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The secluded pavilion in the Cloud Recesses overlooked the misty peaks, where Lan Xichen had retreated after the long council meeting. Jiang Cheng had followed uninvited, his temper flaring at the endless Lan rules and the way Xichen's calm gaze lingered on him a beat too long. Now, with the moon high, the air thick with unspoken tension, Jiang Cheng cornered Xichen against the wooden railing, his hand gripping the sect leader's silk robe.
'You've been staring all day,' Jiang Cheng growled, his voice low and rough, pulling Xichen closer until their chests pressed together. Lan Xichen's breath hitched, but he didn't pull away—his hands rose to Jiang Cheng's shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric. Their lips met in a fierce clash, Jiang Cheng dominating the kiss, tongue thrusting deep into Xichen's mouth, tasting the faint bitterness of tea. Xichen moaned softly, yielding, his body arching as Jiang Cheng's teeth grazed his lower lip.
Jiang Cheng's hands roamed down, yanking open Xichen's outer robe to expose the pale skin beneath. He shoved the fabric aside, palms sliding over Xichen's chest, thumbs circling hardened nipples. Xichen gasped into the kiss, his own erection straining against his underlayers. 'Cheng... here?' he whispered, but his hips bucked forward, seeking friction.
'Quiet,' Jiang Cheng ordered, breaking the kiss to shove Xichen down onto the pavilion's cushioned bench. He stripped off his own belt, freeing his thick cock, already hard and throbbing, veins pulsing along the length. Xichen's eyes darkened with hunger as he knelt, mouth watering at the sight. He leaned in, lips parting to take the head into his warm mouth, sucking steadily while his tongue lapped at the slit, drawing out beads of pre-cum.
Jiang Cheng groaned, fingers tangling in Xichen's long hair, guiding him deeper. Xichen's throat worked around him, swallowing inch by inch, cheeks hollowing with each pull. Saliva dripped down his chin as he bobbed faster, hand wrapping around the base to stroke what he couldn't fit. Jiang Cheng's hips jerked, fucking into that wet heat, the sounds of slurping and gagging filling the night air. 'That's it—suck my cock like you mean it.'
Xichen hummed, the vibration shooting pleasure up Jiang Cheng's spine. He pulled off briefly, gasping, then dove back in, deepthroating until his nose pressed against Jiang Cheng's groin. Jiang Cheng couldn't hold back; he thrust hard, spilling cum straight down Xichen's throat in hot pulses. Xichen swallowed greedily, milking every drop, his own cock leaking untouched in his pants.
Jiang Cheng hauled him up, flipping Xichen onto his hands and knees on the bench. He tugged down Xichen's trousers, exposing the firm ass and the tight hole between. From his qiankun pouch, Jiang Cheng pulled a vial of oil—practical as always—and slicked his fingers. He pressed one against Xichen's entrance, pushing in slow, feeling the muscle clench then relax. Xichen pushed back, whimpering softly, his forehead resting on his arms.
'So eager for it,' Jiang Cheng muttered, adding a second finger, twisting and spreading to stretch him open. He curled them, rubbing that sensitive spot inside until Xichen's cock twitched and pre-cum dripped onto the cushions. A third finger joined, scissoring wide, preparing him thoroughly. Xichen rocked back, fucking himself on the digits, breaths coming in ragged pants.
Finally, Jiang Cheng withdrew his fingers, coating his cock with more oil. He gripped Xichen's hips, aligning the blunt head with that loosened hole, and thrust in with one firm push. Xichen cried out, the burn of fullness making his toes curl. Jiang Cheng didn't pause, bottoming out until his balls rested against Xichen's. He started pounding, hips snapping forward in a brutal rhythm, each slam driving his cock deep into Xichen's ass.
Skin slapped against skin, the pavilion echoing with grunts and moans. Xichen reached down, fisting his own cock, jerking in time with the thrusts. Jiang Cheng leaned over, one hand sliding up to tweak a nipple, the other wrapping around to join Xichen's hand on his dick. 'Cum on my cock,' he demanded, voice gravelly. Xichen shattered first, ass clamping down as semen shot from his cock, coating their joined hands.
The tight squeeze pulled Jiang Cheng over the edge. He buried deep, flooding Xichen's insides with thick ropes of cum, groaning as he filled him up. They slumped together, Jiang Cheng still inside, his arms wrapping around Xichen's waist. After a moment, he nipped at Xichen's ear. 'Not done yet. Your quarters—now.' Xichen nodded weakly, a satisfied smile curving his lips as they disentangled and dressed hastily, the night promising more.