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Wei Wuxian plans to surprise Lan Wangji.
Not that he's ever not trying to surprise the beautiful, stoic Second Jade of Lan, but there's something to be said about surprising someone at their residence. It is very likely that Lan Wangji will soon get used to Wei Wuxian's presence and antics in public areas such as the classroom and library, and he will go back to ignoring Wei Wuxian.
That can't happen. Wei Wuxian has never met someone so interesting before! Lan Wangji can't go back to ignoring Wei Wuxian so easily.
So Wei Wuxian made a plan to sneak into Lan Wangji's room, hide himself under a desk or bed, and pop out when the time is right. Maybe if he's lucky, he'll even get to see a flash of surprise on Lan Wangji's face before the boy loses that calm, collected control he so dearly loves to have. It will be such a delight to see Lan Wangji angry once more.
The paths through the residential area of the Cloud Recesses have no signs, which makes sense since those who live here wouldn't need signs, but it also makes it difficult for Wei Wuxian to figure out where he is. He remembers Nie Huaisang saying that Lan Wangji lives in a house with gentian flowers by the front, so he searches for that.
Luckily, he finds the house very quickly—and as expected, it's a little ways away from the other houses. How very typical of Lan Wangji to want to be away from even his family.
Grinning, Wei Wuxian creeps up the path. There are no candles lit inside, so Lan Wangji is either not there or already asleep. Wei Wuxian can work with that.
Sneaking into the house is easy when the front door slides silently and smoothly. Wei Wuxian has no issues tiptoeing into the main bedroom and peeking inside. Sure enough, there is a figure lying on the bed, fast asleep.
Wei Wuxian cannot help approaching the bed. He pokes the figure on their shoulder. "Lan Zhan?" he whispers.
No response. Guess Lan Wangji is a heavy sleeper.
If so, then nobody can blame Wei Wuxian for wanting to up the ante a bit. Stifling a giggle, Wei Wuxian carefully peels the covers off of the man. When that still doesn't wake him, Wei Wuxian crawls onto the bed and straddles his hips.
As soon as he's seated, Wei Wuxian pauses. He has never sat on Lan Wangji's lap before, so he wouldn't have known before all this, but Lan Wangji is surprisingly… big. Even in its soft state, Wei Wuxian cannot help marveling at the size of his cock.
Experimentally, Wei Wuxian rubs his butt down against that cock and nearly gasps in delight when he feels it twitch. Looks like despite all his efforts to appear incorruptible and above earthly matters, Lan Wangji is still very much a man with physical desires.
Wei Wuxian is so distracted with this new discovery that he doesn't notice the man beneath him waking up until he hears a deep voice ask, "What are you doing?"
He startles badly enough to almost tumble off of the bed. But before he can even move, strong hands grab his wrists, immobilizing his hands.
"Ah!" Wei Wuxian cries out, struggling against the hold. "Calm down! It's me! It's me!"
"Who is 'me'?" the voice—which Wei Wuxian belatedly realizes does not belong to Lan Wangji—asks. "Are you an assassin?"
"What? No!" Wei Wuxian shakes his head hard enough for his ponytail to smack his face. "I'm—I'm Wei Wuxian, a student here."
The grip on his wrists does not let up. "Wei Wuxian. Do you know where you are?"
"Umm," Wei Wuxian looks around. "Er, umm, no. I don't know where I am." His shoulders sag. "I think I took a wrong turn, somewhere."
"You did," the voice says without a hint of sympathy. "You are in Sect Leader Lan's room—my room."
The sect leader? Wei Wuxian squints his eyes. He sort of recalls learning about the current Sect Leader Lan; he thinks he's called Qingheng-Jun?
Hm, now that Wei Wuxian is looking at him, the man is too old to be Lan Wangji. Yes, he's also devastatingly handsome and has the same cold, merciless aura about him, but he has some lines at the corners of his eyes and his pupils are more brown, not golden.
"Whoops!" Wei Wuxian makes himself laugh. If he treats this all as a joke, then maybe he'll get away with only a few weeks of copying rules. He starts shuffling off of Qingheng-Jun's body. "Wrong room, sorry! Sect Leader Lan really does look like Lan Zhan—"
Strong hands grip onto Wei Wuxian's hips, forcing him to sit back down. "You planned to do this to Wangji?"
Whoops again. Wei Wuxian should have known better than to keep Lan Wangji's name out of his mouth when it comes to his father. "No!" he automatically says, then winces when he realizes how much it sounds like a lie. "I wasn't—planning to do all of this, of course. I-I was just going to surprise him a little, that's all! Nothing wrong with—"
He breaks off with a gasp when Qingheng-Jun lifts his hips, rubbing his clothed cock against Wei Wuxian so intently that it cannot possibly be interpreted as anything else.
"And how, exactly, did you plan to surprise him?" Qingheng-Jun asks as he rubs himself against Wei Wuxian. "By taking his cock into your pussy?"
Wei Wuxian sputters. How can a sect leader say such vulgar things?! Is this man truly the leader of the Lan?
"Of course not!" Wei Wuxian protests. "I was going to—just scare him a little! He's such a fuddy-duddy and can't stand anything that is even a little bit improper."
Qingheng-Jun hums thoughtfully as he continues lazily thrusting up against Wei Wuxian. "Do you call this 'a little bit improper'?"
"I-I—" Wei Wuxian gulps. Maybe he had made a mistake, but he just wanted to see Lan Wangji's cute angry face. "I'm sorry. Truly, I am. I've g-gone too far."
"Indeed," Qingheng-Jun's breathing begins to deepen with something that Wei Wuxian, horrified, realizes is pleasure. This man—who must be at least forty years of age—is pleasuring himself with Wei Wuxian's much younger body. "You have gone too far."
There's a sharp, hot, almost-pain around Wei Wuxian's hips. Wei Wuxian looks down and, to his horror, finds his pants all but destroyed. The parts below his knees are still intact, but everything else has been shredded to pieces by a well-controlled burst of spiritual energy—much like how Lan Wangji had destroyed the book of erotic art Wei Wuxian tricked him into looking.
With a screech, Wei Wuxian tries to cover up his most intimate parts. "What are you doing?! You can't do that! You—you—"
"Consider this your punishment," Qingheng-Jun says as he reaches down and fumbles with something. A moment later, Wei Wuxian feels something hard, long, and hot resting against one of his buttcheeks.
His blood runs cold. No. No, no, no, it can't be. Surely it can't be. He doesn't want to be fucked by Lan Wangji's father. He doesn't even know the man! And he's old!
But when Wei Wuxian tries to slide off, a resounding smack on his buttock makes him cry out.
"Behave," Qingheng-Jun orders. "And accept your punishment."
Wei Wuxian looks away, eyes stinging with tears. The slap surprised him more than it hurt, but to be smacked like a child is just too much.
While Wei Wuxian is still reeling from the slap, Qingheng-Jun takes his own cock in his hand and begins dragging it back and forth through Wei Wuxian's wet folds. Wei Wuxian gasps and almost tries to pull away, but his still-smarting bottom reminds him to stay still.
Qingheng-Jun's breathing is obscene, labored with pleasure, as he moves his hips, sliding against Wei Wuxian's sex and spreading the slick there. "Be grateful, little slut," he says as he pulls back just enough to line his cock up with the entrance to Wei Wuxian's pussy. "You're the first I've fucked in a long time."
Wei Wuxian shrieks when Qingheng-Jun rolls his hips up, pushing the tip of his cock past the wet folds and into Wei Wuxian's cunt. "No, no, no!" he sobs, trying to clench down and prevent the intrusion, but all he does is squeeze around the massive dick inside of him.
Qingheng-Jun doesn't let up—not even when Wei Wuxian squirms with pain—until he has fully pushed Wei Wuxian down onto his cock. "You're so tight," he sighs, rolling his hips for some stimulation.
Wei Wuxian hiccups, sniffling. It hurts so much. Even though he is already wet, he fears he might be bleeding. When he looks down, he thinks he can see a bulge in his tummy where Qingheng-Jun has filled him up.
Then, to his surprise, Qingheng-Jun moves one hand down to thumb at Wei Wuxian's clit, rolling the sensitive pink little bud under his finger.
Wei Wuxian gasps, twitching at the sudden contact. "N-no! Don't touch!" he tries to push the offending hand away, only for his wrist to be grabbed and held so tightly he fears it might break.
"I'll touch you as I please," Qingheng-Jun states bluntly. "Now be good."
Wei Wuxian bites his lower lip. Qingheng-Jun could still toss him out and accuse him of attempting to assassinate a sect leader. Then he would really be in trouble. Yunmeng Jiang would be in trouble.
So all Wei Wuxian can do is whine pitifully and twitch his hips as Qingheng-Jun continues teasing his clit. For such a rough, unyielding man, Qingheng-Jun has a gentle touch. Wei Wuxian can already feel his body starting to yield towards the intrusion.
"So easy," Qingheng-Jun breathes when Wei Wuxian begins unconsciously grinding against his hand. "So needy."
Wei Wuxian freezes, mortified. He hadn't even noticed that Qingheng-Jun had stopped giving him pleasure and was watching him hump the hand beneath him like some common whore. With one hand on Qingheng-Jun's chest, he tries to lift himself off.
He gets halfway off of Qingheng-Jun's cock when Qingheng-Jun grabs his waist again—but Qingheng-Jun doesn't immediately slam him back down on his waiting member. Instead, he is looking down, at where he is still partly in Wei Wuxian.
"Oh." Qingheng-Jun's voice is throaty and rough. "You're not a virgin."
It takes a moment for Wei Wuxian to realize what he's talking about. Then he sees it: Qingheng-Jun's cock is wet with Wei Wuxian's arousal and his own precum, but it is absent of another crucial liquid—blood.
Qingheng-Jun slowly reaches up and takes one of Wei Wuxian's breasts in his hand. He squeezes almost hard enough to hurt. Wei Wuxian squirms at the roughness.
"So young, yet already no longer a virgin." Qingheng-Jun muses out loud. "Who was your first, I wonder?"
Wei Wuxian shakes his head, fear making his eyes wide. Jiang Fengmian has already warned him of the consequences of telling anybody that Jiang Fengmian sometimes licks the delicate folds in between his legs, or that Jiang Fengmian likes to sneak into his room on some nights and fuck his cunt until it is red, puffy, and overflowing with cum. He doesn't want to be thrown out of Lotus Pier! He doesn't!
Qingheng-Jun is still waiting for an answer, his sharp brown eyes steadily watching Wei Wuxian as he slowly begins pushing his hot cock back into Wei Wuxian's heat.
Wei Wuxian gulps once. Twice. He needs a way out of this, something to distract the Lan Sect leader so much that he completely forgets to ask about Wei Wuxian's lack of virginity.
He rotates his hips experimentally and is relieved to see the way Qingheng-Jun's gaze darkens with interest. "Pl-please…" he gulps.
Qingheng-Jun caresses his waist. "Please what?"
Wei Wuxian trembles, staring down at the body he's straddling. Qingheng-Jun's night robe is starting to come apart, and Wei Wuxian can see the outline of strong muscles under his pale skin. "Please f-fuck me," he begs, bouncing himself lightly up and down on his lap. "Xianxian is hungry f-for it." He swallows down his embarrassment.
"For what?" Qingheng-Jun doesn't look the least bit caring that Wei Wuxian is squirming under his gaze.
Wei Wuxian turns his face away. His cheeks are aflame. "For—for y-your—" he stammers. "For your c-cock, Sect Leader. Please. Xianxian n-needs it badly."
Qingheng-Jun hums thoughtfully as he plays with Wei Wuxian's nipples, pinching and tugging until they are delightfully pink and stiff. "And why do you need it so badly?"
Wei Wuxian can't get the words out. It's too humiliating. He shakes his head.
Qingheng-Jun punches his nipple a little harder than usual, making him yelp. "Why do you need it?" he asks again. His hips have gone still.
Wei Wuxian begins to panic. Is he losing interest? Does he suspect that Wei Wuxian is not being sincere?
"Because Xianxian is a wh—" he nearly chokes on his own words, "—a wh-whore, Sect Leader." He tries pathetically to fuck himself on Qingheng-Jun's member. "I need to be fucked, and I need your b-babies. Please. Xianxian needs—"
"If Xianxian needs it so badly," Qingheng-Jun says, his voice ever calm and smooth. "Then he can just take it. He already has my cock inside of him."
Wei Wuxian's jaw nearly drops. He has… he has got to be joking! But Lans don't joke. Qingheng-Jun is perfectly serious: he expects Wei Wuxian to fuck himself on Qingheng-Jun, right here, right now—to take his own pleasure and do all the work as Qingheng-Jun watches.
Oh, but if he doesn't, then there's nothing stopping Qingheng-Jun from sending a formal complaint to Jiang Fengmian regarding the inappropriate behavior of his ward. Then Wei Wuxian could be kicked out onto the streets and forced to fend for himself by letting old, drunk men have their way with him.
Trembling, Wei Wuxian props himself up using Qingheng-Jun's chest. He has never done this before. Back at home, Jiang Fengmian had always been the one to take the lead and dictate when Wei Wuxian's pants come off.
Slowly, clumsily, Wei Wuxian begins pushing himself up, up, until he's almost off of Qingheng-Jun's cock, before sitting back down. Qingheng-Jun is hot, hard, and thick—and Wei Wuxian cannot help the sounds that slip out of his mouth when he gets to fill himself again and again with his cock.
Qingheng-Jun's face remains impassive. He doesn't look at all impressed or moved by the boy bouncing on his cock—if anything, he looks bored.
Wei Wuxian's hips move without direction or rhythm. Every time he fills himself back up with Qingheng-Jun's cock, he can't help grinding his clit against Qingheng-Jun's skin for a bit. It feels very good and leaves him breathy.
"Sect Leader," Wei Wuxian moans, gazing at Qingheng-Jun with heavy-lidded eyes. "Sect Leader, oh."
Qingheng-Jun's face doesn't change, but his cock jerks with interest inside of Wei Wuxian.
Ah.
So that's it.
Shyly, Wei Wuxian leans forward until he's sprawled on Qingheng-Jun's chest, his thin hips still trying to push back onto the cock inside of him.
Then, as gentle as a kitten, Wei Wuxian lifts his head and meekly kisses Qingheng-Jun on the lips. "Sect Leader," he whines against Qingheng-Jun's lips. "Xianxian is so tired… please, can Sect Leader fuck Xianxian? Xianxian's legs cannot—"
Without warning, Qingheng-Jun thrusts up, and deeply. He fills Wei Wuxian's cunt completely, almost stretching it to the point of pain.
"Hnngh!" Wei Wuxian's mouth falls open without warning as a ragged moan escapes him. "Ah! Oh! That hurt! Sect Leader—"
Qingheng-Jun grabs him by the back of his neck and crushes their mouths together. Their kiss is anything but gentle or loving, with Qingheng-Jun kissing, biting, and sucking as if Wei Wuxian's mouth is something to be plundered and ravished.
Wei Wuxian's squeal is half-muffled when Qingheng-Jun flips them over. His own body is so small that Qingheng-Jun could crush him easily. He sobs with Qingheng-Jun's tongue in his mouth as Qingheng-Jun hooks his arms under Wei Wuxian's knees and pulls his legs apart.
There is nothing dignified in the way Qingheng-Jun fucks him, nothing restrained in the way their bodies smack together like animals in heat, feral and frantic. There are no rules or mantras here—only Wei Wuxian's high-pitched shrieks and pleas.
"Aaaah!" Wei Wuxian wails, throwing his head back as another thrust nearly breaks his waist. "Too deep! T-too deep! You're going to break Xianxian! Ah!" He squeaks when he feels the tip of Qingheng-Jun's cock kiss the entrance to his womb.
Qingheng-Jun doesn't slow down—if anything, he speeds up. The bed frame rattles violently, slamming against the wall at the same tempo as their fucking.
"Ah, ah!" Wei Wuxian pants helplessly, mouth open, tongue out. He has never been fucked like this before. Back at Lotus Pier, his meetings with Jiang Fengmian were always secretive—quick, frantic, and silent. Here, it is like Qingheng-Jun doesn't care. He is content to let the whole Cloud Recesses know that he has a new fucktoy, and he isn't ashamed of it.
Wei Wuxian comes again with a wailing cry, arching his back off of the bed as his whole body twitches with pleasure. He claws at Qingheng-Jun's shoulders, gasping, tears streaming down his face, as spasms rattle through his being.
Qingheng-Jun kisses his tears away, but he does not stop. Even when Wei Wuxian's orgasm ends and he's shrieking from oversensitivity, Qingheng-Jun does not stop. He continues fucking through Wei Wuxian's pleas to stop and that it hurts; he ravishes Wei Wuxian's neck with his mouth.
"My whore," he snarls with a snap of his hips. Wei Wuxian squeals. "My bed-warmer." He bites down on Wei Wuxian's neck. "And mine to breed."
That last one doesn't register in Wei Wuxian's mind until he hears Qingheng-Jun's breathing change pitch and his thrusts quicken and stutter in a very telling way. "No!" he screams, trying to pull himself out from underneath Qingheng-Jun. "W-wait! Don't! Please! I—I didn't—"
'I didn't mean it' is what he was going to say. Truthfully, he didn't! He'd just said such nonsense because he thought it would make Qingheng-Jun happy and stop the topic of his lack of virginity!
But Qingheng-Jun is not hearing any of it. No matter how much Wei Wuxian begs and threatens and slaps him, Qingheng-Jun is entirely focused on rutting into the soft, open body beneath him. Even unwilling, Wei Wuxian's pussy flutters enticingly around his cock, fertile and waiting.
"I don't want to be pregnant!" Wei Wuxian screams as Qingheng-Jun's thrusts grow deeper and faster. "Pull out! Please! I-I'm too young! I don't want a babyy-yyy!"
With a grunt and two more thrusts, Qingheng-Jun sheathes himself completely inside of Wei Wuxian and releases his seed. Wei Wuxian feels the hot liquid spreading inside his stomach and sobs, pushing and punching at Qingheng-Jun's chest.
Without pulling the slightest bit out, Qingheng-Jun grabs both of Wei Wuxian's wrists in one hand and pins them above his head. Even with hazy, satisfied eyes, he still manages to glare at him.
"You said you're a whore," Qingheng-Jun says. "You told me to give you children."
Despite his anger, Wei Wuxian flushes. "I said that to appease y-you," he snaps in between sniffles. "I thought you would let me go. Now look at what you've d-done. What if I get pregnant? I can't afford a baby…"
Qingheng-Jun looks down at Wei Wuxian's stomach. Now that his cock has softened inside of the boy, the bulge is less prominent. Still, it doesn't take much effort to imagine him round and fat with child.
Qingheng-Jun kisses Wei Wuxian, smothering his hiccups. "I will take responsibility," he promises. "I will not marry you, but I will take you as a mistress."
Wei Wuxian tries to turn away from the kiss. "I don't want to be a mistress!" he protests. "I want to marry and have a proper spouse!"
As a warning, Qingheng-Jun rolls his hips. His cock is still soft, but it would take little effort for him to harden again, and Wei Wuxian knows that.
Wisely, Wei Wuxian quiets down, although his eyes are still dull with disbelief. He sniffles pathetically.
"You should have thought of that before you came into my room and tried to take advantage of me." Qingheng-Jun casually licks and nibbles on Wei Wuxian's ear. "I will feed you, clothe you, shelter you, and fuck you. Be grateful for what you have."
Wei Wuxian whimpers as he feels Qingheng-Jun's cock beginning to harden again. From the sound of it, Qingheng-Jun is unlikely to let him go—especially if it is discovered that Wei Wuxian carries their child in his belly. Jiang Fengmian is going to be massively disappointed, although Yu Ziyuan likely will rejoice at having one less mouth to feed.
Will Jiang Fengmian ever find out what happened to him, Wei Wuxian wonders? Would he even miss Wei Wuxian? Or would he be disgusted now that Wei Wuxian has had his legs spread for another?
So many unknowns. Yet here is something known, something Wei Wuxian can hold onto.
"Th-Thank you, Sect Leader Lan," he whispers as Qingheng-Jun begins thrusting into his still-sensitive pussy again.