Archive of Our Own ^beta

.

.

.

Wei Wuxian hums the frustrating yet unfortunately catchy melody from a grocery chain commercial as he gets ready. Tugging his wig into place, Wei Wuxian uses the video feed from his camera as a mirror.

Hair. Wei Wuxian shakes his head—with a couple of headbangs—to ensure it doesn’t slip off. Check.

Outfit. Wei Wuxian clasps the choker around his neck over his Adam’s apple and straightens the humongous bow on the front of his ample—fake—bosom. He does a twirl, pleased with the way the bottom of the skirt frames his hips and accentuates his long legs. Check.

Makeup. Wei Wuxian inches closer to the camera and nods at the symmetry of his eyeliner, and at the shine of the glitter of his eyeshadow. The shade of his eyeshadow makes his coloured contacts pop  and his mascara is applied neatly on curled eyelashes, enlarging and emphasising his peach blossom eyes. His foundation is smooth, the blush is a soft pink, and his lips a complementary shade of cherry red. He blows himself a kiss in the video and giggles. Check.

Perfection.

Ready to commence his plan.

“Jiang Cheng!” Wei Wuxian hollers, at the volume of someone yelling bloody murder.

His voice drifts over into the living room where Jiang Cheng hurriedly jumps onto his feet, pages falling onto the coffee table as he runs towards the sound of Wei Wuxian’s voice. It was one of their rare days off together but Wei Wuxian had put on a sly and secretive look, opting to stay shut in the streaming room alone. It has been hours since he had done so, hence, while a little disgruntled over being ignored, Jiang Cheng decided to read up on the documents for his upcoming court case. It was all peace and quiet until it was disrupted by Wei Wuxian’s yell.

When Jiang Cheng slams open the door, ready to face the immense danger that made someone like Wei Wuxian scream like a banshee, a harmless plastic package is shot directly at his face like a cannonball. He blinks, long eyelashes brushing against the material, and it slowly slides down his face, plopping onto the floor. Wei Wuxian wears a shit-eating grin and Jiang Cheng notes that he is cosplayed as one of those Sailor Moon girls—maybe Sailor Moon herself?—and his makeup is so thick and immaculate that no one but Jiang Cheng can recognise him.

“Go change, A-Cheng!”

Jiang Cheng slowly closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath, a throb in his temple as he tries to cool his temper. “ Seriously?”

“Yes! Come on! Quick!”

Jiang Cheng sighs, and bends to pick up the package. He squints at the contents within, only able to determine that it is a black dress of some kind, but uncertain of which character he’s supposed to be cosplaying as.

Well, he supposes the mystery is the fun part of indulging in Wei Wuxian’s perverted hobbies.

-

Emerging from the bathroom, Jiang Cheng fiddles with the most troublesome item—the wig. The black blindfold of the character’s costume is half-heartedly draped over his face covering one eye like a pirate— mm , sexy pirate could be a new theme, Wei Wuxian thinks distractedly. 

“Come here,” Wei Wuxian beckons, and Jiang Cheng does, allowing Wei Wuxian to help with the final touches of the costume. 

Jiang Cheng glances around the room before Wei Wuxian secures the blindfold over both of his eyes and instantly blurts, “Hell no.”

When Jiang Cheng agreed to this, he’d expected it to be one of their usual videos they’d record and edit to upload onto their OnlyFans but within the three seconds he managed to capture of the environment, he had spotted the livestream setup and the bottle of lube sitting innocently on the tabletop, as well as the large logo of the video streaming online chatting website Omegle in the middle of the monitor screen. 

“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng hisses, like a cat seeing a predator. “You are not fucking me and broadcasting it live to strangers on fucking Omegle!”

Keyword: live.

While they have indulged in several pay-to-view naughty videos as the main cast themselves, it was always thoroughly edited to erase any evidence of their identities before being uploaded.

“Aw, it’ll be fun,” Wei Wuxian placates, running his hands down Jiang Cheng’s sides, checking the fit before smacking his palms against Jiang Cheng’s perky butt. “ Ooh , no underwear. Sexy.”

“ You didn’t give me a pair,” Jiang Cheng snarls, the latex of the costume sticking to his skin and he carefully peels it away from his ass. “My boxers are too long for this dress.”

The dress is obscenely short. One wrong movement and Jiang Cheng will surely be flashing his entire ass and dick to the world. Thankfully he isn’t wearing this outdoors, not that being on livestream if Wei Wuxian’s plans are to commence is any better. Wei Wuxian spins him around, humming as he looks him up and down, accessing the whole outfit. The blindfold isn’t completely opaque so Jiang Cheng can still see, but his vision is blurred from the lace and fabric, additionally covered by the bangs of the wig falling over one of his eyes. Jiang Cheng hates and loves the heat of Wei Wuxian’s gaze on his body and he squirms, fingers fidgeting with the top of the similarly black thigh high stockings.

Fine. It’s making him horny, okay?

Sue him.

Even dressed as a fucking magical school girl, Wei Wuxian is hot , and yes, Jiang Cheng may be biased but it’s true—! Ahem . Jiang Cheng is also highly versed with the things Wei Wuxian can do with his tongue, his fingers, his cock—

So yeah, he wants to be fucked. Right now.

But not live on camera.

God, no.

He’s not that much of an exhibitionist. Also, there has to be legal complications if they get caught.

Jiang Cheng will die if he has to face a colleague in court because of this. He will murder Wei Wuxian before killing himself, he swears.

“Are you done staring?”

Does he sound impatient? He hopes not. Wei Wuxian doesn’t need a bigger head than he already has, and if Jiang Cheng wants to convince Wei Wuxian to abandon his nonsensical idea of live streaming them having sex on Omegle , he’s going to need to have the upper hand. 

“I’m thinking.” Wei Wuxin has the most adorable pout as he taps his finger on his chin.

“I hope it’s about not live streaming .” 

“Nope!”

Dammit. Wei Wuxian is fixed on his idea. 

Jiang Cheng resigns himself to his fate. At least the blindfold will hide his identity. He hopes it’s going to be enough.

“Panties,” Wei Wuxian mutters. “Yeah. I want panties.”

“Um.”

Wei Wuxian turns around and runs to the drawers on the other side of the room, where they keep most of their more adventurous toys, rummaging through it until he finds a white lacy pair of underwear. He throws it at Jiang Cheng, who doesn’t react until the panties are right in front of his nose.

Right. The blindfold.

“Why?” Jiang Cheng asks, but as always, compliant with Wei Wuxian’s demands, he bends and slips his legs through the respective gaps before pulling the panties up and under the dress, adjusting it until his dick is tucked away neatly. It’s slightly more comfortable with the small piece of fabric between his skin and the latex but the lace often makes him itch, so he’s not sure which is better to be honest. “It’s just going to come off.”

Wei Wuxian walks up to him with a shake of his head until they are nearly standing toe to toe and tuts, his finger wagging in the air from side to side, as though looking down on Jiang Cheng’s imagination. All of his gestures are exaggerated, making up for Jiang Cheng’s limited visibility. Rude. Jiang Cheng takes offence for that and he rightfully tells Wei Wuxian so.

Wei Wuxian raises both hands in the air in surrender. He then hooks two of his fingers and moves them to the side, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Oh.

Well .

Alright.

Jiang Cheng straightens his back and folds his arms across his chest, the D-cup fake boobs—the largest he’s been given thus far and it’s almost spilling out of the window in the dress—throws him off for a moment but he is quick to adapt. He taps his fingers on the back of his arms and says, “So, how are we doing this?”

Wei Wuxian grins, annoyingly wide, and exclaims happily, whilst clapping his hands together, “I knew you’d warm up to the idea!”

No. Jiang Cheng really didn’t. He’s just accepted his fate. Albeit without much resistance.

(Maybe he really is that much of an exhibitionist. They did say birds of the same feather flock together.)

He will still kill Wei Wuxian if they get caught though.

“Hold on, let me put some makeup on you.”

Jiang Cheng groans, but he lets Wei Wuxian pull him towards the gaming chair in front of the table. His blindfold is pulled out of place—seriously, why did they fix it beforehand—and Wei Wuxian is in front of him with a whole box of makeup. Still, it doesn’t take long, for Wei Wuxian is an expert at the task, and Jiang Cheng is transformed into the fictional character he’s dressed up as. He blinks rapidly, letting his eyes get adjusted to the coloured contacts— why he needed them, Jiang Cheng doesn’t know—and the blindfold is returned to his face, a knot on the back of his head securing it in position.

“Up you go,” Wei Wuxian commands, and Jiang Cheng wonders if it’s too late for him to go back to the documents that he was reviewing before this whole shitshow. The click of the lube bottle’s cap catches his attention and Jiang Cheng is manoeuvred into leaning over the table, his half-covered ass—seriously, the dress was that short—on full display for Wei Wuxian to fondle.

And fondle Wei Wuxian does, until Jiang Cheng snaps at him to touch him properly or he’s going to bite his dick off the moment he gets his mouth on it.

Wei Wuxian gasps dramatically like a lady clutching her pearls at the vulgarities and whines, “Mean! I just wanted to appreciate your butt, it’s so cute! And perfect!”

Jiang Cheng growls.

Wei Wuxian obediently pushes Jiang Cheng’s lacy panties to the side to reveal the small pink pucker and spreads the lube he had warmed up between his fingers over the rim. He doesn’t do much from there, circling his finger around Jiang Cheng’s rim over and over, until Jiang Cheng worries he’s about to be rubbed raw. But the effect is certain, as Jiang Cheng’s cock slowly rises to attention, his body anticipating the pleasure that is sure to come. Wei Wuxian shifts behind him, the rustling of his clothes the only sound other than their breaths, heavy from lust. 

When Wei Wuxian finally slips his index finger in—after Jiang Cheng issues another threat to his manhood—he drapes himself over Jiang Cheng’s back, fake boobs pressing down and kisses the crown of Jiang Cheng’s head—which he barely feels due to the thickness of the wig. Jiang Cheng tilts his head to the side, curling his hand to grab one of Wei Wuxian’s dastardly long twin-tails, about to pull him down for a proper kiss but Wei Wuxian chuckles and denies him.

“Careful. It took me forever to get this wig on right.”

“Is that your priority right now?”

“Of course not!” Two fingers. “But we haven’t even gotten this show on the road, we can’t just ruin our outfits right now!”

Jiang Cheng groans—both out of pleasure and discontent—and slams his forehead on the desk, slightly missing the corner of the keyboard. 

He doesn’t want a show. He prefers a no-show .

Despite the annoyance and frustration that makes up the entity known as Wei Wuxian—who Jiang Cheng unfortunately loves greatly—he does magic with his fingers. With only two digits, he has Jiang Cheng squirming and spreading his legs wider like a common whore for easier access, playing him like a fiddle. 

“More, more ,” Jiang Cheng pleads, but that little fucker ignores him, humming that annoying commercial melody and uses the hand that isn’t bringing Jiang Cheng to heaven to tinker with the computer. 

Great . 

Now Jiang Cheng can’t help but think of how prices are supposedly lower at this grocery chain when all he wants is for Wei Wuxian to hurry the fuck up and either add more fingers or ram his cock up his ass.

The click of the mouse and tapping on the keyboard as Wei Wuxian multitasks irate Jiang Cheng. He deserves Wei Wuxian’s full attention. Also, Wei Wuxian needs to give him an orgasm right now and stop with the fucking tease—he’s been keeping at two fingers despite Jiang Cheng being more than sufficiently stretched for three or even something bigger—aka a dick. Jiang Cheng moves his left leg, pressing against the bulge under Wei Wuxian’s skirt and smirks when Wei Wuxian’s fingers lose their rhythm.

“Bǎobèi…” Wei Wuxian warns, his voice deep, a sharp contrast from the cheery humming earlier.

Jiang Cheng ignores his warning, moving his leg, continuing to rub at the bulge, relishing in the heat and licks his lips at the memories of being fucked open by it. Mm.

Wei Wuxian made a sharp intake of breath and Jiang Cheng had a sudden hopeful thought. Maybe if he riled Wei Wuxian up enough that he loses control, he’d forget all about the livestream and simply rut into Jiang Cheng like they’re animals. Mm, sounds good. So Jiang Cheng moves his hand, blindly grabbing onto Wei Wuxian’s hip, dragging his fingers down—

Wei Wuxian taps loudly on the keyboard with an ‘aha!’ and in that split second, Jiang Cheng is sufficiently distracted from his mission. Wei Wuxian takes advantage of that gap in attention and hooks his fingers, grinding them against Jiang Cheng’s prostate in retaliation. Jiang Cheng’s breath hitches, a strangled moan rises up his throat from the unanticipated spike in pleasure, only to hear the same but much higher pitched moan echoing back through the speakers.

Curious.

Jiang Cheng lifts his head towards the monitor. He cannot see much of anything through the blindfold, only some blurred images on the screen—hang on, is that him ? He had somewhat expected to find a porno on the screen, thinking that Wei Wuxian had lost his marbles and decided to pull up one such video. 

“Looks like it works,” Wei Wuxian says, and his words are repeated through the speakers in a higher tone—a female’s vocal range. 

Wei Wuxian moves his hips away from Jiang Cheng’s reach and closes a few windows on the screen. The voice changer. A loopback test.

Fuck.

Wei Wuxian is not distracted from his original plan at all.

“ Nn—ugh,” Jiang Cheng groans, dropping his forehead back onto the table. Wei Wuxian’s nimble fingers prod mercilessly against his prostate. There is a tightening feeling in his lower belly as Jiang Cheng gets close to completion. He grits his teeth, grinding harshly on the pearly whites. Tears well up in his eyes, gathering unto his water-proof mascara layered lashes when he blinks, and they stain the blindfold pressed against his face. The heat pooling in his body increases in intensity, he’s close, just a bit more—

Wei Wuxian feels the trembling of his inner walls, the way they suckled eagerly on his fingers, and swiftly pulls the digits out, leaving Jiang Cheng empty and aching for more.

Fuck.

A whine escapes his lips and he shakes his hips, his entrance opening and closing over nothing, seeking for something to fill him up. They don’t find anything, because Wei Wuxian is being a massive dickhead, but Jiang Cheng’s desperate motions end up rubbing the tip of his hard cock against the edge of the table and— oh, ohh. Jiang Cheng has a new idea. Maybe he can—

“Nope,” Wei Wuxian says with a light slap on Jiang Cheng’s ass, pupils darkening as he gazes at the tantalising mounds. His dick twitches under his skirt, straining against his own panties, but Wei Wuxian remembers his task.

In the next breath, Wei Wuxian hurls his lover back by the hips. Jiang Cheng lets out a shocked ‘woah! ’, flinging his hands in front of him for balance, and he finds himself situated on Wei Wuxian’s sturdy thighs. 

“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng exclaims with indignation, furious that his need for release was denied once more. He puts his arms down and scrunches his nose, flexing his feet and relaxes when he just barely feels the cool tiles of the floor with the tip of his toes. He can’t, however, find any grip due to the silkiness of his stockings. 

“Not yet, A-Cheng. We can’t have the climax before the prologue, right?” Wei Wuxian placates, but it only sounds condescending in Jiang Cheng’s ears. Wei Wuxian uses his legs to roll the chair forwards, trapping Jiang Cheng between himself and the desk. He glances at the monitor screen to check the angle on the video feed. Wei Wuxian leans forwards, pushing Jiang Cheng down with him, earning himself yet another grumble, as he adjusts the camera until the video feed only captures them from waist up. “That’s not how a show works.”

Jiang Cheng grips onto the arm rests of the chair instead of digging his nails into Wei Wuxian’s throat like he wants to and tries to steady his breathing now that the previously fiery feeling in his lower body has subsided into a warm throb. Wei Wuxian rests his chin on Jiang Cheng’s shoulder—a rather difficult feat seeing that they are barely one centimetre different in heights—and continues to scrutinise the video feed for any anomalies before starting the search for a stranger to connect to them, the topic of interest already previously keyed into the website.

“The curtains are rising, Chengcheng,” he whispers into Jiang Cheng’s ear, his breath tickling, engrossed in his theatrics. 

Jiang Cheng immediately goes taut, his jaw tightening as he blinks rapidly under the blindfold, willing the wetness in his eyes away. It’s fine, he’s fine, stimulated but just give him a while and he will cool down, he’s good—

Wei Wuxian, that dastardly little bastard, slips his hand under the table and palms Jiang Cheng’s dick over the short skirt of his dress.

Shit.

The head of Jiang Cheng’s cock strains against the latex, and the lacy band of his panties adds pressure onto the base. Adding Wei Wuxian’s skillful ministrations, the fire that had yet to fully extinguish in his lower belly ignites rapidly, and it takes Jiang Cheng all of his efforts to keep still and silent, for he does not know when they will connect to another living person on the other side of the screen. 

Jiang Cheng grabs Wei Wuxian’s arm with his right hand, trying to hold it in place and stop the pleasurable motions with a shake of his head. He whispers demandingly, “Stop it!”

Jiang Cheng cannot see it, but he can feel the shit-eating grin that Wei Wuxian is wearing and the only reply to his command is a rebellious hand continuing to work at Jiang Cheng’s cock with vigour.

They are in such a risky situation yet all Jiang Cheng can do is focus on keeping his breaths steady. However, Wei Wuxian has no intention to hold back as he lifts the hem of Jiang Cheng’s dress and touches his bare cock directly with his hand. Jiang Cheng unintentionally kicks his feet with a jolt, biting down hard on his bottom lip as he suppresses a moan, pre-cum spilling onto Wei Wuxian’s palm.

“Hi—i—i,” a foreign voice resounded through the speakers.

Jiang Cheng instantly stills, eyes going as wide as saucers underneath his blindfold. Wei Wuxian calmly lifts his gaze and smiles widely at the camera.

“Hello! Nice costume! Boa Hancock?” he asks, as though he isn’t driving Jiang Cheng crazy underneath the table. Jiang Cheng can feel Wei Wuxian’s hardened penis pressed up against his ass and knows he’s not the only one riled up at the moment, but why is it that Wei Wuxian always has the upper hand in these affairs?

“Yea—h. Sailor Moon? So—o mainstream, b—ut, you’re pretty,” the girl says, dragging her words and making small talk. “Ooh, the blindfold is rea—lly cool. Can you see—e?”

She is addressing him.

“Ah.” Jiang Cheng pops his bottom lip out of the jail between his teeth, the slight taste of blood on his tongue. He frantically pinches Wei Wuxian’s arm and replies, short and curt, “not really.”

“Don’t worry!” Wei Wuxian chirpily pipes in, like he did not just flinch from Jiang Cheng’s merciless pinching a second ago. “I’m her eyes today!”

“Oh.” The girl goes quiet and stares at them for a while, as though judging their sitting arrangement. “Are you two—o, like, together?”

“Yup!”

“Uh—huh—“

The connection abruptly cuts off and they’re sent back to the search for another stranger. 

Jiang Cheng barely catches sight of the screen switching to black. He takes advantage of this loss of connection to hiss at Wei Wuxian, “Stop it!”

“But bǎobèi, this is the plot, we can’t just end the show without following the script.”

“Shut up with your stupid show—“

“Yo.” The darkness of the screen blooms into a myriad of colours and a guy pops onto the screen this time, dressed as a—police officer?

“Hello~” Wei Wuxian greets, smiling all pretty and demure while doing nasty things below.

“ Damn , you’re pretty.”

“Thank you~”

“NieR: Automata is my favourite game.”

For some reason, Jiang Cheng’s cosplay keeps garnering attention. Is it the erotism of the blindfold, or just the character, Jiang Cheng does not know. He gulps, dick eagerly twitching in Wei Wuxian’s hand—well, someone’s happy with the constant attention. Jiang Cheng is going to cum if Wei Wuxian keeps this up, and he’s not ready to come on camera in front of a stranger. 

“Oh really?” Wei Wuxian drawls. “What about me? Is Sailor Moon not good enough for you?”

“Uh—“ the guy stutters when Wei Wuxian makes an exaggerated pout, eyes blinking coyly. “You’re also hella pretty.”

Wei Wuxian giggles all high-pitched like a stereotypical dumb blonde and hides his face in Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, pretending to be shy, but he’s really using this time to move down the length of Jiang Cheng’s throbbing cock. Wei Wuxian forms a cup with his palm and plays with Jiang Cheng’s sensitive balls for a few heartbeats, before squeezing his hand between Jiang Cheng’s thighs, deft fingers finding his swollen rim. Jiang Cheng hurriedly lifts his hand to cover his mouth, his bottom lip thoroughly abused from constant biting, draws blood, and he muffles the moans that manage to escape with his palm. Wei Wuxian tightens his hold around Jiang Cheng’s waist with his free arm to help Jiang Cheng remain upright. 

“So you game?” the guy continues with the conversation, seemingly oblivious to their actions. Wei Wuxian peeks at the screen and sees Jiang Cheng desperately trying to hide his flushed face and chest-heaving breaths, though the up-down movement of his fake racks easily give him away. 

“Mhm,” Wei Wuxian replies distractedly. His fingers try to find entry past the previously stretched open ring of muscles, but find themselves thwarted by the bad angle, only able to push one finger in up to the first joint. Wei Wuxian ‘ tsks’ under his breath at the failure of his mission and nudges Jiang Cheng’s inner thigh with the back of his hand, silently instructing him to spread them open. 

It takes Jiang Cheng a few seconds to comply with his instructions, during which the stranger is rattling off a couple of game titles that he finds interesting. His voice is fuzzy to Jiang Cheng’s ears, like a bee buzzing in the background. Jiang Cheng carefully shifts his weight to lean back into Wei Wuxian’s chest, the fake boobs a soft cushion against his spine, to carefully hook his legs on the outside of Wei Wuxian’s thighs and slowly moves them to the side. He removes his hand from his mouth to expose shiny, slick, bitten-swollen lips, and uses the arm rests to balance himself, all the while shuddering as he breathes, stimulated to the point of no return.

It’s lewd.

And the stranger definitely thinks the same, despite not knowing what is going on off camera, as his monologue comes to a halt. Wei Wuxian purses his lips in slight annoyance, as he watches the stranger’s enthralled gaze stuck on Jiang Cheng’s sensually flushed face. 

Hm.

Wei Wuxian opens his legs as well, spreading Jiang Cheng’s legs wider, until even the tips of Jiang Cheng’s toes no longer reach the floor. This change in position hikes Jiang Cheng further up his lap, and Wei Wuxian is in full control. His own erection is smothered by the succulent mounds of Jiang Cheng’s ass but Wei Wuxian ignores his own pleasure. In a move that exudes dominance, Wei Wuxian brings his hand back between Jiang Cheng’s legs, now much easier to access, and ignores Jiang Cheng’s weeping cock standing at attention. Instead, he follows the edges of Jiang Cheng’s lacy panties before hooking it further towards the side. Unlike before, where he moved slowly, gently and teasingly while prepping Jiang Cheng open, Wei Wuxian wastes no time to roughly sink two fingers deep past the pliant ring of muscles.

It’s a move so bold, one that could easily expose them, but Wei Wuxian did not care. Perhaps it was his innate possessive nature, to show that Jiang Cheng belonged to him, and only him, regardless of whether the other party would be aware of his intentions. 

Taken by total surprise, Jiang Cheng is unable to prevent his body’s natural reactions. His back forms an arch and his head falls back onto Wei Wuxian’s shoulder. His knuckles are white from his death grip on the arm rests, and pre-cum drips down the length of his cock as his mouth opens in a silent scream—his voice the only thing he barely manages to keep under control.

Wei Wuxian keeps an eye on Jiang Cheng, feeling a sick sense of satisfaction, and the other on the stranger on the screen. The man is blushing from his neck-up, as though putting the dots together. Wei Wuxian calmly speaks, as though nothing is amiss, “Who are you cosplaying?”

Wei Wuxian plunges his fingers in and out of Jiang Cheng, rubbing against the soft and pliant walls, and prodding against his prostate, all the while his thumb circles the swollen and sensitive rim. Jiang Cheng trembles uncontrollably on his lap, his once heavy but steady breathing now unstable; a sharp intake here, stop, a long shaky exhale there.

“Uh—“ the guy struggles to formulate an answer, eyes fixated on Jiang Cheng.

The vibrations of Jiang Cheng’s body is captured clear as day on the camera, and is reflected accordingly on the live stream, only adding to the captivation.

“Are you—?“ he squeaks, face now bright tomato-red and Wei Wuxian wonders if he's near passing out.

“Hm?” Wei Wuxian continues coolly, adding a third finger. “What are you saying?”

Jiang Cheng cannot think. He sees nothing, and he’s not talking about the blindfold, but his vision is practically white, like taking a flashbang in the middle of a dark room. It takes all of his efforts to hold back his orgasm and he isn’t even aware of whether his moans are silent or as loud as a rock concert. He’s tethering at the edge with each graze of Wei Wuxian’s fingers against his prostate, his cock is leaking so much, he’s so fucking wet , and he wants—he needs—he wants to cum so fucking badly . But they are in the middle of a video chat with a stranger and he can’t, he knows he cannot, Jiang Cheng swears he can’t—

Wei Wuxian is talking by his ear. Jiang Cheng cannot hear what he’s saying, words are beyond his comprehension now. Wei Wuxian must know—surely he must—how close Jiang Cheng is to exploding. 

But Wei Wuxian, the absolute madman, keeps going .

He is relentless, he neither stops or slows down, and Jiang Cheng’s sanity is hanging by a thin, fraying thread.

With a burst of energy Jiang Cheng did not know he still had, he twists his body towards Wei Wuxian and tucks his face into Wei Wuxian’s neck. It’s an awkward position, his body feels like a pretzel with the way he’s contorting himself, but he cannot keep his face out in the open anymore, not when he cannot contain himself. However, the scent of Wei Wuxian pressed directly against his nose only serves to heighten his arousal. 

Wei Wuxian hears the huffs and moans that Jiang Cheng can no longer keep silent against his neck and finally slows down his assault, running his free hand up and down Jiang Cheng’s side in a soothing motion. “Sorry,” he says towards the camera, “I think my friend is sick.”

“Uh—“ the guy repeats blankly like a goldfish, his jaw hanging open. 

Luckily, the mouse is within reach and Wei Wuxian quickly clicks on the left button, exiting the conversation. The stranger’s video feed goes black and the rotating circle in the middle signals the search for the next stranger to connect. 

“Chengcheng,” Wei Wuxian whispers, pushing Jiang Cheng upright so that he’s not hurting himself. His fingers speed up, resuming the brutal pace from before, and Jiang Cheng scrunches his face, shaking his head left and right. “It’s okay, you can cum.”

“No…” Jiang Cheng whimpers, choking on air as he struggles to breathe.

“There’s no one, I promise.”

Wei Wuxian checks the screen. 

Still searching.

Wei Wuxian chews on the inside of his mouth, quickly making a decision. Ensuring that Jiang Cheng is leaning comfortably on his body, Wei Wuxian removes the arm holding the other in place and takes hold of his leaking cock, matching the strokes to the pace of his fingers plunging in and out of Jiang Cheng’s slick hole. Jiang Cheng jerks from the intense stimulation from both ends, the heels of his feet banging against Wei Wuxian’s calves as he thrashes. He whimpers non-stop, tears streak down his cheeks—the blindfold unable to catch and absorb them all—before finally coming to a still. With his body as tense as a tightly drawn bowstring, Jiang Cheng finds his long-awaited release, cum violently shooting out and spraying onto the underside of the table. 

Wei Wuxian quickly checks the screen once more, his heart thumping from the adrenaline. Luckily, it has yet to enter into another connection with someone else. 

Jiang Cheng is in a haze. Wei Wuxian is talking to him. Not to the screen, but to him. Cum? No. No, not on camera, not in front of a stranger. He’s so fucking close though. Wei Wuxian’s fingers speed up. No. Stop. Jiang Cheng scrunches his face, shaking his head left and right to tell Wei Wuxian to stop. No one? Really? Maybe he can? The weight over his stomach lifts and suddenly there’s a hand on his cock. It is too much, the denial and withholding of his climax has Jiang Cheng way too sensitive, tears spring into his eyes and he’s crying , teardrops flowing past his blindfold and down his cheeks. The stimulation of both front and back overwhelms him completely and Jiang Cheng feels it coming, like a tidal wave, Jiang Cheng is helpless towards it. His body thrashes and eventually, he goes taut, release finally found. 

Jiang Cheng pants, his forehead sticky from sweat, and the bangs of his wig stick uncomfortably to it, much like his blindfold—most undesirable. His mind slowly comes back to life. 

Did he just—?

Jiang Cheng jolts upright, hands gripping onto the edge of the table, wincing as Wei Wuxian’s fingers slip out of his sensitive hole, and leans forwards, squinting at the screen. 

“No way,” he says, his voice hoarse. “I didn’t—“

“I closed it. There wasn’t anyone, don’t worry,” Wei Wuxian assures him. “There still isn’t.”

Oh thank god. Jiang Cheng sighs out of relief and lets himself fall back against Wei Wuxian’s chest—twin mounds against his sticky exposed back. The design of this outfit is certainly questionable, with windows on the front and the back, but hey, Jiang Cheng didn’t design it.

Hm? What do they have here? 

Jiang Cheng shifts his weight from side to side. 

Wei Wuxian grunts, hands squeezing the sides of Jiang Cheng’s waist in warning. “Hey. Hands off—uh—”

Unlike Jiang Cheng, whose cock is now satiated and laying limply against his thigh, Wei Wuxian’s is still hard as a rock, having not yet found his release. Jiang Cheng feels the bulge underneath his butt and hums, tired but in a teasing mood, still shining from the afterglow, he rolls his hips a little, making sure to rub over the hard length. 

“I’m not using my hands though?”

“You know what I me—“

Rustling coming from the speakers interrupts them.

A new connection.

“Wow!” Comes a burst of exclamations from several excited teenagers.

Jiang Cheng gasps upon hearing the youthful voices. Surely this website isn’t for children?! 

“Your costumes are so pretty!” The group babble, shouting over one another. A most random shout is briefly overheard from the chaos. “ Damn ! Boobies!”

“Um—“ Wei Wuxian stammers flabbergasted, grabbing the mouse to quickly end the connection. When the screen goes black and they are returned to the search, Wei Wuxian remarks, eyes blinking blankly, “What the fuck?”

“Oh my god, we could have been arrested .”

By who? Wei Wuxian?

The panic makes both of them forget about their respective professional occupations. The screen connects once more and suddenly they—or rather, Wei Wuxian—are blasted to the sight of an erection.

“JESUS!” Wei Wuxian yelps and he spams the button on the mouse to quickly end the connection. The whiplash of emotions within the last few minutes sends Wei Wuxian into a laughing fit, wrapping his arms around Jiang Cheng’s waist and curling until his face is pressed against Jiang Cheng’s exposed back. 

“Who was it?” Jiang Cheng asks, calming down after remembering that they had done nothing to be concerned about during the brief connection to the group of teenagers.

“Penis.”

Jiang Cheng wrinkles his nose. “Now’s not the time—“

“No seriously, someone had the camera aimed at their penis. It wasn’t even a good one.”

“They do that here?”

“Plenty of perverts.”

“Like yourself.”

“You liked it.”

Jiang Cheng clicks his tongue and twists around to snarl venomously. “I did not !”

“Really?” The glint in Wei Wuxian’s eyes is dangerous. “Just so you know…” he says slowly, sultrily, “the show isn’t over just yet.”

Wei Wuxian taps on Jiang Cheng’s lower back until Jiang Cheng cautiously slides down his thighs, his belly almost touching the edge of the table. Curious, Jiang Cheng looks over his shoulder to see Wei Wuxian lifting the hem of his skirt, and pulling his dick out of his panties. Jiang Cheng instantly shakes his head, predicting Wei Wuxian’s future actions.

“No way. No way. ” He turns back to the screen and leans forwards, squinting to make sure no one is connected yet. He drops his voice into a whisper and hisses, “I just came!”

Wei Wuxian hums that annoying commercial melody again, grabbing the bottle of lube off the table and slicking his length up with the substance. “What’s a show without the climax?”

“The climax is done! The climax happened! Just then! Right here!”

Whilst Jiang Cheng adamantly refuses vocally, his body obediently allows Wei Wuxian to manhandle him onto his tip-toes, cautious of his silky thigh-high stockings, feet wide apart—any further and he’ll probably end up in a full split—and half-bent over the tabletop, with his elbows supporting him on the surface of the desk. The position is most awkward and he doesn’t think he can hold it for long. His ass is coincidentally—or purposefully—in just the right position to hover over Wei Wuxian’s cock. 

“Wei Wuxian! Seriously, don’t—“

Lady Luck appears to be on their side, as the live online chatting website has yet to find a suitable partner for them and they are still blessed with solitariness.

Wei Wuxian runs his lube-covered hands over Jiang Cheng’s perky mounds—how can he resist when it is right in front of his face—pulling the strap of the lacy panties and letting it rebound onto his skin. Jiang Cheng hisses at the contact, feeling as though he had just received a slap on the ass. Wei Wuxian notes that their alone time won't last forever, and stops his teasing to align the tip of his length to kiss the entrance of the small ring of muscles. The little bud reacts to the touch immediately, clenching readily, eager to swallow him to the hilt.

Pretty. His gorgeous and lovely Jiang Cheng. All for him.

Wei Wuxian slowly presses in, pupils blown as he watches the ring of muscles envelope the fat head, allowing him entry with a soft pop. He flexes his hands around Jiang Cheng’s waist and uses them as leverage to hold Jiang Cheng’s body firmly, lowering him gradually onto his length. Even though it is so easy for him to just let gravity do its job, Wei Wuxian never wants to hurt his bǎobèi, so despite his primal urges, he takes it slow—the soft, warm and pliant inner walls eagerly sucking around him. 

Jiang Cheng’s mouth forms an ‘o’, his eyes squeezed shut behind the blindfold, as he tries to maintain his balance, the muscles in his thighs trembling from over exertion—his position truly was for the devil; hovering in an air squat on his tiptoes whilst being skewered in the ass torturously slow, even with Wei Wuxian’s support, he could feel his hamstrings—one of many parts of his entire body— burning . However, despite all the discomfort, Jiang Cheng’s cock twitches to life, preparing for another round of pleasure no matter whether he wants to or not. Wei Wuxian peppers kisses onto the exposed area of Jiang Cheng’s back, where there is a window in the costume, right below his shoulder blades. He murmurs praises into Jiang Cheng’s skin, relishing in the taste on his lips. 

When Jiang Cheng is finally once more seated on his lap, Wei Wuxian’s length fully engulfed and pulsing within, he moves his lips to the back of Jiang Cheng’s nape, mouthing at the high collar of the dress. A flaw. If only Wei Wuxian had access to that milky white skin so he could mark him up with hickeys to establish his claim. 

Alas, nothing is perfect.

Perfection is when Jiang Cheng is as bare as a newborn.

“Hello,” a bored drawl comes out of the speakers, followed by the chewing of bubblegum.

Wei Wuxian lifts his eyes to look at the new stranger on the screen, lips still attached to Jiang Cheng and thus, unable to respond. They’re young, but not too young, in a bright yellow wig and a comically huge headset. One of the Vocaloids? 

“Hello,” Jiang Cheng, a little dazed and head tilting to the side, replies on Wei Wuxian’s behalf. It comes out so breathily, almost like a sigh. Somehow, it has a sexy tinge to it.

“Do you know Vocaloids?” The stranger asks, reminding Wei Wuxian of a certain South Korean group—did it not become a popular meme? 

“I know of them,” Wei Wuxian answers this time, splaying his right hand over Jiang Cheng’s lower abdomen, above the womb tattoo that is hidden underneath his dress, stroking his thumb at the edges of the design. If he focuses hard enough, he imagines he can feel the shape of his cock under his palm. Only after he is certain that Jiang Cheng is well adjusted does he start to move his hips, starting with very shallow thrusts upwards. The motions are negligible to one’s eye, especially over the screen, but to Jiang Cheng’s already oversensitive body, it is like a thunderbolt to the nerves. A moan accidentally captured by the microphone is luckily covered up by Wei Wuxian’s words. “Do you know Sailor Moon?”

“Duh.” They pop a bubblegum, sounding bored out of their minds. Jiang Cheng’s stomach contracts underneath his hand as Wei Wuxian grinds painstakingly slowly against his insides. “Who doesn’t?”

They aren’t even looking at the screen, seemingly browsing something else. This encourages Wei Wuxian to be bolder. His left hand trails downwards, running up and down Jiang Cheng’s inner thigh, eliciting a shiver from his lover, clenching his hands so tightly around the arm rests that his knuckles are snow white. Annoyed by how the skirt of Jiang Cheng’s dress is getting in the way, Wei Wuxian haphazardly grabs the fabric with his fist and bunches it around Jiang Cheng’s hips. This exposes the glistening red head of Jiang Cheng’s neglected cock, and Wei Wuxian licks his lips at the charming view. He peeks at the video feed to make sure that they still appear decent on camera, and apart from the erotic appearance of Jiang Cheng’s post-orgasm and overstimulated face, Wei Wuxian would say that they are barely passable—by that being, no private parts are identified on camera.

Wei Wuxian massages the head first, little touches and rubs, and Jiang Cheng keens, softly under his breath. Wei Wuxian matches his touches to the pace of his thrusts. The stranger doesn’t even seem to notice the unusually awkward silence, too engrossed in their other activities to care about the two strangers they happened to match with on an online chatting site. Wei Wuxian doesn’t bother to strike a conversation either, sliding his right hand up past Jiang Cheng’s fake D-cups and grabbing onto his chin, tilting his head to kiss up Jiang Cheng’s jawline, working on a hickey.

The lull in conversation is serene. Only the sounds of Wei Wuxian sucking and biting into Jiang Cheng’s skin can be heard by the two, too soft to be captured by the microphone. A red mark the shape of his lips blossoms quickly on fair skin, and Wei Wuxian growls silently, picking up the speed of his thrusts. His fingers don’t lose their pace either, stroking up and down Jiang Cheng’s cock, and they almost forget that they are still in the presence of a stranger. 

“Oh you’re still here?” The stranger remarks out of the blue. The sound of them smacking the bubble formed by their bubblegum snaps Wei Wuxian back to his senses. “ Sheesh , I guess you were too busy making out with your girlfriend. That’s cool and all but maybe do it in the bedroom or something next time, just saying.”

The connection cuts there and they are sent back on the hunt for another.

Jiang Cheng stiffens belatedly, reaction delayed by the pleasure, and involuntarily tightens around Wei Wuxian. He hears and feels the rumble from Wei Wuxian’s groan against his back but he ignores it. All he could hear in his mind were the words of the last stranger.

“W—what did they say?” Jiang Cheng asks with a slight stutter, panic rising. “Did t—they see—?”

“Ah, A-Cheng, too tight,” Wei Wuxian hisses, patting his hands against Jiang Cheng’s sides. “No, they just saw me giving you a hickey.”

“You’re sure ?”

“You can’t see anything on camera.” 

Jiang Cheng finds it hard to relax, despite Wei Wuxian’s calming gestures. “You’re sure ?” he repeats.

“Chengcheng, trust me,” Wei Wuxian says, a little strangled, because Jiang Cheng is still so fucking tight around his length. 

Jiang Cheng twists his lips, his heart that was racing at the speed of light slows—still fast, but at a reasonable rate—and his body gradually relaxes. Being blindfolded really elevated his fear, he would have no idea if they were to ever get caught. He is simply at the mercy of Wei Wuxian’s words, but he trusts Wei Wuxian.

He always had, and always will.

“Relax.”

Jiang Cheng blows out a breath. The part of the monitor where a stranger would be is still dark, so he knows they have yet to connect to someone else. As he softens his tensed body, he sinks into Wei Wuxian’s lap like jelly, the hard cock in his ass an anomaly to his jelly-like state. Wei Wuxian chuckles and rolls his hips, regaining the pace that he had set before the interruption. Jiang Cheng leans on Wei Wuxian’s chest, and gives himself to the other.

Unbeknownst to Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian takes his invitation as a challenge, and instead of maintaining the status co, decided to turn it up a notch. He fixes his hold on Jiang Cheng’s waist, grabbing more firmly, manhandling Jiang Cheng upright so that he’s not languidly resting against him. Jiang Cheng barely makes a sound expressing his confusion before he finds himself being lifted up, until only the tip of Wei Wuxian’s cock remains sheathed. Jiang Cheng gasps, his eyes widening under the blindfold and hastily grabs the edge of the table. He can’t reach the floor, not even with the tips of his toes, not in this position, so all that is holding him up is his grip on the table and Wei Wuxian’s arms. 

“Wait—“

Wei Wuxian merely hums in reply like it is an everyday affair. 

“Let me do—“

Jiang Cheng’s words are lost in his throat as Wei Wuxian, that little fucker, slams Jiang Cheng back down onto his dick, hitting all the way, deep . Jiang Cheng chokes on air, as he’s lifted, filled, and lifted again—once, twice, thrice, until he loses count. 

“Ah— wait— ah!— the connect—“

“It’s still searching, trust me,” Wei Wuxian pants, a great amount of energy and strength being exerted for this series of motion. After all, as a grown man, Jiang Cheng is by no means light . His face is flushed and there’s a villainous glee in his expression. 

“ Ack !” 

Each thrust kicks the air out of Jiang Cheng’s lungs and his eyes start to roll to the back of his head, his tongue lolling out of his gaping mouth as his prostate is assaulted non-stop. Jiang Cheng swears he can feel the head of Wei Wuxian’s dick all the way in his stomach . His own neglected cock bounces up and down from the vigorous motions, pre-cum once again pearling at the tip. It hasn’t been long since Wei Wuxian made him cum on his fingers but Jiang Cheng thinks he might be getting close again.

Jiang Cheng no longer holds his moans back, letting them bounce off the walls of the room. They increase in frequency and volume as he is brought closer and closer to climax. Just when he thinks he’s going to get it, Wei Wuxian drops him one last time and everything comes to a stop . 

“ Hng ?!” Jiang Cheng vocalises before realising that Wei Wuxian is greeting their new conversation partner with a smile—his makeup and outfit still immaculate, albeit flushed, unlike Jiang Cheng who is sure he looks absolutely debauched. 

Fuck.  

Is this some kind of trend?

Denied. Again.

Embarrassed, Jiang Cheng bends over, Wei Wuxian’s cock halfway slipping out of him, and hides his face within his arms on the table. With shaky fingers, he discreetly wipes the thin line of drool off his chin and prays he can pass as presentable. Who is he kidding, there is no way he can. 

“Lesbians?” Jiang Cheng hears a gruff voice come out of the speakers.

Wei Wuxian tilts his head to the side and giggles. Shit . Just his luck, now that Wei Wuxian isn’t buried to the hilt, the tip of his cock is pressing just right against Jiang Cheng’s prostate and the vibrations only offer to stimulate Jiang Cheng further. He bites into the sleeve of his dress to muffle the whimpers. The microphone is so close to him in this position, he cannot let his guard down. 

“No, but we can be if you want.”

Wei Wuxian runs a soothing hand down Jiang Cheng’s exposed back. His bǎobèi is working so hard for him. God, Wei Wuxian loves him. He looks at the screen and observes the man on the other side. The stranger has his full attention on them, seemingly looking normal, but Wei Wuxian spots it—the vibrations of his right arm.

Heh. This guy is jerking off.

There is no need to be so secretive if that’s the case. The highlight has finally arrived.

Wei Wuxian leans forwards, rubbing his fake boobs over Jiang Cheng’s back and whispers into his ear, “Lift your head, bǎobèi. We have an audience.”

However, he doesn’t wait for Jiang Cheng to respond, pulling him up by the arms until Jiang Cheng is facing the camera, back straight and sinking back onto his cock. Jiang Cheng’s skin is glistening from sweat, his lipstick smudged, and lips bitten swollen. Wei Wuxian made him like this. He feels an immense sense of pride. 

“Woah,” the guy exclaims in awe upon the erotic sight. Wei Wuxian sees his arm moving faster and snorts behind Jiang Cheng’s shoulder.

“A-Cheng, remember, quiet,” Wei Wuxian murmurs into his ear and starts to move.

Jiang Cheng feels too exposed. He’s speared onto Wei Wuxian’s cock, his arms locked behind his back in Wei Wuxian’s grip, and he’s sure this strange man is watching them closely, too closely . Wei Wuxian tells him to keep quiet, and that is his only warning before he is once more thrusting into Jiang Cheng’s passage. It’s not as rough and hard as before but he’s still so deep . Every nerve in Jiang Cheng’s body is in euphoria and the knowledge that he’s being watched in this way is unexpectedly exciting. 

“Are you—are you touching her?”

“No—pe,” Wei Wuxian lies smoothly, his voice hitching at the last syllable when he hits the spot just right and Jiang Cheng clamps down onto him. “We can kiss though.”

“Fuck, that’ll be so hot, yes. On the lips.”

Wei Wuxian lifts an eyebrow and rests his chin on Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, eyes coy as he looks up at him through his lashes. “You heard that, bǎobèi? He wants us to kiss.”

Jiang Cheng’s reaction is delayed, unsurprising, and eventually he nods stiltedly. He tilts his head and Wei Wuxian surges up, taking hold of his chin with one hand and captures those bitten-swollen lips with his own. They kiss sloppily, tongues entwined and it’s so messy, so nasty to watch—if anyone did this in front of Wei Wuxian, he’d tell them to get a fucking room—but it’s so, so good. Wei Wuxian swallows Jiang Cheng’s little huffs and moans, keeping it locked for himself to hear. 

After what feels like eons, their lips part, only a thin trail of spit keeping them connected. Resuming the rhythm he broke while kissing Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian releases Jiang Cheng’s chin and slides his hand down, where his weeping cock stands unattended. Wei Wuxian strokes the length, spreading the pre-cum to slick the way, and Jiang Cheng throws his head back, mouth wide open in a silent scream. The arch his body makes pushes his fake boobs towards the camera and the jerking off pervert groans, uttering vulgarities and urging them to strip.

Wei Wuxian ignores the man, focusing on the way Jiang Cheng’s cock pulses in his hand, eager to burst. Jiang Cheng convulses in his lap when Wei Wuxian rolls his hips just right , and he is brought towards the edge.

“Mm—no, I’m— ah— “ Jiang Cheng cries softly, words incoherent as he bites down hard onto his bottom lip to stop his babbling. His teeth draw blood and he can taste the iron but it is the least of his concerns. They are live on camera. Some dude is jerking off to them and Jiang Cheng is about to ejaculate. The rational part of his brain is rejecting everything, but the exhibitionistic side of his brain which he didn’t know was on par with Wei Wuxian’s pervertism was chanting for his release.

To be honest, Wei Wuxian is tethering along the edge himself. He had been withholding his release for a long time, focusing on bringing pleasure to Jiang Cheng and keeping an eye on the screen for the both of them, and his own penis is starting to feel a little painful. He is far more than ready to burst. Wei Wuxian grits his teeth and braces his feet against the floor. He toys with the tip of Jiang Cheng’s dick before releasing it, wrapping both arms around Jiang Cheng’s waist, clasping his arms against his sides so that Jiang Cheng is unable to move them. Wei Wuxian breathes in deep, and exhales through his nose. One, two, and—he thrusts hard and deep, burying his face between Jiang Cheng’s shoulder blades, his groan muffled, and he is coating Jiang Cheng’s insides with his seed. 

Jiang Cheng feels the rush of warmth deep inside him and it is the last straw, tipping him over the edge. His body going taut, his toes curling as he too, succumbs to the pleasure with a silent scream. His vision goes white, and his release is so violent that some of the cum splatters up his chest, staining the black dress white. 

Fuck, he hopes it isn’t visible on camera.

Wei Wuxian is the first to recover his senses, and the screen now depicts the stranger’s penis right up the lens of his shitty webcam. 

Ew . 

Wei Wuxian voices his disgust with a wrinkle of his nose and quickly exits the connection and closes the website, finally closing the curtains on their spectacular show.

They did it. They’ve really done it.

“We did it,” Wei Wuxian voices his thoughts, a little bewildered. Jiang Cheng is unusually tense after his orgasm, most likely self-conscious and unaware that they are now alone, so Wei Wuxian assures him, “Relax Chengcheng, it’s over. I turned it off.”

Upon his words, Jiang Cheng instantly turns into putty in his arms, body twitching from overstimulation whenever Wei Wuxian breathes, as they are still connected in their most intimate places. 

They came live on camera.

Going this far was not in Wei Wuxian’s plans. He had planned to tease Jiang Cheng, and make sure that they were alone when it was time to release, but Jiang Cheng had felt too good then, Wei Wuxian could no longer hold himself back. Also, the mere thought of staking his claim onto Jiang Cheng publically by cumming inside of him with someone as witness was too alluring to refuse.

His half-hard dick twitches at the memory, eager to participate in yet another round, and Jiang Cheng cries out. 

“Sorry,” Wei Wuxian murmurs, wiping at Jiang Cheng’s brow, brushing the stray strands of coarse hair of the wig away from where they were sticking to his forehead. He loosens the blindfold that covered Jiang Cheng’s glazed over and teary eyes and lets the fabric drop, hanging around his neck. “Let me take care of you.”

Wei Wuxian gently rolls the chair away from the table, allowing them enough space to come to a stand, still connected. Jiang Cheng’s legs are quaking tremendously and he’s releasing these hypnotic mewls that only strive to revitalise Wei Wuxian’s Little-Xian faster. Wei Wuxian lays Jiang Cheng face down onto the surface of the table, careful to move the equipment out of the way. The camera, still on, but broadcasting to no one but themselves, shakes and the angle is now changed, unexpectedly catching a nice and clean view of them from the side. Wei Wuxian whistles, taking a few seconds to appreciate the video feed on the monitor. Jiang Cheng furrows his eyebrows at the sound, and turns his head to the side, resting his cheek on the table. 

He feels Wei Wuxian growing inside of him, not yet at full mast, but approaching it. Jiang Cheng croaks, “Seriously?”

Jiang Cheng is about to die. He’s out of energy, fully drained, squeezed dry, his limbs are beyond his control, and he’s probably an inch away from passing out. 

However, he can’t stop the mewls from leaving his lips. The pain and pleasure from overstimulation is overwhelming. 

Wei Wuxian leans down and peppers kisses on Jiang Cheng’s temple. “I’ll let you rest a while.”

Rubbing circles with his thumbs over Jiang Cheng’s hips, Wei Wuxian straightens up and slowly pulls out, agonisingly slow, inch by inch. He’s being careful but Jiang Cheng is already too sensitive, even the slightest movement is like a hit to his prostate, sending him into overdrive. His body, which Jiang Cheng is sure is absolutely no longer able to cum, reacts. 

Wei Wuxian fixes his eyes at their connection, at how red and swollen Jiang Cheng’s puckered ring is as it holds onto Wei Wuxian tightly, as though reluctant to let him pull out. Unable to contain himself, his pupils darkening with lust, Wei Wuxian brings his right hand to thumb at the rim, as he slowly extracts his cock, until the head pops out, leaving the pucker empty and clenching pitifully over nothing but air. The short skirt of Jiang Cheng’s dress that was previously bunched around his hips falls back over his asscheeks, but it is so short that it doesn’t cover anything. Wei Wuxian is still rewarded with full sight of his enticing hole slick from lube and cum. 

Wei Wuxian stands there like an idiot, staring at the hole, as the seed he had released makes its appearance at the entrance, threatening to spill out. Wei Wuxian unconsciously licks his lips. He should help Jiang Cheng to sit down. He should go to the bathroom and bring a wet cloth to clean the both of them up, he should—

The choker of his Sailor Moon cosplay suddenly feels restrictive. Wei Wuxian gulps, his cock fully hardened and standing proudly, the bottom of his skirt unable to hide his erection. 

Jiang Cheng needs to rest.

But—

Wei Wuxian succumbs to his desires, primal instinct taking over and he presses his fingers into Jiang Cheng’s perky butt, hard enough to leave behind marks, and spreads the cheeks. Cum drips out as the hole is stretched. Wei Wuxian lines himself up, prodding the sensitive, swollen pucker with the head, and slides home once more—the path smooth from how nasty and wet it is. 

“ Ah !” Jiang Cheng sobs, squeezing his eyes shut. “Wei Wuxian! You— ah—fuck— beast!” Jiang Cheng feels the air being punched out of his lungs from a particularly hard thrust. “You— aahh— said it’s— ohh— over!”

Wei Wuxian grunts, hips moving rigorously, the voice in his head urging him to ‘breed, come on, breed him’ is at the forefront of his consciousness. “Every good show deserves an encore.”

Jiang Cheng claws uselessly at the table as his knees buckle. Wei Wuxian catches him before he falls and growls animalistically.

This won’t do.

Wei Wuxian pulls out and spins Jiang Cheng around, earning himself a shocked gasp. He then lifts Jiang Cheng until he’s sitting on the table with his stocking-covered thighs on either side of Wei Wuxian’s hip. Jiang Cheng is breathing heavily, his chest heaving and the fake boobs are slightly out of place, making it appear like he has skewed asymmetrical boobs. An absolute mess, Jiang Cheng is. Some of the ends of the short wig stick to the corners of his smudged lips, his eyes dewy and he looks so pitiable that it adds to the allure.

When Wei Wuxian is ensured that Jiang Cheng is not at risk of falling in this position, he slides himself back into the warm cavern and resumes his ravenous assault. Jiang Cheng clings onto Wei Wuxian’s shoulders like his life depends on it. The upper part of his inner thighs not protected by the stockings are chafed from the constant friction, and they hurt. The lace of his panties is digging uncomfortably into his flesh but he feels euphoric . The pain-pleasure has overtaken his senses, only able to hang onto Wei Wuxian for dear life and let himself be taken.

Wei Wuxian crowds around Jiang Cheng, sucking on his lips and swallowing his cries, his palms flat on the table by Jiang Cheng’s butt. The change in angle makes Wei Wuxian’s cock graze over his prostate with each slide. Jiang Cheng shakes, his legs hanging off the table flailing in the air and his fingernails dig into the fabric of Wei Wuxian’s costume. He turns his head, excreting himself from the intense kiss to gasp for air. Wei Wuxian isn’t bothered, turning his attention to Jiang Cheng’s jawline, over the previously formed hickey, and planting wet kisses up to his ear and nipping on his earlobe.

“Slow—!”

Wei Wuxian hums against his skin in acknowledgement but does the opposite, speeding up his thrusts, using his hands on the table to brace himself.

The bottom of the humongous bow on the front of Wei Wuxian’s Sailor Moon cosplay flicks against Jiang Cheng’s dick everytime they move, adding to Jiang Cheng’s pleasure. It’s too much. He can’t handle it. His eyes roll to the back of his head, his body convulses, his fingers lose their grip, his arms drop, and Jiang Cheng finds himself falling—

He is caught before he cracks his head on the monitor behind him. 

“Needy,” he hears Wei Wuxian click his tongue.

He feels hollow when Wei Wuxian pulls out without warning and suddenly Jiang Cheng is in the air—a common theme, it seems—the room is spinning and he finds himself on his knees and upper body draped over the back of the gaming chair. Jiang Cheng takes the opportunity of this brief respite to catch his breath, still high from the almost release. Behind him, Wei Wuxian takes the bottle of lube and pours a generous amount onto the crack of Jiang Cheng’s ass before tossing it onto the floor without a care. The gel is cold and Jiang Cheng flinches, the slick and wetness of it mixed with cum is disturbing, and the squelching sounds it makes when Wei Wuxian rams into his passage, filling the void inside, is utterly obscene.

Jiang Cheng forces himself to keep his thighs steady, even as they are trembling like a newborn fawn. This whole affair is the most intense workout he has ever experienced, and Jiang Cheng is by no means unfit. He hangs his head down to the floor behind the backrest of the chair and pants opened-mouthed, ignoring the drool that drips from his mouth. His moans are almost silent, as his vocal cords are exhausted, and Wei Wuxian’s hands wrap around his slender waist, fingers splayed over his lower abdomen, eliciting a shiver from Jiang Cheng. The area around Jiang Cheng’s tattoo is always highly sensitive, accustomed to react upon touch due to their repeatedly acting on their sexual fantasies revolving around it.

To breed. To be bred.

“I’m close,” Wei Wuxian says above him. “Are you close, A-Cheng?”

Jiang Cheng cannot respond, he’s close—he’s fucking close—he’s been close since the beginning. He just needs something to tip him over the edge. He doesn’t know what, but he desperately needs it. Jiang Cheng shakes his hips senselessly, pushing back against Wei Wuxian’s thrusts. As Jiang Cheng bounces up and down on Wei Wuxian’s length, he recalls the tickling feeling of the bow against his dick. Maybe, maybe if he just gives it a little touch—

Jiang Cheng tries to move his arm around the backrest, it takes a whole lot of effort but he makes it. The back of his fingers knock against Wei Wuxian’s before they find their destination. Jiang Cheng huffs, sweat dripping past his eyes and onto the floor, joining the tiny puddle of drool— gross . There is no strength in his fingers as he wraps them around his length. His own hand feels foreign on his cock and he realises that this is the first time he’s touched himself today, being too fearful to enjoy himself at the beginning in front of the live stream—it was always Wei Wuxian who touched him everywhere and brought him to new heights. Jiang Cheng thumbs the head, remembering how he likes it, and yes, there it is— the something he is missing. 

“I’m—I— nghh— “ Jiang Cheng whimpers, unable to complete his sentence. 

Wei Wuxian is enthralled by the sight of Jiang Cheng desperately bringing himself pleasure. It renews his energy and Wei Wuxian is slamming his hips against Jiang Cheng’s butt with vigour. Jiang Cheng is close, Wei Wuxian can feel his walls contract and convulse around his length. Wei Wuxian feels his balls swell as they prepare to unload for the second time, and he rubs circles around Jiang Cheng’s abdomen, over the tattoo, with his palm. 

“I’m going to come inside you, breed you nice and full, your womb is going to be ready for my babies right?”

His words trigger Jiang Cheng, who somehow finds the strength to hiss, “Shut the fuck— fuck, shit, ah not there— up. Disgust—ing— ahhhh! ”

Jiang Cheng climaxes on the last moan, cum spraying onto the leather of the chair. It’s not as opaque as the previous two loads, closer to clear in colour, and the liquid continues to spill out like an endless waterfall with each one of Wei Wuxian’s relentless thrust. 

Jiang Cheng’s spine forms a beautiful arch when he cums, and Wei Wuxian is the person blessed enough to witness it. He rides out Jiang Cheng’s climax, helplessly babbling curses and praises as the inner walls clamp down and convulse around him, thrusting single-mindedly. Wei Wuxian tosses his head back, sending prayers to his ancestors and all the holy spirits for giving him this glory, and his hips eventually stutter, finally blowing his load deep inside Jiang Cheng. 

“God, I love you,” Wei Wuxian professes, shallowly moving his hips until his dick no longer spills out cum. Jiang Cheng is limp, his head hanging down and Wei Wuxian can’t tell if he’s still awake or if he has passed out from exhaustion. Wei Wuxian slips out easily, Jiang Cheng’s hole gaping from the loss, and like a ragdoll, without Wei Wuxian supporting him, Jiang Cheng drops into the puddle of his own fluids. “Chengcheng?”

Wei Wuxian gently turns Jiang Cheng around, sitting him down onto the chair, drenched in bodily fluids, and Jiang Cheng’s face immediately twists in disgust. He doesn’t even know how to describe Jiang Cheng’s appearance; debauched seemed too tame of a descriptor, but Wei Wuxian still finds him to be the most precious and lovely person in the whole wide world. Small pearls of unknown liquid continue to flow down Jiang Cheng’s dick, which lie as limp as its owner. He’s conscious, but barely. Jiang Cheng’s lids are hooded as he gazes at Wei Wuxian, a fiery spark within dark pupils.

Wei Wuxian chuckles and swoops in to kiss his forehead. “I’ll be back.”

At Jiang Cheng’s small nod, Wei Wuxian adjusts his own dress, stepping out of his panties and letting the one-piece costume fall back to its original length, hiding his penis from view. He then walks out of the room towards the bathroom down the hall with a sashay of his hips, the skirt and bright yellow twin-tails swaying along with him. Basking in the afterglow, Wei Wuxian hums the catchy melody from the commercial cheerily, wiping himself down in the bathroom before taking a clean wet towel for Jiang Cheng. 

When he returns, Jiang Cheng is more alert, surprisingly, for he half expected Jiang Cheng to be snoozing and recouping his much needed energy. He also has a fierce expression on his face, though the impact is minimised by how he’s sitting weakly in his own cum.

Wei Wuxian smiles brightly in response, footsteps light as he almost floats towards his lover. “I’m back~”

“Wei Wuxian.”

“Yes~?”

“We’re watching over Fairy next weekend.”

Wei Wuxian almost throws the towel that he was using to wipe the mess on Jiang Cheng’s inner thigh high into the air as he yelps. “ Fairy?! ” he screeches, cheerful mood immediately ruined by the mention of the monster. “Why?!”

Jiang Cheng glares, his pupils move to the live stream setup behind Wei Wuxian and back.

Wei Wuxian falls onto his knees and clutches onto Jiang Cheng’s hands. “Wait but bǎobèi, didn’t you enjoy it too?”

Jiang Cheng turns his nose towards the air. “Who says?”

He’s lying. They both know it, but Wei Wuxian humours him, knowing how thin-skinned his partner is. 

Wei Wuxian wails, bemoaning his fate and pushes his face between Jiang Cheng’s thighs— oh, hello —he pokes out his tongue and licks—

“Wha—Wei Wu— ah!— xian!”

Strangled moans and obscene slurping immediately reverberate around the room.

It is a long and eventful day. The perfect use of their day off, Wei Wuxian thinks delightfully, with his mouth stuffed full of cock. 

Mm.