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Wen Ning feels exhausted - as much as a fierce corpse can.
He joined in on the juniors’ nighthunt and while they were successful, they covered a lot of ground while chasing the demon. They ventured so far that they landed in Yunmeng Jiang territory and when Jin Ling proposes that they should rest at Lotus Pier, uneasiness fills his body.
Since the incident at the Guanyin temple, the relationship - if it even could be called that - between him and Jiang-zongzhu has somewhat mellowed out. Jiang-zongzhu doesn’t try to kill him on sight, only glaring daggers at Wen Ning whenever he accompanies the juniors and they come across the sect leader. Wen Ning, on his part, tries to keep himself in the background, not wanting to incite even more of Jiang Wanyin’s anger.
Also, while he’s rather robust, he would rather not be whipped by Zidian again, thank you very much.
But still, he accompanies the juniors to Lotus Pier where Jiang-zongzhu already waits thanks to Jin Ling’s spiritual butterfly.
The sight in itself isn’t unusual, but there is another component in the picture that is.
Wei Wuxian, his Wei-gongzi.
The two of them haven’t noticed their little group, yet, seemingly bickering about something. Wei-gongzi is laughing as Jiang-zongzhu seems to bark something at him and the sight alone brings him back almost two decades.
Wei-gongzi had been staying at the Cloud Recesses for a while, but, as he had put it when he had meet up with Wen Ning and A-Yuan on another nighthunt, his wanderlust couldn’t be contained by the company and while Lan Wangji had been far more than a good friend, he couldn’t feel at home there and began to roam the land.
Somewhere along the lines, Wei-gongzi had the chance to reconnect with his former shidi and from what Jin Ling told them, he was more often found at Lotus Pier than not.
Apparently there had been a lot of shouting and crying (though Wei-gongzi denied that when A-Yuan asked him about that), but now it seems like they’re on a good track.
“Wei-qianbei!”
The juniors rush forward, circling Wei-gongzi, drawing his attention away from Jiang-zongzhu and when he looks up from the excited flock around him and at Wen Ning, he smiles his brightest smile. Wei-gongzi beckons him over and he reluctantly moves forward, conscious of the second set of eyes watching him.
“Jiang Cheng, they can stay here to rest, right? It’s been a while since I got to catch up with all of them,” Wei-gongzi asks the Jiang sect leader with pleading eyes and there’s a moment of silence as they seem to communicate with each other wordlessly.
In the end, Jiang-zongzhu sighs and sidesteps to allow entry to the inner halls of Lotus Pier. “Get in, then. There will be something to eat shortly. A-Ling, I trust you to show your friends around and get ready in time. Use the quarters by your room.” He pauses shortly. “The invitation goes out to you, too, Wen Qionglin.”
Everyone apart from Wei-gongzi seems stunned and he quickly rounds all of them up - Wen Ning himself included - and ushers them into the halls.
Wen Ning follows A-Yuan into one of the guest rooms, still weary of the sudden lack of animosity.
“Ning-ge, try to unwind? You seem to be even more rigid than usual. Should I play something?”
A-Yuan looks at him with worry in his eyes.
It makes him smile. Wen Ning couldn’t be more grateful, seeing little A-Yuan all grown up and sure in his place - more now than ever since they spent a lot of time together to educate him on his birth family; he’s quite proud to see how earnest A-Yuan took to the medicine lessons. Jiejie would have been proud as well.
Wen Ning shakes his head in response. “No need, it’s just the first time I’ve been permitted in here. Don’t worry, it will pass. You should enjoy the time with your friends before we set out again.”
“I will, but call for me and I will be back at your side, Ning-ge,” he says as he leaves.
Sitting alone in the rooms makes him feel restless and so Wen Ning leaves to wander the shadows of Lotus Pier, careful to avoid anybody. He stops on a roof, enjoying the slightly cold spring breeze this evening. Under him he can hear the clattering of servants fulfilling tasks and the last birdsong travels through the air.
It’s calming.
So calming that Wen Ning loses track of time and it’s already deep into the night, the stars bright over the lake when he hears a familiar melody that draws him to the inner buildings, reserved for the sect leader and his family.
He stops, slightly confused, before Jiang-zongzhu’s quarters where the last notes vanish.
Wen Ning can make out both Jiang-zongzhu and Wei-gongzi’s voices behind the door.
“Can you stop it with the whistling? I can’t concentrate on this letter.”
“Aiya, stop reading your letters and pay attention to me!”
“As if you’re more important than my sect.”
Wei-gongzi speaks again after a short moment of silence. “Jiang Cheng, it was really kind to let Wen Ning enter. You really matured!”
“I just wanted you to stop looking like I trampled all over your experiments. Don’t read too much into it.” There is a slight pause before Jiang-zongzhu continues, quieter with a sad note. “Will you be leaving with them?”
Something - or, Wen Ning guesses, somebody - hits the floor as he hears a familiar cackle ring through the night.
“Ah, A-Cheng, so cute! Don’t worry, we’re not done, yet. Not until you’re sick of me.”
“Get off me!!” There is a short moment of scuffling heard from the room. “Mark your words, Wei Wuxian, I’m going to hold you to them.”
“As if I want to lose you again.” Another pause. “I’m really curious, though. You wouldn’t have let Wen Ning in if you still thought about him like before. What do you think about him now?”
“What is this? If you want to gossip over men, go to the kitchen, the grannies there will entertain your talk.”
“So you do think he’s a man, not just some fierce corpse.”
A barely audible sigh, the clank of a cup set down on a table.
“Look, I’m still not happy that you thought bringing him back as a fierce corpse was a good plan. It was against pretty much every principle we stood for. It was one of the reasons that I lost you.”
“Aww, A-Chen-”
“No, let me talk! I don’t think I can start this conversation again. Do the events from the past still haunt my mind? Yes. But… I guess he saved both A-Ling and me at the Guanyin temple. I’ve also seen how Wen Qionglin takes care of A-Ling and his friends during their nighthunts. It’s been a journey changing my view of him, but I can see that he’s a good influence and keeps them safe. Did you know that A-Ling speaks so fondly of him now? It’s always ‘Wen-qianbei this, Wen-qianbei that’.”
“No, you’re joking!”
“I almost wish I was, but it’s actually very interesting. Learned quite something about medicine just from him recounting what Wen Qionglin told them on a nighthunt. And I’ve seen him on one, and by the gods, the Lans wish they had that arm strength.”
“Always wonderful to witness, even back when we lived in the Burial Mounds. I might have abused that power to lean back a little. He was so eager to serve me back then, I’m really glad A-Ning has found a path on his own. Just like you and neither needs me to sit by them anymore, so strong on their own. Honestly, I almost feel left out.”
“Then come here and I can show you where you belong.”
Wen Ning is still shocked about being the subject of their conversation and the turns in there. Who would have thought that Jiang-zongzhu would have thought of him like that?
So it takes him a while to recognise the noises behind the door for what they are - the rustling of clothes, the smacking sound of wet kisses, the low panting of a person almost out of breath, the occasional moan deep from within that has been tried to be kept in.
He decides to flee before everything catches up with him.
If he’s being honest, Wen Ning thought that facing both Jiang-zongzhu and Wei-gongzi the next morning would be far more awkward for him than it turns out to be.
Jiang-zongzhu has donned his hard exterior again as Wei-gongzi is telling the juniors about the adventures of the Shuangjie over a breakfast, the purple-clad sect leader grumbly interjecting when the other exaggerates too much, but Wen Ning catches the fond look that appears for a mere second from time to time.
Wen Ning still feels like he doesn’t belong, watching the easy-going banter between the former martial brothers, the way the juniors watch them with stars in their eyes while he sits next to A-Yuan, senses dulled, the need for food and drink non-existent even though a cup of tea sits before him.
But it’s still nice, sitting among them and being treated like any other guest would.
In the middle of breakfast, one of the Jiang disciples enters, asking for Jiang-zongzhu’s ear.
There is a quiet exchange and his face gradually darkens. Once the disciple is finished and left, Jiang-zongzhu turns towards the occupants at the table.
“Apparently a cave has been housing a malevolent spirit - everyone who entered left with a serious fever and died shortly after. There’s only been four victims so far but I want to take care of it as soon as possible. Want to tag along?”
There is a chorus of agreement from the juniors and even Wei-gongzi rushes off to procure some talismans that will hopefully help in the task ahead. Jiang-zongzhu looks expectantly at Wen Ning.
“I hope that you’ll come along as well, Wen Qionglin. I could use your strength in there as well and I know that the young ones are safe when you’re around.”
If Wen Ning was still able to blush, he would be doing so right now. For once he’s grateful for his condition that would betray him in a heartbeat.
But like this, he’s able to just nod in agreement before leaving to help A-Yuan pack for the nighthunt.
The cave has proven more treacherous than they previously thought.
Not only are the numerous corridors inside reminiscent of a labyrinth but finding a trace of the malevolent spirit proves unsuccessful as well.
They split into groups, Jiang-zongzhu taking both Wei-gongzi and Jin-zongzhu with him, leaving A-Yuan and both Lan-gongzi and Ouyang-gongzi with him.
But no matter how hard they try to chase after the barest scraps of resentful energy, none of them find anything.
All of them are ready to call it a day and as Wen Ning hears the sure footsteps of two people quickly approaching their group.
And sure enough, Wei-gongzi and Jin-zongzhu are bounding around a corner, the latter crying big tears as he calls for Jiang-zongzhu. The former looks panicked as well, face as ashen as during a time Wen Ning rather wouldn’t remember right now.
“A-Ning, A-Yuan! Good thing we found you! You young ones, take A-Ling and get him outside. Don’t come back in, I should have everything under control as soon as I get Wen Ning back to Jiang Cheng. Leave, now!”
A-Yuan nods and the other two help him get Jin-zongzhu out of the cave while Wei-gongzi drags him into the opposite direction. As they run through the maze of tunnels, he fills Wen Ning in.
“So, turns out there was no ghost, no monster, nothing but a very potent plant that seems to disrupt the balance in the body of whoever inhales their pollen. When we were looking through one of the caverns, A-Ling tripped and Jiang Cheng just managed to flip their positions in time, but he got a big hit of the pollen. I managed to pull Jiang Cheng into a safe corridor, but he’s burning up very quickly.”
Wen Ning feels even colder than normally. They have to hurry. “Do you know how we can help him?”
Curiously enough, Wei-gongzi blushes as he mumbles something.
“Wei-gongzi, I didn’t understand what you said. Could you please speak up?”
“It’s dual cultivation. That could get rid of the imbalance really quickly.”
He almost stumbles, can catch himself in the last moment as he looks over to his friend. “With all due respect but why would you need me there with you?”
At least he has the decency to look ashamed as he stumbles over an explanation.
“Well, I will try my hardest to cultivate with him, of course. I just hoped that, you know, your presence could cool him down. Like, you could hold him? A cold body surrounding him could probably keep the worst at bay until it’s over. Please, A-Ning, I can’t lose him, too.”
As they round the corner, they see Jiang-zongzhu on the floor, robes loosened, the skin already glistening and blushing and the breathing agitated. When the fevered gaze falls upon them, Jiang-zongzhu calls out for his former shixiong.
“Xianxian, please, make it stop! It hurts, it’s crawling under my skin. Everything is just so fucking hot, I can’t stand it!”
Wei-gongzi rushes forward, quickly wiping away the tears on the other’s face.
“A-Cheng, A-Ning will help you out with the fever while I take care of you. Is that okay for you?”
It’s an absurd situation seeing the normally so strong and confident sect leader reduced to tears, biting his lip as he nods.
Quickly all three of them lose their clothing - Wen Ning remains in his pants, he figures that his chest and arms will offer enough cool contact points for this ridiculous plan. He settles down on the floor and Wei-gongzi gently puts down Jiang-zongzhu in his lap. As soon as skin hits skin, the sect leader moans in bliss and Wen Ning has to swallow. Hard.
This is a medical emergency, they might be dual cultivating soon but you’re just here to provide support.
While Wei-gongzi tries to make the floor a little bit more comfortable, he pulls Jiang-zongzhu’s back close to his chest, the heat even penetrating through the dullness of his senses and when he gently swipes away strands of hair that cling to the forehand, Wen Ning hears another content sigh from the person below.
So he leaves his hand there, ignoring the knot forming in his stomach as he watches Jiang-zongzhu practically snuggling towards where the chill radiates off Wen Ning’s surface.
A sudden deep and long moan as well as the motion of Jiang-zongzhu’s legs falling apart draws his attention back to Wei-gongzi, who’s sitting between them and presumably prepares the other’s hole, seeing as a vial of oil lies next to them.
Almost apologetically, he kisses the nearest knee as he draws nearer, hoisting Jiang-zongzhu’s hip up and positioning himself.
“I’m so sorry, A-Cheng. This will be over soon, I promise.”
The sect leader arches against Wen Ning, making a punched out noise as Wei-gongzi enters him and Wen Ning tries his best to concentrate on keeping as much skin contact as possible, alternating his hands on the temples.
He tries so hard to give them as much privacy as they can but he can’t help himself stealing glances.
The Shuangjie, reunited, in the height of their passion, make a beautiful picture, their love for each other visible with the way they reach for each other. And while the desperation of the situation is not forgotten, it still doesn’t feel like mindless coupling, no, they both move with purpose.
It’s a sight Wen Ning hopes he will never forget despite the circumstances that brought him to experience them in the first place.
He’s still enthralled in the vision before him when suddenly a hand snakes around his neck and drags him downwards, too fast to react and then there is a burning mouth pressing hard against his.
Too riled up to process what’s happening, Wen Ning adjust his position a little, letting himself gently cup Jiang-zongzhu’s cheek as he takes away a bit of the pressure to move their lips in a more gentle way that turns more heated by the second until the other bites into his lower lip, drawing the cold flesh into his feverish mouth.
“Oh fuck, that’s so hot,” comes from Wei-gongzi and Wen Ning sits back upright as if a bolt of lightning had hit him.
“Wei-gongzi, Jiang-zongzhu, m-my apologies, I d-don’t know what came over me…”
“A-Ning, do you really think that we mind? That we don’t want you here? Chengcheng might be feverish, but he’s still my little thunderbolt - he wouldn’t kiss you if he didn’t want to. Question is: do you want it, too? Him, me, both of us?”
“Wei-gongzi-”
A snort from under him. “I think we’re past that stage of names, Wen Qionglin. Drop the honorifics,” Jiang-zongzhu murmurs as he drags him down again until Wen Ning feels the hot breath against his skin. “Call me Wanyin.”
Wen Ning has to try a few times to get whatever feeling decided to lodge itself right into his throat out of the way to find at least enough of his voice to answer the other. It only manages to manifest as a whisper
“Wanyin.”
It’s apparently enough of an answer for Jiang-zongzhu - no, Wanyin - to pull him back into a kiss, this time more tender, though it lacks nothing of the heat.
On the other side, Wei-gongzi picks up the pace, thrusting harder into the pliant body under him which leads to Wanyin sliding against Wen Ning in a mesmerizing pattern, accompanied by little huffs emitted against his lips.
Judging from the way their eyebrows scrunch closer together, the desperation in their movements, the way they cling to each other and to him, it’s clear that the two of them are approaching the end of their dual cultivation.
“Ah, A-Ning, play with Jiang Cheng’s nipples, he’s so sensitive there, please, I need him to come!”
Wen Ning gulps, but it’s no hardship to obey, especially not with Wanyin looking at him with half-lidded eyes, almost lost in the throes of pleasure as he nods, a minuscule movement but one that spurs Wen Ning on.
He lets his hands roam over the sides, counting each rip, leaving a cool trail where they wander. Slowly, Wen Ning inches forward to the pecs, rubbing soothing circles into the feverish skin and when he finally reaches the destination, lightly pinching the perk nubs, Wanyin almost arches off him, eyes wide and mouth open in a silent scream as Wei-gongzi’s momentum grows erratic.
It just takes another couple of seconds to reach the conclusion of their situation, Wanyin practically pressing himself into the other two as he paints his stomach white. In the same moment Wei-gongzi stops, gripping tight enough onto his partner’s hips to leave fingerprints as he pours his energy into the body under him.
The following silence is only interrupted by the heavy breathing of two of them - while Wen Ning’s mind is almost reeling with the situation, his body remains disquiently unaffected.
But he quickly calms down as Wanyin relaxes further and further into his chest, the pants coming slower and more shallow and soon enough the last bit of tension leaves the body and Wanyin is asleep.
When Wen Ning carefully checks the temperature, it’s down to a non-threatening degree and he looks up at Wei-gongzi with a hopeful smile and sees the expression mirrored on the other face. Together they gingerly clean Wanyin and huddle together against one of the walls while they wait for him to wake up again.
The way Wei-gongzi looked at Wanyin before was already filled with fondness hidden behind the banterous nature of their relationship, but now, with the sect leader asleep, head cushioned on his shoulder, Wei-gongzi looked at the other with so much love that it was almost blinding.
Suddenly, the same look is fixed on Wen Ning and before he can react, Wei-gongzi has leaned over Wanyin and is pressing a soft kiss against his lips. Wen Ning is stupefied, can‘t answer the action. The one person he has loved for almost two decades now is kissing him despite his partner lying between them and it’s both too much and not enough.
Slowly, the other leans back, fixing him with an expectant stare.
The lodged feeling in his throat is back and he has to lower his glance, looking at the floor while he fiddles with the hem of his robes.
“Wei-gongzi, I-”
“A-Ning, stop,” Wei-gongzi adamantly says as he takes one of Wen Ning’s hands into his own. “First off, I’m going to borrow Jiang Cheng’s words. I think you can drop the ‘gongzi’ at this point. I insist on it. Secondly, I meant what I said earlier - you wouldn’t be here if we didn’t want you here. I probably could have drawn an array or something to cool him down, but… we want you. Not just now, but also in the future.”
Wen Ning is shocked and it must show on his face because ah, Wuxian is reaching over, cupping his cheek tenderly, thumb brushing over his cheekbone as he continues.
“People said that you’re nothing more than a weapon, a thing to control, but they’re wrong. You’re you, my most precious A-Ning who has protected me so often, who did so much for me and I remember the timid boy who stood in the shadows of men too cruel to allow such a gentle sun to shine. You deserve to be loved and I want to show you how much of my heart you have captured.”
Wen Ning knows that he would be crying if he wouldn’t be what he was and he has to look away, break the line of sight as he asks, almost too soft to reach the other’s ears.
“But what about Wanyin?”
“Well of course I love him, too. I think I have loved him before I knew what love was and I know it’s the same for him with me. I can’t live in a world without him. You should know, you were there after all. When it comes to how A-Cheng feels about you... it’s complicated. He still resents what you stand for, even though he understands it. But he no longer resents you as a person. Also, he has seen how you take care of the juniors - A-Ling especially and that kid adores you. And let me tell you: A-Ling practically loving you and you protecting him as best as you can means you already have a place in Jiang Cheng’s heart even if he would never acknowledge it. Also,” the voice grows soft as Wuxian leans over until he’s right next to Wen Ning’s ear, “I know you were there yesterday, I practically summoned you to Jiang Cheng’s room and you’ve heard what he said about your strength. He would love to be pinned down by you, getting fucked until he forgets his name, his station, everything for a while and I would love to see it.”
Wen Ning reels back, looking at the other who smirks at him, his eyes sparkling in a way that promises something that he doesn’t dare to explore currently.
“Wuxian, I-I don’t know, this is a lot to take in. And even then, how would it work? I lack the body functions for uhh, what you described.”
The smirk only widens.
“Let that be my problem, I will think of something. But now, cuddles are in order.”
And with that he drags Wen Ning back into a hug, Wanyin smothered between them.
Wanyin recovers fully. He is a bit weak for the first days, but under the care of both Wuxian and Jin-zongzhu, he’s back on his feet in no time.
Wen Ning barely sees any difference in the way Wanyin and Wuxian approach him, but sometimes there is a certain heat in the looks they throw at him, a hand lingering longer than it should, company when it’s not expected. They easily fit him into their evening talks, even when he doesn’t drink with them, doesn’t know the stories they are referring to but it’s still a comfortable place to be in.
Sooner than he likes, there are news of new monsters tormenting nearby regions and with a heavy heart he packs what little he has and follows A-Yuan on a new nighthunt.
They don’t let him leave without cornering him in the shadows of an alcove, stealing a kiss which feels like a promise, an incentive to come back soon.
He vows to make it back as fast as he can.
A few weeks later, they return to Lotus Pier and Wuxian is already awaiting them, herding them into one of the guest rooms while ordering a servant to bring them dinner and tea.
There is a certain anxious edge to the wild whirlwind of happiness that moves around A-Yuan and him, asking for reports, their wellbeing, interesting tidbits of their journey.
A-Yuan is in the middle of recounting how Wen Ning showed him how to stitch a wound together when Wanyin enters, waving both of them down when they try to bow to him and dropping between Wuxian and Wen Ning, laying his head on his partner’s shoulder, exhaling loudly once before closing his eyes. Wuxian gingerly scratches the nape of his sect leader who in turn seems to mold himself even more into the other’s body.
Everyone in the room is clearly aware of how much Wanyin has come to trust all of them to let them see this side of him. Wen Ning feels honoured to witness it.
They continue their tales of their journey until A-Yuan retires for the night, right when Wanyin perks up again.
As soon as A-Yuan corners the wall to the sleeping area, Wuxian and Wanyin fix Wen Ning with looks so heated that he can almost feel his body warm up and lets a shudder run through his body. He feels very much like prey under their stares and he can’t resist the call as they lure him back to Wanyin’s chambers.
As soon as the door closes behind him, Wanyin cradles his head, pulling him forward until he can nip on Wen Ning’s lips again while Wuxian bolts over to one of the chests in the room, rummaging for something. When he finds it, he quickly returns to their side and Wanyin takes a step back, expression suddenly a bit shy.
Wuxian on the other hand looks so very excited and energised as he holds up a talisman.
“So, while you were away I tried to find a way to at least temporarily give you back pretty much every body function that there is. It will be a bit overwhelming at first, but we got you. We can get comfortable on the bed first and then see where it goes if you like.”
Wen Ning can only nod, throat suspiciously dry.
Wanyin distances even further from him and he would lie if he didn’t already miss the bit of warmth he felt from the other man.
But the view makes up for it as Wanyin slowly removes layer after layer, exposing the well-toned back with the broad shoulders and a waist that looks like he could easily wrap his hands around it. He slowly steps behind him, running his hands down from the shoulders to the sides, sliding lower and lower until he can put that theory to a test. And sure enough, his fingertips just meet over the navel and when he applies a little bit of pressure he feels the other exhale shakily, leaning towards him shortly before getting out of his grip.
“Bed. Now,” Wanyin orders as he makes his way over, losing the rest of his clothing. Wen Ning’s gaze is fixed on the other’s ass, which is another sight to appreciate as he works on his own clothes. He hears a chuckle from behind and Wuxian confidently walks over to where the other half of the Shuangjie awaits, gloriously naked form on full display.
Mo Xuanyu’s body might have been slimmer than Wuxian’s original one, but the evidence of Wanyin’s training for him shows, muscles rippling with every movement as he basically pounces on the other, playfully wrestling with Wanyin.
When Wen Ning sits down on the edge, they stop at once, turning towards him and making room between their bodies.
He’s quickly drawn in - he feels like a moth flying towards the light that is the undeniable energy exuded by them looking at him with unrestrained want.
Wanyin leans forward, taking one of Wen Ning’s hand in his own, pulling him into their bubble and bringing the palm to his lips, slowly following the dark lines of his veins with small pecks. Behind him, Wuxian is molding himself along his back, embracing him.
One moment he’s so caught up in the cocoon of desire and then - slap - the world becomes too much as his senses come back. Every colour shines more brightly, every touch on Wen Ning’s skin becomes more intense and a few degrees hotter and he barely hears anything, sounds overshadowed by the blood beginning to circulate again, throbbing through his capillaries.
He’s dimly aware of being manhandled on his back, kisses peppered all over his face and thighs. When the world comes back into focus, he’s looking up into his own personal sun smiling so radiantly and with so much fondness that it almost hurts. He had given up on this particular fantasy a long time ago and to be on the receiving end of that smile, in this situation blurs his sight as the first tears start rolling.
Wuxian’s face softens as he bends down and slowly, ever so gently kisses the tears away before brushing their lips together.
Suddenly a sharp pain blossoms from his thigh, Wanyin apparently feeling a little left out. It’s enough to gasp into the kiss which Wuxian shamelessly uses to deepen it, licking into it like it's a honeycomb full of treasures. The other keeps up alternating between shallow bites and soothing licks. It sparks a fire that spreads through his body, igniting every nerve, making him so aware of the body he’s in. He can’t remember anymore when he has felt this alive and he’s floating, enjoying every touch the other two inflict on him.
Wen Ning is only startled back into clarity when his by now very hard cock is enveloped by a wet heat, skilled tongue dancing over velvet skin.
Wuxian chuckles against his lips as one moan after another escapes him, too worked up by Wanyin’s show of talent. Still, he slowly props him up so that Wen Ning can fully watch the other working on him, bobbing his head with a look of concentration on his face.
How cute.
“Isn’t he such a good boy, sucking your dick like it’s the most delicious treat there is? You could fuck his face if you like, A-Cheng enjoys that very much. Don’t you, Chengcheng? Getting your pretty mouth fucked?,” Wuxian says right next to his ear and Wanyin answers with a moan of his own, the vibrations adding to the wonderful sensations being inflicted on him. Guided by Wuxian, he slips his hand into the others silken hair, carefully but tightly gripping at the roots as he slowly begins to move his hips.
With the encouraging reactions from Wanyin, Wen Ning picks up the speed, thrusting farther into the other’s welcoming mouth. Wuxian, on the other hand, moves away from him, behind Wanyin, looking for something beside the bed and when he returns, he has a vial in his hand, which he puts down next to the other man. Then he leisurely sits between their legs, hands running up Wanyin’s thighs until they settle on the firm, round globes, gripping so hard that they seem to spill over his fingers. When he looks up at Wuxian, Wen Ning sees him looking at him with a mischievous smile and in the next moment a hand connects with Wanyin’s ass. The way that makes Wanyin groan around his dick might be among his favourite feelings he ever experienced and he has a hard time not coming right here and now.
Meanwhile, Wuxian keeps up with spanking his partner, rubbing over the cheeks in a consoling way every now and then. Wen Ning tries to watch as best as he can, pace becoming a bit slower and he almost stops when, after Wuxian apparently deemed Wanyin’s ass spanked enough, he moves between the cheeks and slowly pulls out a tapered object.
Wuxian grabs for the vial again and tosses it towards Wen Ning while pulling Wanyin off of him.
Wen Ning quickly oils himself up with the contents of the vial as he watches the others passionately kiss while Wuxian moves them into another position until Wanyin’s back is facing him, view free towards the puckered hole between his cheeks - one that is already loosened up and leaking a white substance.
“We got a bit excited when we heard you were coming back and well… doesn’t our A-Cheng look good like this? Would only look better if you would fuck it out of him and replace it with your own,” Wuxian drawls and shoots him a wink. That earns him a sharp slap to his thighs and a flustered “A-Xian!” which in turn makes the man cackle loudly.
But Wanyin looks at Wen Ning over his shoulder with a shyness unlike anything he’s ever seen on the other man as he beckons him over with a nod. Slowly, as not to startle Wanyin, he positions himself, cock all lubed up as he runs the tip along the rim, fascinated by the way his precome is mixing with Wuxian’s spent. Then, he slowly sinks in and immediately has to reign himself in to not just thrust into the body under him.
Both he and Wanyin let out moans as he bottoms out and then Wuxian moves so that he’s kneeling right before the other, pulling Wanyin towards his crotch, feeding his cock to an eager mouth.
Almost in sync they start to move their hips and for a long time the only sounds the three of them make are choked-out moans and groans alongside their heavy breathing.
Wen Ning tries to angle his thrusts, knows enough about anatomy to know about that little point of pleasure and when he finds it, Wanyin clenches down on him so hard that it almost blindsides him. Keeping the angle, he grips Wanyin’s hips as hard as he can without breaking something and drives himself into the wanton body, the slapping from skin contact echoing through the entire room. He can feel Wuxian increasing the pace as well and like that it doesn’t take long before the three of them come almost simultaneously and collapse into a pile afterwards.
They take a few minutes to get back their bearings, just enjoying the afterglow until they get the power back to move.
It’s Wuxian who moves first, sitting up, dropping a kiss on each of their heads before heading to a back area and returning with a small basin and some washing clothes. He heats up the water with a talisman and gently wipes down Wanyin first and Wen Ning second before attending to himself.
Wanyin, on the other hand, just crawls back into Wen Ning’s bubble, almost aggressively cuddling the other and laying his head on Wen Ning’s chest with a pout on his face, which softens as Wen Ning begins to comb through his hair with his fingers in a gentle motion until he closes his eyes and the breathing becomes even more shallow.
Wen Ning hears a soft chuckle and looks up at Wuxian who’s looking at both of them with so much love in his eyes as he lays down beside them, dragging a blanket over all three of them.
“He would never say so, but he’s grown very fond of you. A-Cheng always needs the cuddle portion after and believe me, he will not let go of you until the morning!,” he chirps before his face takes over a solemn face. “I think it might be a reassurance for him, you know? As long as he’s having a person in his arms, they can’t leave him, right?”
Wen Ning watches as Wuxian carefully brushes a strand away from Wanyin’s forehead before placing a kiss there.
“After I’ve been resurrected, I wouldn’t have thought that I could get this back. I’ve caused him so much pain in the past and it wasn’t easy at first. We fought. A lot. I don’t remember how often our disagreements ended with me in the lake. But we found back to each other again and I will try not to be the cause of his pain once more.
And ahh, I don’t know, but seeing you finding your own path, being your own person, it filled me with so much joy. Now, I just want you to shower you with love. Everyday, as long as I’m able to. And wasn’t my talisman a good start? What did you think of it?”
Wen Ning lets his mind wander for a bit, thinking back on the evening.
“It… was a lot. I loved the way I could act and experience sensations like a living person again but the transition was a bit sudden. If you work on it again, maybe try to drag it out a little so I can get accustomed to it better? You were right, I was a bit overwhelmed in the beginning.”
Wuxian nods along, his scientist look on his face that Wen Ning remembers all too well from back when his relatives explained to him how to optimise the farming of their barren land.
They talk a bit further about the effects of the talisman until even Wen Ning feels his eyes starting to drop. Huddling closer together, they extinguish the last lights and let sleep wash over them.
Wen Ning still spends most of his time wandering the lands with A-Yuan - sometimes Wuxian and Wanyin join them, mostly when they’re close to Yunmeng Jiang territory. If they are, Wen Ning will always come back to Lotus Pier where the Shuangjie will shower him with love.
He tries to stay there over the summer as long as he can, enjoying the way the other two will cuddle up to him and his cold body during the sweltering heat.
Their relationship sometimes still baffles him, but he’s grateful for it nonetheless and the first time Wanyin openly smiles at him in public after a bundle of children bullied him into the lake and he resurfaced with a lotus flower propped up on his head, he knows that their love isn’t just a physical one.
It’s a quiet evening in Lotus Pier when Wen Ning realises as he sits among the two loves of his life as well as A-Yuan and A-Ling that he’s found his place.
He’s found a new home.