat. 

“I think I would like to send a message back to Nie Mingjue. Can you stay a little while longer for me? I’m sure he won’t mind.”

Meng Yao nodded and bowed in respect, making an attempt to stand up to retrieve some parchment and ink. Lan Xichen’s arm reached out with lightning speed, holding him still. 

“It’s not that kind of message, I’m afraid.” A smirk was playing around the corners of Lan Xichen’s lips, his beautiful, soft, gorgeous lips. Meng Yao gulped and glanced shyly up at him through his thick eyelashes.

“What kind of message, Zewu-Jun, do you wish for me to relay, if not for the kind of parchment and ink?” 

Lan Xichen rose on his feet, in a supremely graceful movement that indicated miles of sinuous muscle underneath his many robes. “Do you know what Nie Mingjue and I are to each other?”

Meng Yao paused, taken aback at the direct, and confrontational question. “I’m not sure what you mean, Zewu-Jun. Was there a miscommunication within the letter he sent? Has there been a problem with my service so far?”

Lan Xichen shook his head, and smiled softly, walking towards the end of the room to open a small ornate box, delicately carved, intricately decorated. It must have taken hours to create the detail on the side, and Meng Yao knew immediately that it must be close to priceless. “No. There has been no issue with your service.... so far.”

Meng Yao blinked, at the implication that there might be something he would do to make the brilliant, beautiful, untouchable Zewu-Jun displeased. He followed Lan Xichen as he walked back to the table, setting the box down in the middle, and looked commanding down at Meng Yao.

“Please stand.” While the direction was polite, and the tone gentle, Meng Yao knew immediately this was not a request. He clambered to his feet clumsily, nearly tripling on the hem of his robes in his haste to obey. “I will ask you again, and only once more, I do not like repeating myself- did Clan Leader Nie inform you of who we are to each other?”

Meng Yao nodded hastily, “yes, Zewu-Jun, he informed me that you two were cultivation partners. He instructed me that I must treat your correspondence with my highest priority. He diligently implored me to make sure every need of yours was met, and to listen to your every request. Therefore, I must ask again, has my service been substandard?”

Lan Xichen strode forward intentionally, stopping a hair’s width away from Meng Yao, their height difference amplified in the close quarters. “I think you must know, your service to me has yet to begin.” His voice was barely more than a whisper, his breath washing over the planes of Meng Yao’s face. Slowly, Lan Xichen reached up to tilt Meng Yao’s chin upwards, his long delicate fingers brushing tantalizing across his jaw. 

“It has been too long since I have been with Nie Mingjue, and for all his love for me, he knows he has failed me in this regard. However, he sent me an exquisite gift today, do you know what that might be?” 

Meng Yao’s breath left his parted lips, shaky and ragged. He tried to move his head in disagreement, but Lan Xichen’s fingers held his jaw firmly in place. 

“Meng-gongzi, you, are my gift.” Lan Xichen leaned forward, his soft plush lips brushing his own, and a ragged moan was ripped from him. The kiss turned forceful immediately, Lan Xichen was not asking, he was telling, he was taking, he was demanding. Meng Yao could do nothing more but give, and give, and give. 

What sheer force of luck brought him in this position, he thought desperately, having the great untouchable Zewu-Jun defile his mouth with precision and intention. 

Lan Xichen pulled back, his lips swollen, spit messily marring his otherwise pristine features. “Strip. Get on the bed, hands and knees, with your bottom facing me.”

Meng Yao blinked, as blood rushed through his entire body, his cock twitching in his robes in interest. “Zewu-jun, I’m-“

Lan Xichen’s eyes flashed dangerously, and reached forward to undo Meng Yao’s sash, pushing his first outer robe off. “Meng-gongzi, I wasn’t asking you, I was commanding you. No one will disturb me in my chambers. Were you not instructed by Clan Leader Nie to see fit to my every desire? I desire you, on the bed, undressed, on your knees.” 

Meng Yao hastened to comply with his orders, making quick work of shedding his robes so they dropped messily to the floor. Completely bare, his cock half hard in the anticipation, he climbed onto the bed with his ass upturned and face lowered into the sheets. This position was profoundly vulnerable, and while Meng Yao had been taught to service, instructed to pleasure, this had not been something he had ever been taught. 

Lan Xichen’s fingers were quickly on him, and it took Meng Yao all his self restraint to not flinch back from how cold and oily they were. There was no hesitation in his long fingers, nothing to indicate that Lan Xichen was not in full control. He was commanding the situation with the power and authority he presented to everyone else, and Meng Yao shivered at the thought, desperately wanting him to command him too. Lan Xichen forcefully inserted one long finger into Meng Yao’s tight, virginal hole, the protrusion causing Meng Yao to flinch in surprise, but do his best to spread his legs so Lan Xichen could continue. 

Even with his practice and experience in servicing Nie HuaiSang, he had only used his mouth or his hands to help the boy reach completion, nothing like this, and the thought that Nie Mingjue was a frequent recipient of these administrations made his head spin.

“Meng-gongzi, you should know that Mingjue and I have been lovers for years. He knows me more intimately than anyone else, even my own brother.” Lan Xichen inserted a second finger, twisted it with the first, and Meng Yao whimpered desperately. “Above all else, he knows my desire for domination, my desire for petite small men I can take apart with my fingers.” He added a third finger, stretching and stretching and stretching. 

“Mingjue hand selected you, dressed you up prettily for me, and set you off to warm my cock. How does that make you feel?”

It took considerable effort for Meng Yao to form thoughts around the three fingers deep inside of him, the pleasure and pain tumbling together intoxicatingly. “Good, it feels good Zewu-jun.”

“I’m going to fuck you Meng-gongzi, I’m going to fuck you multiple times, I’m going to fill you with my come, and send you back to Nie Mingjue so he knows how much I liked his gift.” Lan Xichen pulled out his fingers, and Meng Yao whimpered at the loss, his hole trying to clench down on the missing protrusion. Without wasting any time, Lan Xichen was back, and pushing his hot, hard cock inside of Meng Yao.

It was too much. It was too much, and not enough, Meng Yao wanted more. He wanted so much more. Even when the pace Lan Xichen set was punishing, aggressively hard, synchronized his thrusts with scratches, bite marks, and rough squeezes that were sure to leave bruises, Meng Yao wanted more. 

When Lan Xichen finally released, Meng Yao could feel his hard cock twitching inside of him, his come spurting out with the pulses of his cock. Lan Xichen pulled out slowly, and immediately replaced his cock with a cold hard object. “A plug, to keep my come inside of you. I don’t want a single drop wasted before I send you back to Nie Mingjue.”

Meng Yao whimpered, absolutely alight with desire.

My Dearest Mingjue
Your letter found me in good health, but your gift found me in even better health.
How I miss you, how I miss the way you smell, how I miss the way you sound moaning my name. I miss the way your hair looks hanging loose after a long day, delightfully wavy from your small intricate braids. I miss the taste of you. I miss the noises you make when you’re inside of me.
Meng Yao was a delight, he was exemplary in all the ways you promised he would be, and he truly was a delightful and energetic lover.
I am so grateful for the thought and care you expressed by sending me such a lovely gift, you know how my body aches for yours every night.
I hope you did not suffer without his services for so long, I was selfish to keep him as long as I did.
I hope the message I made sure he would pass along makes up for my indulgent greed.
Please do not deny yourself the pleasures of his service, I command you to take it upon yourself to feel good as if you would if I were pleasuring you.
Let him do what I cannot.
Please write again soon,
And upon your convenience,
Send Meng Yao back, perhaps full of your seed this time. I repeat, I miss the taste of you.
I hope you enjoy my gift as much as I enjoyed yours
Forever yours
Lan Xichen

The Journey back from cloud recesses was strenuous, Meng Yao’s body split open and raw from Lan Xichen’s ministrations. He had kept him in his bed for a handful of days, sometimes tied up, sometimes not. He was instructed not to leave the chambers, not to get dressed, not to do anything but service Lan Xichen’s every sexual need. Meng Yao had absolutely no issue with that.

Lan Xichen sought his own pleasure countless times, each time making sure to release inside of Meng Yao, replacing the plug each time. He quickly realized that the buttplug had many cultivational effects, and was eager to show Nie Mingjue both the hand written letter, and the messages Lan Xichen left on his body; both the come inside of his hole, and the blemishes he left scattered across his skin.

By the time he reached the Unclean Realm, Meng Yao was aching for release, and wished to be brought to Nie Mingjue’s chambers immediately.

Unfortunately upon his arrival, it seemed he had been holding court with Nie HuaiSang, some high ranking officials, and some head disciples. Meng Yao bowed deeply. “Clan Leader Nie, I have correspondence from Zewu-Jun that I wish to deliver immediately. It is of a sensitive matter, shall we reconvene somewhere more private?”

“You may deliver the message here.” Nie Mingjue waited, his eyebrow raised.

Meng Yao turned pink and looked at the men in the room. “I think it’s best to deliver this message in private.” 

Nie Mingjue paused, and said carefully, “There’s nothing here that these men don’t know about, I trust them implicitly.”

Meng Yao starts stripping, slowly removing his outer robe, expecting Nie Mingjue to understand what message Lan Xichen had sent back and take him to his chambers privately. But as the first robe came off, followed by the second, and Nie Mingjue made no attempts to stop Meng Yao, he slowly kept removing his robes until he was in just his thin trousers that did nothing to mask his hard and leaking cock.

The room was still occupied with Nie HuaiSang and Nie Mingjue’s guards. Meng Yao was not ashamed of sex, having grown up in a brothel, nor was he ashamed of his body, but he was curious about why Nie Mingjue would allow such a public sexual display.

He had thought Nie Mingjue would be timid, embarrassed, or even upset about what Lan Xichen had done to him, but he was staring at him hungrily, his hand clenched painfully on his thigh.

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and rough, wrecked with pleasure. “Take your trousers off.”

Meng Yao smiled his most bashful smile, his dimples standing in proud relief in his cheeks. Delightfully feeling everyone’s eyes on him, he slowly hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and dragged them down, hissing when the hem dragged along his aching erect cock. 

Meng Yao was stuffed full, both from Lan Xichen’s liberal amounts of semen and the custom made cultivation butt plug, that not only was able to adjust its shape, but could be controlled remotely with spiritual power. It was connected by a small intricate chain to the cock ring that was flush against the base. 

This had served a dual purpose, both in keeping Meng Yao aroused and erect, but also keeping him there, unable for his body to see the release he so desperately needed.

Meng Yao was in absolute ecstasy, with the way Lan Xichen had treated him, the constant aggressive stimulation, and the orgasm denial. He was also secretly pleased that Nie Mingjue was making him do this publicly, all eyes on him.

Nie Mingjue stood up, and stalked towards him, 

“Oh, Meng Yao, he really did a number on you,” Nie Mingjue whispered wantonly, his eyes raking the smaller man’s naked body greedily. He reached forward and dragged a finger down his flushed chest, stopping to tweak a nipple, before roughly grabbing his sensitive cock. Meng Yao whimpered at the stimulation, too much after purposefully avoiding anything that would affect his swollen cock.

With his other hand, he reached behind Meng Yao to slowly remove the buttplug, but Meng Yao felt a jolt of spiritual energy connect with the object, and suddenly the shape shifted, no longer smooth, but riddled with edges, so when Mingjue started to remove it, the edges dragged along the inside of his walls and scraped at his rim.

The moment it was free, Nie Mingjue noticed that his pretty pink hole started to leak, and upon closer notice, realized the butt plug had been inserted to prevent what was clearly Lan Xichen’s seed filling Meng Yao to bursting.

Immediately Nie Mingjue dropped to his knees, spread Meng Yao’s cheeks apart, and shoved his tongue into his hole.

It had been so long, too long, unbearably long, since he had tasted Lan Xichen, and even though it was disgraceful, and wholly unbecoming for a sect leader to be on his knees, Nie Mingjue did not care.

He energetically licked, suckled, and drained the insides of Meng Yao of Lan Xichen’s seed, inserting a few fingers to get the last few drops for good measure. He had been down on his knees for a while, Meng Yao had been filled so many times that Mingjue wondered how he had been able to move without bursting.

Licking his lips, he stood up and let his eyes devour the naked man in front of him, finally registering the plethora of bite marks, bruises, and scratches covering his body. 

Nie Mingjue let out a reverent gasp, his finger slowly tracing each blemish that Lan Xichen had made. Clearing his throat, he barked out, “out! Everyone out. Lock the door behind you.” 

Without looking to see if his order had been followed, Nie Mingjue picked up Meng Yao, who let out an indignant squeak at being manhandled so easily, and he walked him over to the large ornate chair in the middle of the room. Nie Mingjue sat down and settled Meng Yao in his lap, completely naked and shivering with desire.

Nie Mingjue slowly started cataloguing each and every mark on Meng Yao’s skin, replicating each one as best as he could. The more he touched Meng Yao, the more he whimpered. He was incredibly hard, had been hard for days, and was still unbelievably sensitive in many of the places Nie Mingjue was now touching. 

“Clan Leader Nie-“ Meng Yao whimpered, his cock liberally leaking now, his body writhing in pleasure, unable to reach climax. 

“What do you want, Meng Yao? Do you think you are here for your own pleasure? Remember your place. You are here to service me, not the other way around.” Nie Mingjue bit down harshly at a small stretch of previously unmarked skin, shoving three fingers roughly into Meng Yao’s hole. “Look at you, so raw and open from Lan Xichen. Did you make him feel good? How many times did he come in your tight little hole?” 

“S-six,” Meng Yao gasped out, and tried to writhe down on Nie Mingjue’s fingers. 

“That few, huh? That’s surprising, I must teach you to be better for him. Xichen usually likes to go at least three times a night, and by my calculations you were with him for 4 days.” 

Meng Yao’s breath was ragged by this point, and his entire body was vibrating, and when Nie Mingjue twisted his fingers and Meng Yao shuddered violently. 

“Please please please please please,” he begged, desperate for the relief that had been denied from him for too long.

Nie Mingjue relented, the poor man had been at Lan Xichen’s mercy for days, and then had a particularly grueling travel home, with the added stimulation of both the buttplug and the cock ring. Nie Mingjue channeled a little bit of spiritual energy into the ring, which released enough for Meng Yao to start violently ejaculating all over himself. 

Nie Mingjue’s cock twitched traitorously at the sight, as long strings of white seed spurted up onto his naked chest, Meng Yao writhing in his lap and completely taken apart by the fingers up his ass.

With that, he stood up, one lingering look at Meng Yao’s naked body, and said gruffly, “bring my dinner to my chambers tonight. The rest of the day is yours,” as he swept out of the room without looking back. 

Later that evening, after Meng Yao dutifully brought Nie Mingjue’s dinner to his private chambers, Meng Yao paused while running a comb through his silky hair. 

“He misses you a lot, you know. I hope I’m not being too forward. But.. he kept saying that. He kept saying your name. Every mark he made on me, he would whisper for you. The first time he entered me, he moaned your name so loudly. Perhaps, perhaps you can teach me to be more like you? Guide me sexually? So I can please him better next time.”

Nie Mingjue grunted, his cock twitching in interest against his silky under robe. “You are quite bold to think this will happen again. Did you enjoy yourself? Being a cock slut for Lan Xichen? Having him use you for his pleasure?”

He turned around to look at Meng Yao standing above him, lips swollen, covered in bruises, cheeks pink. “Sect Leader Nie, my humblest apologies, I have overstepped. You made it clear I was not to be warming your bed, please forgive my misstep. But as you instructed me to service Lan Xichen’s every need and desire, he wished me to do the same thing.”

Meng Yao reached out boldly, to push the silky inner robe off Nie Mingjue’s shoulder. It dropped tantalizingly to the side, revealing Mingjue’s broad chest, muscular and thick, covered with scars, marks, and a small scattering of hair leading into his trousers. Even from this angle Meng Yao could see his trousers tented, and with a rush of pleasure he remembered the hot hard length he felt pressing into him from earlier. Without even pausing to think how dangerous this was, but then, Mingjue hasn’t stopped me yet , he reached his petite hand into his pants and gripped the impressively large hard length.

It was so thick, he couldn’t even get one whole hand wrapped around the base. Meng Yao whimpered, suddenly desperately wanting to be split open by Mingjue. 

Nie Mingjue, for all his original protests, let Meng Yao touch him. He stifled a groan as Meng Yao climbed into the bed in front of him, sitting back on his heels, reaching down to grab his massive cock with both hands.

“Clan Leader Nie, if I may be so bold, I’d like to service you tonight.” Meng Yao lowered his head, but before he could put his mouth on Nie Mingjue’s aching cock, he flicked his eyes upwards with a sultry pout.

And fuck, that was potent. Nie Mingjue felt his entire body flush with desire at the heated gaze from under long delicate eyelashes, dimples set deep into soft cheeks. 

“Meng Yao…” Nie Mingjue’s voice came out low and hoarse, absolutely wrecked with desire. Meng Yao stopped himself from holding back, and lowered his head to take his cock in his mouth.

It was thicker than Lan Xichen, but Lan Xichen was longer. Both girth and length proved difficult to take completely in his mouth, but there were ways. At least with Nie Mingjue he could sink all the way down until his nose was pressed into the thatch of dark coarse hair at the base. Slowly and deliberately swallowing around his cock, he reached his hands to delicately squeeze his balls, inhaling deeply the musky scent resting in the coarse hair.

Meng Yao moved his head up and down, synchronizing the ministrations of his hands in time with each other. He pulled back messily, hollowing his cheeks in time with a drag of his tongue on the underside of Nie Mingjue’s thick cock.

He could hear ragged moans from above him, and a broad hand slipped down to grip tightly in his hair, holding his head close. Pulling all the way back, he kissed the tip, flicking his tongue to lap the beads of pre-come sitting delicately on the head. He lowered his lips back down, running his tongue around the underside of the thick ridge, following with a twist of his hands at the base.

Nie Mingjue was breathtakingly massive, but Meng Yao worshipped his cock like he had never worshipped anything else before. Meng Yao knew he was close when the muscles in his hips started fluttering under his touch, his thighs trembling with the control of holding back. Meng Yao withdrew his mouth, looked up at Nie Mingjue and smirked, spit, precome, and sweat painting his face. “Clan Leader Nie, would you like fuck me like Lan Xichen did? Fill my hole with your seed like he did? I can be a cock slut for you too, you know.”

Nie Mingjue growled, and with one fluid motion, Meng Yao was suddenly flat on the bed, his arms pinned above his head, and Nie Mingjue was pushing inside of him. Despite his hole being open and gaping from Lan Xichen’s liberal use, Nie Mingjue was significantly thicker and it burned.

“Does that feel good? Being split open by me? Do you get off running your mouth to people above you in status?”

Meng Yao whimpered, as finally, incredibly , Nie Mingjue was sheathed fully inside of him, but without giving him a single second to breathe or to adjust to the intrusion, he started thrusting in at a devastating pace. It didn’t take long for Nie Mingjue to find his release, spurting hot pulses of come inside of Meng Yao. He pulled out carefully, and delicately replaced the buttplug. 

“So Xichen can taste my seed, and see how I marked you myself. You may stay here tonight, but please bring me my breakfast in the morning before I wake up.” Nie Mingjue arranged Meng Yao carefully on the opposite side of the bed, and flicked spiritual energy to extinguish the candles. He was asleep in minutes, and pliant and loose from the multiple orgasms, Meng Yao followed soon after.

My Dearest Xichen
I am shameless to say my lips still tingle from the taste of you.
My heart fills with joy that Meng Yao was able to bring you pleasure, that he satisfied you in ways I currently cannot.
Being able to keep up with the Brilliance Overgrowth lord in bed is a nigh impossible task; I myself have attempted numerous times.
My cock twitches thinking about the marks on his unblemished skin, please tell me more on your motivations behind that.
Were you thinking of me when you touched him?
Were you touching him how I like to be touched?
Were you marking him in the way I know you love to be marked? 
I also am reluctant to admit to my selfishness, (you Lans always frown upon that), that with such an eager lover I kept him for a few more days than I planned.
He is remarkably excellent at everything he sets his mind to.
He urged me to impart ways to be more like me for your pleasure, and I have to admit, I’m shocked at his daring. You must have done a number on him for him to be quite so bold.
I do not object to his boldness, I find it quite endearing. However I tried to share some of my best moves with him, but I fear you know myself better than anyone, and you would be best to train him for your pleasure.
In retribution, I will be giving him something to relax him, it might loosen his tongue a little.
We shall see if you like his boldness as much as I did.
Yours in longing,
Nie Mingjue

P.S.
I added something to what you left for me last time, I think you’ll enjoy it. I have informed him of what to say if things get too rough, so please, enjoy yourself.

The morning that Meng Yao was set to return to Cloud Recesses, ( much too soon, to both his dismay and delight ) Nie Mingjue walked over to him and handed him a small vial. 

“The journey may be rough with the position I left you last night, if you feel discomfort or pain, please drink this before you arrive. It will help loosen your muscles and provide a relaxing feeling. Xichen might get a lot more rough with you this time.”

“I’m okay with anything he wishes, Clan Leader Nie. I am but a humble servant here to serve you both.” Meng Yao lowered his head as best he could, but the thick leather collar around his neck restricted his movement slightly. The collar was a new addition from Nie Mingjue, it had a delicate but incredibly strong chain that ran down his torso, wrapped around his waist twice, and linked through both the cock ring and the buttplug that Mingjue had replaced. 

“That may be so, but take it anyway. In addition, if he ever gets too rough with you, just say ‘silver jade’ and he will stop. If you wish for him to continue, say ‘bronze gauntlet’. Do you understand me?” Nie Mingjue paused, and something akin to tenderness flickered in his gaze. When Meng Yao nodded, and took the vial, their hands brushed, and the emotion darkened into something… else. With a hesitant hand, Nie Mingjue reached up and slowly brushed a strand of hair off of his shoulder and back behind his ear. 

“Make sure Lan Xichen is satisfied, but also… Meng Yao… come home soon.” Without another word Nie Mingjue turned and strode quickly away, his hand clenching at his side. He did not look back, and Meng Yao felt a strange fluttering in his chest, before he too turned to set off on his journey. 

Sure enough, the closer he got to Cloud Recesses, his muscles started screaming in protest, and his bones started a slow deep ache that refused to abate.

He stopped to lean delicately against a tree, too stuffed full to sit properly, the chain restricting his movements. He reached into his robes and pulled out the vial to knock it back. Immediately the tense muscles that had been accumulating a deep throbbing ache started to loosen, a warm rush sweeping through his veins. Satisfied he could make it the rest of the hike up the mountain, Meng Yao dutifully adjusted his robes and set off again. When he reached the ward, he paused briefly before tentatively taking a step forward, and sighed in immense relief as the wards parted without issue. He didn’t particularly know how they recognized him, and his mind felt pleasantly fuzzy, his thoughts a dull thrum rather than a sharp inquiry.

He quickly made his way to Lan Xichen’s private chambers, and let himself in. He quickly stripped off his outer travel robe, but left the rest on in case Lan Xichen wanted to take them off for him, or wanted the pleasure of watching him undress. He stood perfectly still in the middle of the room, and it must have been less than half an hour before Lan Xichen was standing in front of him. 

Meng Yao went to sink into a deep bow, but Lan Xichen grabbed his arms, preventing him from sinking any lower. “Meng-gongzi, the only time I expect you to bow to me is when you’re on your knees sucking my cock, especially here, in my private chambers.” 

With those words, an overwhelming rush of pleasure flooded Meng Yao’s stomach, his whole body starting to feel electrically charged, his arousal peaking in steady bursts, muting itself, then amplifying once more. If he didn’t feel so consumed with desire, he’d have wondered if the concoction Nie Mingjue had him take was contributing to this, but he smiled brightly regardless as Lan Xichen shut the door behind him, displacing a locking and silencing charm. He stalked forward, eyeing the collar with a ravenous gaze. Meng Yao held out the letter with trembling hands, bursting with anticipation.

Lan Xichen read quickly, his eyes scanning down the page in quick succession, finishing after only a few moments. He gently folded the letter, placing it on the table before walking back. His eyes on Meng Yao were that of a predator, full of promise and control.

With one quick motion, his arm reached out, grabbing at the delicate collar of his traveling robes, and ripped. Ridiculously, without any more effort, all of Meng Yao’s garments just fell right off of him, leaving him standing completely naked.

“Now that’s more like it. Next time, if I find you clothed in front of me, I will punish you. You don’t want me to punish you, do you Meng Yao?” Lan Xichen paced around him, examining his body from all angles, his long fingers pinching his nipples, silkily grazing his cock, running along new scratch marks, poking at new bruises. 

Meng Yao let out a shaky breath, not sure if there was an answer to the question, not even sure if there was a question, and before he could see it coming, Lan Xichen slapped him hard across the face. He lifted a hand shakily to touch his stinging cheek in surprise, but before he had a chance it was grabbed roughly and twisted sharply behind his back. “I told you last time, I am not fond of repeating myself. I expected you to know your place by now Meng Yao. Mingjue had assured me you were extremely competent, and a qualified, distinguished learner. But you fail to obey my simple orders.”

“Zewu-jun, I- I’m sorry, I’ll do better, I’ll be better-“ Meng Yao’s voice was soft, pleading, begging. He knew that for all the demonstrations of control and authority, Lan Xichen would never truly hurt Meng Yao, and that there had been communication between Nie Mingjue on the level of obedience Meng Yao possessed, but the thought of Lan Xichen punishing Meng Yao excited him. “If you like, I can polish your bronze gauntlets for you?”

Lan Xichen slapped Meng Yao again. 

It wasn’t hard, it didn’t hurt, but it took him so completely by surprise that he had to blink back a few tears that had kept unbidden to his eyes. Oh. Oh fuck, it’s going to be like that with him. Clan Leader Nie was smart to give me those words to use, to tell Lan Xichen to continue. 

Meng Yao immediately sunk down to his knees, and prostrated his body in deference to the man in front of him. Meng Yao always wondered what it would be like to experience pain as an extension of pleasure, but wrote his desires off as obscene and shameless , but perhaps, perhaps, Lan Xichen was not as pristine as everyone said. 

Meng Yao had a muted thought at the back of his mind flicker with a pathetic attempt, perhaps, if he ran his mouth more, Lan Xichen would punish him more.

“Lan Xichen, I am nothing more but a hole for you to use. I travelled all the way from Qinghe so you can fuck me ruthlessly. I want you to fill me up again, I want to go bruise me in every way you can.”

“You should learn to hold your tongue,” Lan Xichen’s eyes flashed dangerously, but the effect of his anger was partially counteracted by the sight of his aching cock, leaking steadily in his robes. 

“Have I been bad? Punish me then, Zewu-Jun, punish me and show me my place.” Meng Yao professed on the floor, pleading with him, begging him.

To Meng Yao’s earth shattering delight, Zewu-Jun did exactly that.

My Dearest Mingjue
The concoction I know you gave to Meng Yao opened his mouth up exponentially. I both admire your boldness, (and by extension, his boldness), but perhaps I might have gone overboard in my response.
Of course, if Meng Yao had asked me to stop, I would have ceased immediately.
I know you instructed him with our ‘stop’ words, but he did not use them, except at the beginning to instruct me to keep going.
I’m surprised he had such interest in the rougher plays I had, even you had your reservations, but he kept up and contributed in his own delightful way.
I have provided a gift for you on his body, you must undress him to find it, this gift however, make sure you unwrap in private.
Despite my love for everyone knowing the state I left your second in command and personal envoy, this particular gift, if news of it made its way back to my uncle, I believe his heart would give out on him.
Let’s not have him die on us prematurely for our sake, shall we?
I suspect when uncle discovers the first part of what I have done, he will send me to copy sect rules in the library for a week!
My hand might fall off before you send Meng Yao back to me.
I have never felt such recklessness, or carelessness, but for your reaction it will surely be worth it.
Forever yours
(Even enduring this tedious punishment for you)
Lan Xichen

The next morning, they woke up at 5am, as was the way of the Lan Clan. Lan Xichen turned Meng Yao over in his arms so he was facing him, instead of turned away. His fingers brushed the planes of his face tenderly, wistful longing in his gaze.

“I’d like to do something, to surprise Nie Mingjue. I’ll have to get you set back up in the collar and chain he sent you all dressed up in, but….” he trailed off, and swallowed resolutely, seemingly steeling himself on his decision. “Please stand.”

Meng Yao gently extricated himself from Lan Xichen’s arms, and climbed out of bed to stand obediently in front of him. The buttplug was still snugly in place, keeping him full of come, as per usual. Meng Yao fiercely relished in it, being so stuffed full and shared between the two men. Everything else was a fun bonus, but that, keeping him stuffed full of seed, that made his body sing in pleasure.

Lan Xichen stood, and walked to the table where he retrieved the collar and gently started reattaching it, looping it around Meng Yao’s small slender waist, hooking it through the buttplug, and reattaching the cockring, which he slid on Meng Yao’s partially flaccid cock. Lan Xichen gave a few masterful tugs to bring him to full hardness, and stepped away admiring his handiwork. He then went to the edge of the room, retrieving something Meng Yao couldn’t see, and he was back in front of him, a slight crease between his brows. 

Meng Yao raised an eyebrow questioningly, surely now was not the time for second guessing himself? But no need, Lan Xichen seemed to have settled his resolve and pulled out what looked like miles of pale blue silk. Oh. Oh, oh fuck.

He started wrapping it around Meng Yao, adding in artful knots, ties, and additions. He slid it around his torso, arms, wrists, neck, and thighs, but in an increasingly complex way that did not restrict his movement at all. Well, no more so than the collar still hanging heavy around his neck. Lan Xichen stepped back to admire his administrations and nodded. 

“Looks perfect, but one last thing, for the finishing touch…” and he sunk down to his knees so he was at eye level with Meng Yao’s now aching erection. With one smooth movement, before Meng Yao could figure out what he was planning, before he could protest, or stop him, Lan Xichen had pulled off his forehead ribbon, and started wrapping it around Meng Yao’s cock, leaving the cloud pattern until the end, so it was twisted right around the tip, with the ends of the ribbon swirling up to loop into an intricate bow. 

“Perfect. That should give Nie Mingjue quite the fun evening.”

Meng Yao positively thought he might pass out from the shock. 

Holy fuck, he had Zewu-Jun’s sacred forehead ribbon tied around his cock.

Meng Yao had never wanted to reach Qinghe quicker than he did on that trip, he was anxious to see Nie Mingjue’s reaction, and could not wait for it.

Luckily, by the time he reached the Unclean Realm, it was late in the evening and he let himself directly into Nie Mingjue’s chambers, and the man was sitting on his bed, looking over parchment in the candlelight. The moment Meng Yao entered his rooms, he started disrobing, each layer landing on the floor in disregard. In moments, he was standing naked in front of Nie Mingjue, his hungry eyes taking in every inch of him. 

His gaze traveled the length of blue silk wrapped all around his small frame, to land on Meng Yao’s erect cock, still tied up in the Lan forehead ribbon. 

The knot Lan Xichen had used prevented it from moving, or coming undone, and Nie Mingjue walked over to place a finger gently over the silk ribbon, tracing its length all the way around his hard cock. The tip of the ribbon was obscenely damp where his tip was leaking, set in a perfect elaborate bow around the head. 

Nie Mingjue growled, his hand reaching out to grasp Meng Yao’s cheek. Meng Yao had a delightful smirk playing on his lips, a teasing tone to his voice.

“Do you like it? Zewu-Jun thought you might. He was quite excited for your reaction. I’m sure he mentioned it in the letter, but his uncle was absolutely furious that he had mistakenly misplaced his headband. He had to copy the sect rules for days, I’m sure he’s still in the library doing so.”

Nie Mingjue reached down to grab his own aching cock with a guttural moan,and growled out, “Do not move. Stand right there.” He started pumping his cock in his hand, hard, brutal, relentlessly. Within minutes he was grunting, his seed shooting out of him, coming in strips all over Meng Yao’s chest, staining the blue silk. 

Meng Yao laughed, and started to run a finger through the mess covering his chest but Nie Mingjue slapped his hand away. “No, don’t touch. You’ll be bringing yourself back to Lan Xichen exactly like this. I’m going to cover you with come a few more times tonight, but you are going back immediately in the morning.”

“Oh, it’s like that is it, Clan Leader Nie? You like seeing your kept man belonging to someone else? You get off on seeing Nie Clan’s Second in command bound in the property of Lan Clan? I didn’t take you for being so possessive but—“

Nie Mingjue cut Meng Yao off with a brutal, passionate kiss. “You may be covered in Lan ribbon, but you still partly belong to me. Lan Xichen should be pressed to remember that. I may not have taken you with my cock first, but I saw you first. Mine. ” 

True to his word. Nie Mingjue managed to spill his seed all over Meng Yao a handful more times that night, still making sure to lick out Lan Xichen’s seed inside of him and replace it with his own. 

On the last round, Nie Mingjue might have gotten a little enthusiastic with his cock in Meng Yao’s mouth, and when he came, a good chunk of it ended in Meng Yao’s hair, smearing right into his intricate braids.

“Well fuck. I’m not sure I’ll have the time to clean that, if I’m to set off in the morning.” Meng Yao reached a hand up to touch the semen in his hair and laughed. 

Nie Mingjue got off the bed, and went to pull something out of a chest at the foot of the bed. “Turn around,” he commanded, and Meng Yao obeyed. He felt something heavy began to fasten in his hair, and ok what the fuck because when Mingjue was finished, he spun Meng Yao to face the mirror, and yupp there was an elaborate hair piece adorning his soft braids. It was not as intricate or ostentatious as the ones Nie Mingjue wore as clan leader, but this was very clearly meant only for intimate members of the Nie Clan.

“This used to belong to HuaiSang when he was younger, it can be yours now. You wear it well.” 

And well, what the fuck was Meng Yao supposed to say to that? 

My gorgeous Lan Xichen,
You were right to warn me about your latest gift.
My shock at seeing your pristine sacred headband, the forehead ribbon of restraint, tied so prettily around Meng Yao’s cock?
A gift wrapped present with the most exquisite bow.
You will notice that you have received my reply, (along with Meng Yao back), at an alarming turn around.
When I saw the Lan forehead ribbon, I could not mask my shock or arousal, and after cleaning him out of the remnants of your seed, I released my own inside of him.
I am ashamed to admit, it was not enough, I wanted to mark him more, and the result of my efforts meant for you to see the manifestation, I must send him to you immediately.
My heart grows at the idea of you sharing in this experience with me, and despite all expectations, I am growing extremely fond of Meng Yao himself.
Would I be saying something out of place to note that I value him as much as you and HuaiSang now?
I have always had difficulty forming attachments to people, but with Meng Yao I feel as open as I do with you.
I feel he understands me like you do.
I feel he adores me like HuaiSang does.
He is truly one of a kind.
With all my love,
Nie Mingjue

Lan Xichen set the most recent letter down on the table, and reached out for Meng Yao to come sit in his lap. Meng Yao complied, folding himself delicately into Lan Xichen, and smiled adoringly up at him. The Nie headpiece still in his hair, doing an excellent job of masking the dried come, but Lan Xichen noticed anyway.

“Meng Yao, I want you to help me with something tonight. I found someone who has instructed me on a way to make a replica of….” Lan Xichen paused, his ears turning pink, and continued, “a replica of my erect penis. The mold is filed with jade, which is set, and then you can use it as a replacement for an actual cock.”

Meng Yao blinked in surprise, “that’s quite a request Zewu-Jun, what ever would you desire to do that for?”

Lan Xichen swallowed, “it’s for you to take back with you. So you may help pleasure Mingjue in my place.”

So that night, Meng Yao helped Lan Xichen to custom make a mold of his cock, bringing him to harness, and then help prepare him to have the mold created. It’s complex, intricate, and a precise process. To ensure proper setting of the cast, they were not allowed to jostle or move the mold, which allowed them time to sit and talk. Once they decided it was starting to set, Lan Xichen turned to Meng Yao.

“Tonight, I want to teach you how to use your tongue and mouth to pleasure Mingjue, the way both of us have been doing to you to clean our seed out. While I am aware he has always been in control sexually with you, I will tell you the most intimate secret about him, he absolutely loves when his partner takes the control from him. That is what you must do with your mouth, and the jade cock I am sending you with.” 

Meng Yao dutifully starts stripping, which Lan Xichen allowed, simply because he always admired looking at the smaller man’s body. When Meng Yao went to turn over, offering his ass up for Lan Xichen, he finally laughed

“No, you misunderstood. You’ll be practicing on me.” Lan Xichen grabbed Meng Yao, and pulled him down to his knees next to Lan Xichen. 

Lan Xichen proceeds to bend over, and patiently instructs Meng Yao how to lick inside of him, open him up. He guides him in the way to add in fingers simultaneously with his tongue, to keep stimulation on the rim but making sure to hit the prostate. 

“You’ll also want to experiment with kissing and biting around the rim, I can’t tell you exactly what works best like this, but pay attention to the noises he makes and the way his body reacts to you. He’s extremely sensitive, he will fall apart very quickly.”

Meng Yao nodded, trying to remember every tiny detail. He wanted to make Nie Mingjue feel so good . 

“He will have a pretty quick turn around time with this, but his body will be more open and loose, so that’s when you’ll be able to start stretching him open with your fingers. You must use oil, and go slowly and carefully. You’ll be able to use the jade replica next.” 

Lan Xichen leaned down to pull Meng Yao into a bruising kiss, his hands tangling in his hair. “He will fall apart under your fingers and mouth, and that is the highest gift he can give you. You must treasure that always, do you understand me?” 

Meng Yao nodded, he would. He would treasure it always. 

My dearest Mingjue
You are right to be fond of A’Yao, and I thank the heavens daily that you found him for us. I can’t imagine my life without him, not simply because of the way he connects me to you, but because he is a delight himself.
My heart aches every morning and every evening that our duties to our sects keep us apart, and will continue to keep us apart. 
I long to taste you again, actually taste you.
Perhaps, A’Yao can be with us then too.
As you have grown fond of him, so have I.
I would like to return the favor.
My gifts of late have been in hubris and in jest, but this gift I am sending him, this one I know you will appreciate beyond all else.
My heart sings for you, and now it sings for him too,
Always
Lan Xichen

The next time Meng Yao was taking down Nie Mingjue’s braids, already in just his trousers, silken inner robe removed with the Bette ritual now, Meng Yao asked hesitantly, “there is something I would like to try for you tonight, if you’ll allow it. Zewu-jun has taught me and instructed me on how to deliver your pleasure the best.”

Nie Mingjue looked up at him, a vulnerability pulsing at the edges of his gaze. “Alright. What would you like me to do?” 

Still brushing the larger man’s hair, Meng Yao leaned forward and whispered softly in his ear, “can you let me take control tonight? Can you let me take control just as if Lan Xichen would take control?”

Meng Yao crawled between Nie Mingjue’s legs, and slowly spread them apart on the bed. He lowered his mouth, and pressed reverent kisses along his hips, his stomach, his thighs. Nie Mingjue’s muscles twitched in response to each brush of his lips, and Meng Yao smiled, absolutely besotted. 

Meng Yao leans down further, to kiss Nie Mingjue’s pink hole softly. Nie Mingjue’s entire body twitched in pleasure, and he let out an obscene moan. “Oh, oh yes, please .”

Meng Yao had never seen the man in front of him on the bed beg for anything before, and he wanted to give him everything, every ounce of pleasure he possibly could. He wanted to take him apart until he was sobbing in relief. He wanted to give him everything he had given to Meng Yao. 

When he gently slid his tongue inside his hole, Nie Mingjue whimpered . “More-, please, I need more. Use your fingers A’Yao,” and when had Meng Yao ever been able to refuse him? 

He reached for the oil that was set to the side, and slicked a finger up, sliding it inside without stopping the movements of his tongue. Nie Mingjue was coming undone quickly now, his voice rough and raw, broken and needlessly whining. “A’Yao, that’s it, yes, please!” 

Meng Yao added a second finger, and a third, and the moment his finger brushed against a small nub inside of him, Nie Mingjue’s body nearly spasmed off the bed, thick streaks of white come exploding out of his cock. 

Later that night, Meng Yao brought out the jade mold of Lan Xichen’s cock, and Nie Mingjue almost sobbed in pleasure. 

It goes on like that for a while, Meng Yao stuffed full of cum, plugged with their favorite spiritual buttplug, marked up, and sent off to service the other lover.

Meng Yao had never been more thrilled, especially when Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen tried their best to outdo the other’s grand gestures.

With time, it started becoming more about Meng Yao’s pleasures too. He would lay in Lan Xichen’s bed, stuffed full of his cum, but Lan Xichen would softly braid his hair, or nuzzle into his neck. He’d press tender kisses along his collarbones, and brush his fingers reverently over his kiss swollen lips. 

Lan Xichen started to learn the things that made Meng Yao fall apart, not just the things he did that he knew would make Mingjue fall apart over later.

Meng Yao’s body was a globe, and Lan Xichen had started mapping his favorite places, staking their mutual claim instead of his solo claim, building a home inside of it. 

One night as Meng Yao lay wrapped tenderly in Lan Xichen’s arms, he whispered hesitantly, “Can you call me Er-ge?”

Meng Yao froze, unsure how to reply. “Lan-er-gongzi, isn’t that incredibly intimate?”

“You are in my bed, you have had me inside of you, you are currently full of my seed. I believe the situation allows for intimacy.”

“Ok, Er-ge.” Meng Yao flashed his dimples demurely, and Lan Xichen leaned forward to capture his lips in a slow, heated kiss, Lan Xichen expressing his adoration for the small man in every touch, every worshiping kiss. 

When Lan Xichen entered Meng Yao, he shuddered in mounting ecstasy, “oh, A’Yao, you’re so perfect.” Meng Yao gasped in pleasure, reveling in the intimacy of the moment. He wrapped his legs around Lan Xichen’s hips, bringing him in closer.

“Er-ge-“ he breathed, and with that Lan Xichen fell apart inside of him, coming in long hot pulses, his hands finding Meng Yao’s to tangle their fingers, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. 

Returning to Nie Mingjue the next day felt almost painful, Meng Yao loath to leave Lan Xichen, and the soft intimacy of sharing his bed. He was also eager to return to Nie Mingjue, missing him fiercely. It was a steady ache, being torn between the two of them. Knowing they loved each other so fiercely, and how Meng Yao was slowly starting to fall in love with them both individually. He had hope that his feelings were returned by Lan Xichen, but Nie Mingjue was harder to read.

“A’Yao, what’s on your mind? You’re contemplating something, I can tell because you get this pinch,” he tapped his forehead lightly, “right here.”

Nie Mingjue was softly playing with Meng Yao’s hair, the braids had been messed up and undone, and he was brushing the soft strands away from his face with his rough fingers.

Meng Yao pouted delicately, and fluttered his eyelashes. “I’m thinking about you, and what I want you to do to me.” 

“Don’t change the subject on me, I know when you’re hiding something.” Mingjue frowned down at him, but continued to tenderly play with Meng Yao’s hair.

“It is you, who is hiding something from me. You are still fully clothed while I am here, naked, at your mercy. I cannot complain, this is the best place to sit in all of Qinghe,” Meng Yao smirked, and wiggled his naked ass in Nie Mingjue’s lap against his hard cock hidden under his many layers. They were sitting in the throne room, the room deserted for hours.

They had tried out a new talisman that Lan Xichen had sent in his letter, specifically created in the efficacy of removing clothing immediately. It was supposed to help when someone was injured , he would say, or after a night hunt when your robes are ruined and you’re finding difficulty removing them , he would point out, or perhaps a safety issue, if you fall underwater and need to remove the heavy layers to rise to the surface he would argue.

It was for none of those things. It was for Nie Mingjue to disrobe Meng Yao instantly. Not a single one of them protested its efficiency. 

Nie Mingjue sighed, and moved Meng Yao’s silky hair off his shoulder, so he could lean forward and press his lips delicately to his sharp, prominent collarbones. 

Meng Yao relented, knowing that Nie Mingjue would not let up on a line of questioning if not answered, moved his face until it was pressing into Nie Mingjue’s large chest. He murmured softly, “Lan Xichen asked me to start calling him Er-ge.” 

The hands playing with his hair paused, and Meng Yao held his breath. Nie Mingjue started the soothing motion again, and whispered in his ear. “And that makes you happy? That doesn’t explain why I feel you are upset about something.”

His voice came out small, and timid. “can- can I-“ he stopped, the urge apparently too much for him to speak.

Nie Mingjue grasped the sides of his face gently, and pulled him away from his chest so he could look him in the eye. His heart fluttered painfully at the hesitant tenderness reflected back to him, and kissed Meng Yao softly. “A’Yao, you must know, all you have to do is ask. Anything you want is yours. It doesn’t matter the request, you simply have to ask for it to be granted.”

Meng Yao flushed, and nodded. “May I call you Da-ge, then?”

A thrill went through Nie Mingjue, and his tender smile split his face open. “Of course you can, A’Yao.”

That was the first night they made love. 

For some reason, residents of the unclean realm seemed to respect Meng Yao more, when they were under the impression that he was Clan Leader Nie’s concubine, his kept man, his bed warmer. Having been privy to his naked form, his body used for pleasure for two powerful men, he thought the whispers would be harsher, the looks given him more pointed. It was quite the opposite effect, which astonished Meng Yao.

“I heard Zewu-Jun was even more pleasant and radiant than ever when Meng Yao was visiting him last time. People spoke of his generosity for days! We have nothing but the sexual pleasure of Meng Yao to thank for that!”

“Clan Leader Nie has been overjoyed with the services Meng Yao provides for him, he must truly be remarkable to please such a harsh man to the point of exuberant praise.”

“Clan Leader Nie and Zewu-jun have been passing him between themselves for months, Meng Yao must be supremely talented to keep both men content and satisfied, especially when both men are notoriously difficult to please, anyone who’s ever tried has failed.”

It seemed the hypocrisy of the cultivation would would never cease to surprise him, as son of a sex worker, when he tried to make a name for himself in an honorable way, they taunted him, they mocked him, they disrespected him. But when Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen took him as their shared lover, he was suddenly respected as close to the highest order. He still had no status or title, but people stopped to bow to him, merchants offered him samples, people sought out his opinions.

Once, he might have longed for nothing more than this. Once, he might have taken this and used the courage to seek out his father, but he now found with the genuine adoration both Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen showered him in, he had no compulsion to leave their side. (Unless he was bidden to return to the other.)

He was finding it increasingly difficult to stay apart from both of them, steadily passed back and forth. When he was in Nie Mingjue’s bed, he sometimes thought about the way Lan Xichen’s eyes would flutter shut with his mouth around his cock. When he was riding Lan Xichen, his cock buried to the base inside of him, he would find himself thinking of the wrecked whimpers Nie Mingjue would make when Meng Yao had his tongue inside his hole.

He wished more than anything, that he could have both of them at once. He wished more than anything, he could help pleasure both of them as they pleasured each other. 

Nie Mingjue still had not found an opportunity to leave Qinghe, the expectations and duties he held bound him in place. Lan Xichen, also had exhausting amounts of responsibilities that prevented him from leaving for more than a few hours in a day. 

Meng Yao fiercely hoped that one day soon, he might be able to share both of his lovers at once.