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After dinner (terrible as usual, with a lingering scent of burning garlic), the inhabitants of Lotus Tower appreciated getting outside for some fresh air. Li Lianhua sat on the step of the caravan, giving Huli Jing a belly rub, and Di Feisheng stood in the doorway, waving a fan he'd found somewhere to help air the place out. Fang Duobing was particularly restless, though, and took the opportunity to practice his sword forms on the grass nearby, before the sun set for the night.
"What do you think of his stance?" Li Lianhua asked idly.
Di Feisheng gave the young man an appraising look. "Could be better."
"Mm. Well, he's still learning."
"Oh, and who exactly is teaching him?" Di Feisheng asked dryly.
Li Lianhua smiled. "Perhaps we can consider this time a period of learning through... let's say, 'direct experience of the world and its multitude of evils.'"
Di Feisheng frowned, clearly finding that answer unsatisfactory. "Hold your arm higher," he called to Fang Duobing. "Take aim from your whole shoulder, not just your wrist."
Fang Duobing didn't look over in their direction, but Li Lianhua saw him make a slight adjustment to his arm position, and his next strike looked more fluid, more controlled than before, so he had clearly been listening. He sliced through a dead tree that stood nearby, cutting it cleanly in two before he spun around whirled high into the air one final time, a blur of sky blue robes and glinting sword poised against the purple and crimson sunset, before finally coming to land gracefully in front of the men watching him.
As he approached, Huli Jing sat up, stretching her neck up in anticipation of a pat on the head, which he obligingly provided. "I didn't realize you were watching me," he said to them.
How could we not be mesmerized by such youthful beauty, Li Lianhua wanted to say, but didn't. He simply smiled instead.
"Difficult to avoid you flailing around, unless we went back inside," Di Feisheng said bluntly, as was his way.
"I can flail elsewhere, if it's bothering you so much," Fang Duobing retorted. "You're not required to provide commentary."
Li Lianhua could see the two of them getting each others' backs up, and considered whether to intervene, or let them fight it out. On the one hand, if they sparred, they might burn off more of their restless energy, and he would get to watch them sparring. On the other hand, if things became too heated, one or the other of them might storm off to sleep elsewhere, and he didn't want that either. It was almost distressing how much he'd come to anticipate having the two of them in his bed each night, and a part of him was perpetually braced for how the precarious balance that they had built would all come crashing down sooner or later.
But if Li Lianhua knew anything, it was how to live in the moment.
"Enough bickering," he said softly, before they could escalate beyond some pointed glares. "The sun is almost gone. Come inside." And as he had hoped, both of them grudgingly settled down and followed him to get ready for sleep - or whatever came first.
Fang Duobing helped him undress, while Di Feisheng prepared everything around the bed. They were tender with him, each in their own way - Fang Duobing solicitous, Di Feisheng more practical and efficient. On the nights when he had no strength for anything strenuous, they looked after him, one sucking his cock while the other held him with strong arms, or else they entertained one another while he watched, a pastime which he found he enjoyed more than he would have expected. For as much as the two of them squabbled from time to time, it seemed to add some delicious spice to their embraces, a vigor and passion that Li Lianhua could only dream of matching.
Tonight, though, he had a bit more energy to spare, and so he stroked them both, one cock in each hand, savouring the contrast between them, the way Fang Duobing couldn't hide every single emotion and sensation that crossed his face, whimpering and sighing and squirming, while Di Feisheng was as still as a statue, other than his eyes that smouldered like embers. He yearned for his youthful energy at times like this, wishing that he could surprise them with a burst of athletic prowess, some display of his desire that would intensify their pleasure beyond these simple gestures, but he knew they didn't expect that of him, not really.
He could, however, let them use him. Before taking them too far to draw back, he stopped and said, "Take what you want from me - just be good and share, hmm?" In the fading light, he saw them glance at one another, some nonverbal communication passing between them as they reached a silent consensus. Di Feisheng drew him onto his lap, helping him get into a comfortable position, and Fang Duobing settled back, leaning against the wall to watch and, Li Lianhua guessed, to intercede if his help was needed.
"How did you decide who would go first?" he asked, then gave a sharp gasp as Di Feisheng's cock slid inside him.
"It's only polite to let my elder go first," Fang Duobing said from his vantage point.
"An old horse knows the way," Di Feisheng responded, once he'd had a moment to recover. Wrapping his arms around Li Lianhua's waist, he held him steady, rocking his hips slowly, not going too fast or too roughly. Li Lianhua could lean against his shoulder and simply be fucked, which was exactly what he wanted. At least he could be open and available to them in this way, if not in so many others.
Di Feisheng was extremely capable of self-control, at least up until the very end. Only when he was moments away from his climax did his careful poise begin to slip, his motions become harsher and more strenuous, even though he remained almost as silent as ever. Li Lianhua clung to him, gasping with each stroke, digging his fingers into his back. "A-Fei, please..." With one final sharp hiss, Di Feisheng shuddered, pouring his essence into him, his breath warm and heavy against Li Lianhua's shoulder as he embraced him as closely as possible.
They allowed him a few moments to recover before Fang Duobing took his turn. Li Lianhua lay curled on his side on the bed, his limbs trembling and chest constricted, trying to catch his breath. The others each stroked his back, pouring spiritual energy into him until he stopped coughing and regained his composure. "I'm fine," he insisted at length, wiping a trace of blood away from his lips, "I can keep going."
"Are you sure?" Fang Duobing didn't seem entirely convinced. "I'll be all right if I don't get to fuck you, I can just...uh, you know," he said, blushing faintly.
Li Lianhua shook his head. "Xiaobao, I said I wouldn't leave you again, and I meant it."
"It's not 'leaving me' to be too tired for sex!" Fang Duobing pointed out, rather annoyingly sensibly for someone in his position, Li Lianhua thought. "I don't want to impose on you, or wear you out."
"Then just let me lie down while you do it," Li Lianhua said, drawing one leg up toward his chest and pulling his hair out of the way over his shoulder. "There, see, I'm fine like this."
Fang Duobing was still skeptical, but he came to stretch out behind Li Lianhua, pressed close against his back, angling his hips so he could push into his already well-stretched hole. He moaned softly as he eased his way inside, his path slicked by Di Feisheng's seed. It was clear he was trying to be careful, keeping a tight rein on his desire rather than thrusting wildly.
"You don't have to be afraid of hurting me," Li Lianhua murmured to him. "I'm not going to die from too much fucking."
"You don't know that," Di Feisheng said gruffly from his position at the other side of the bed.
Fang Duobing said, "Can you please not talk about dying while I'm inside you?" His voice trembled slightly, and even though Li Lianhua couldn't see the look on his face, he could imagine those big eyes had tears welling up in them.
"I'll behave," Li Lianhua told him. "Look, see, I'm very alive for you." He reached behind himself to grasp Fang Duobing's hand and drew it to his cock, letting him grip its hard length, the steady pulse of his heartbeat through its veins. "Feel that?"
"Mmhm," Fang Duobing mumbled against the back of his neck, nuzzling him like an affectionate puppy. His concerns quelled for the moment, he began to thrust again, moving a little faster than before, driving himself into him over and over. His hand stayed on Li Lianhua's cock, stroking him in unison with the rocking of his hips. Li Lianhua took slow, measured breaths, trying to keep from coughing and alarming him again. His vision narrowed down to a pinpoint in the dark, and he couldn't stop himself from crying out as he came all over Fang Duobing's hand. After that, the young man only needed a few extra strokes to finish inside him, loud and messy and enthusiastic with the energy only a twenty-year-old could possess.
Di Feisheng had had the foresight to put a cloth and a bowl of water nearby, so he could help Li Lianhua clean up afterwards. "You're going to overdo it," he muttered. "Twice in one night is too much."
"Unless you learn to fuck me at the same time, it's going to have to be twice a night," Li Lianhua replied. "I'm not playing favourites."
"We can take turns," Di Feisheng said, as if he was being particularly dense. "One on one night, one the next, or something like that."
Li Lianhua just smiled and shook his head. "Argue with me tomorrow if you want - tonight, I'm going to sleep."
"Maybe we could learn to fuck you at the same time," Fang Duobing mused. "I think I've seen that before in a book..."
"Don't give him ideas," Di Feisheng groaned, helping Li Lianhua back into the bed so they could all get some rest.
The shutters of the lotus tower were propped open to let the cooler breeze in, and the twilight hum of insects could be heard from the tall grass nearby. Li Lianhua breathed deeply of the soft night air, feeling the ache in his lungs subside as he reclined on his back, nestled between the crook of Di Feisheng's arm and the curve of Fang Duobing's waist, forming both a buffer and a bridge between them.