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It could have been worse.

The statement, despite being true, doesn't fill Guangyao with any sense of relief. If anything, it's annoying. Of cours eh didn't want to die, but to have even that taken away from him at the end, stripped of rank, title, any distinguishing mark of who he once was? He might as well have been dead.

No cinnabar mark dotted his brow. No scholar's hat on his head. No robes of gold and cream.

Instead it was replaced with...plainness, though one would struggle to describe Guangyao's face as plain even now. White robes, an unadorned home. The area was breathtakingly beautiful, of course, as the land of the Gusu Lan Sect usually are.

But there is nothing.

Oh there's birds and animals that wander by. There are servants who come to tidy the place, but none dare to speak to him. They're smart to refrain from doing so, Guangyao will reluctantly admit, but it's annoying all the same. He finds himself more and more looking anxiously and eagerly for Xichen's visits, needing something to break up the monotony.

So he paces, hands clasped behind his back, making sure his steps are measured and slow so as not to be mistaken for the agitation and impatience that it was. Her shoulder still ached from the scarred wound from Wangji's blade very nearly cleaving it from him; it had been close, sure, but Gusu's healers were famed for a reason. Just another tally on the list of things he owes Xichen for saving him from.

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"Good boy."

He doesn't know what inspires the praise, only that it's genuine and a-Yao will always be his boy, his young man with a shy smile who looked so lovely under the summer sunshine of Cloud Recesses. It doesn't matter if he hates him in part, he can never erase their beginnings or the years of good memories (even if they were false and foolhardy).

Xichen pulls his fingers free when that hard suck takes hold, breath hitching as he stills his own hips from sheer will-power. He rests their foreheads together so that he gets to see every reaction and trails his sticky fingers down Jin Guangyao's cock, wrapping around the base and stroking firmly to the tip where his wet palm rolls around the sensitive head, over and over, sinking back down with an experimental squeeze. Unhurried, all of it, sensual and bold like Xichen's interest as he gazes at Jin Guangyao all the while, memorising what he seems to like best.

He does have a fondness for rubbing his thumb over the slit, spreading around any precome.

Guangyao makes a noise of protest as Xichen pulls his fingers away, making as it to chase after them for a second before he remembers himself. His eyelashes flutter as he blinks, trying to focus and failing miserably as Xichen begins to touch him.

A curse gets strangled in his throat as he clutches at Xichen's arms, fingers digging in hard as his hips jerk. It feels too good, how was it even possible to feel this good? Or was it aided in the fact that it was Xichen touching him, like he'd longed for? How many times had he taken himself in hand and tried to imagine it was Xichen instead? It all pales to this, Guangyao's teeth worrying into his bottom lip as he fucks up into Xichen's hand.

"Xichen--" He moans, squeezing his eye shut and twitching every time Xichen's palm or thumb rubs over the slit of his cock. It's been far too long since he's indulged, desire alighting in his body like it hadn't in several long years.

It's not going to take long, truthfully. He'd be more embarrassed by that if it wasn't for the fact that Xichen was surely driving him out of his mind with each sure stroke of his hand.

"You really are beautiful, you know."

He can admit that much, kissing along a jaw as he continues to watch the way Jin Guangyao is taking being stroked. Making sure to move his fist a little faster than the pace of those needy hips, Xichen slides his other hand down the curve of a spine and rests his middle-finger between a pair of cheeks; just a light caress, a whisper of a promise.

Mouthing his way down a neck, he nips and hotly insists, "Huan. My name is Huan when you're spreading your legs for me, a-Yao."

Guangyao has always had an odd relation with his looks. Pretty, beautiful, even, to the point of looking more like a woman than a man at times, if people believing the statue of his mother shared his face instead. He wasn't disdainful of his looks, and he loved and was proud of his mother, but that didn't stop the association from being a poor one in the eyes of others. Pretty, they'd call him, and often it was meant as more of an insult.

It doesn't feel like an insult from Xichen, it never has. He feels tears burning at his eyes again and he shakes his head, either in protest or to try and clear it, who knows.

He can't keep control of his voice much longer, his pants and moans growing louder as Xichen learns all-too-well where every weakness is, how he can match Guangyao's body's needs perfectly. It's hard to believe this was real. He half-expects to wake, alone and cold and aching at any moment.

It doesn't happen, and he gazes at Xichen with wide, wet eyes full of awe and reverence. "Hu... Huan. Huan..." He practically chants the name as his rhythm falters, squeezing his eyes shut and tossing his head back as he comes with a cry only moment later. He jerks his hips, trying to ride out the pleasure as tears slipped down his face, gasping for air. He feels drunk, reaching for Xichen, trying to pull him into another sloppy kiss. "A-Huan. My body is on fire. You're driving me insane."

Fever assails his veins as he watches Jin Guangyao toss his head and come hard for him, spilling a mess over Xichen's fist and painting his chest where the splatter lands. He doesn't mind, guides it even, so that when his lover is high on pleasure and kissing him so artlessly it's obvious when he swipes it off with his immaculate blue robes. Those, he loosens and drags away from his own hips, needing to feel skin on skin.

He hums into the hungry kisses, kneading at the curve of a pert ass to drag Jin Guangyao closer, the long hard line of Xichen's cock rutting between those cheeks over and over, bigger than his cute a-Yao who is still pink and plump after coming. Such a cute cock, Xichen thinks, putting his own strength into rocking up and simulating how they can fuck in the bed ... if they make it there.

His knees are starting to go numb on the mats but he's reluctant to stop grinding.

"A-Yao," breathier than usual, he nips at a lip. "A-Yao, feel what you do to me."

He wraps his arms around Xichen’s neck, moaning low at finally being able to feel skin against his own. He has no strength to protest even if he wanted to, pressing his face against the junction of neck and shoulder. He mouths at the skin there, rocking back against Xichen’s cock— and freezing.

“A-Huan is so big,” he murmurs against his throat, tentatively rubbing back against it, feeing the slide against his skin. “A-Huan is going to stretch me open so much. Will you make sure it fits?”

He knows, objectively, that he would have to stretch Jin Guangyao before they got anywhere near enough to fucking, but to hear him say it ...

"Yes."

He shivers as the other man rocks down, the hot words against Xichen's throat using his true name making him weak. He slides his hands underneath a pair of thighs, lifts him up and rises to his feet in a smooth move, easily able to carry Jin Guangyao across the room to the bed. There, he lays him down and covers him on hands and knees, half-dressed in blue silk that hangs off him like forgetful pieces of the sky.

He traces down Jin Guangyao's cheek, thumb brushing over a lower lip. Aroused and overwhelmed by emotions, he leans down for a light kiss.

"There was a time when I would have welcomed you to Cloud Recesses as my zhiji, with Gusu as your home. You would have been free to come and go, so long as you were always mine no matter where you were. I think of that daydream sometimes, knowing you are here. I think of how close things are ... to what I wanted."

And how irreparably different.

Guangyao makes a startled yelping noise he will deny making under pain of death and clings to Xichen as they move. The Lan strength is absolutely no joke, and he can't help but feel a little dazed as he's laid out on the bed.

He gazes up at Xichen, kissing him back with a slight smile, his expression adoring-- and shutters fast when Xichen speaks. He blinks back sudden tears, an ache in his chest as he looks away in shame.

"I was blind," he murmurs, despite knowing that even if he were to go back in time, he'd try to get to the top again all over again. He'd just be smarter about it, never make the same mistakes twice. "But I'm here, now. And I am yours', and always will be."

Getting to the top would have been easy, if the top was Gusu to Jin Guangyao. He would have had free reign under Xichen ... but they both know it would have chafed him to be second to anyone.

"Mine."

There's a question behind it, kissed along the exposed length of Jin Guangyao's throat as Xichen lowers himself to let his hard, hot cock be felt in the groove of a hip, dull pressure as he focuses instead on mouthing his way over a pulse. He never puts his own wants first, petting a hand along a smooth waist to soothe his lover.

"I should have made you mine years ago. All the times I wanted to kiss you, pull you aside and pin you to a wall in Jinlintai ..."

Guangyao arches and gasps, bending his knees to press against Xichen’s side, urging him on.

“A-Huan.” This is torture of an entirely different sort; despite the fact he’d just came moment before, the fire inside of him hasn’t abated. “I’m yours’ now, only yours’. You can kiss me any time you want, pin me down wherever, whenever.”

He can’t dream of denying that right now. He doesn’t want Xichen to ever stop touching him. His own hands wander, stroking over Xichen’s arms, his chest. He wants to map out every plane of his lover’s body, worried this will be the last time they’ll both get to indulge.

"Mmm ... I know."

Because none of it really matters anymore, it will never be as everlasting as it could have been, and all they have left are stolen fragments of an unfinished painting without faces.

He leans (reluctantly) outside the reach of those arms to find a nearby lamp and bring it closer, extinguishing it to pour out the oil over his fingers, the scent of sweet sap from the fragrant mountain trees filling the room. He locks eyes with Jin Guangyao, shedding the last of his clothes, and slides his sticky hand up a soft pale thigh to take his cock in-hand for a slow, tight stroke, then another, and another. Xichen enjoys the show of those narrow hips and slender waist where his other hand roams in idle appreciation.

"Look at you, spread out like it's our wedding night. So well-behaved and pretty."

His heart feels like it’ll pound out of his chest, eyes locked on Xichen and following his every move.

Guangyao can remember his harsh words the week before about playing the pet of Xichen’s wife. It had been a dig then, but now it makes his cock twitch in excitement and he inhaled sharply as Xichen’s fingers close around him. The pleasure is white-hot and almost painful, his hips jerking and his hands falling away to curl into the sheets.

“A-Huan, you’re teasing me too much! How am I supposed to endure this?” Guangyao whines, shaking and trying to keep his hips from jerking too much.

"Too much? No part of me is even inside you yet, a-Yao."

His expression softens, warm and reassuring as if looking at Jin Guangyao from across the room instead of from between his legs. Bringing one of those legs to rest over a shoulder, hooked at the knee, he slides his oil-warmed fingers lower past taut balls to rub at the inviting pink hole beneath, insistently bold in the way he massages the rim as if they do this every day.

"And you want that. Don't you?"

Another strangled curse as Guangyao tosses his head, pressing back against the bed. He feels impatient and wild, his limbs moving easily however Xichen wants him. There’s barely even a stretch at the way his leg hops over Xichen’s shoulder.

His face burns red; he’s fairly sure he’ll never get used to Xichen talking so filthily, even if this is comparatively tame. He presses back against the finger, mouth forming a pout.

“I want it. A-Huan, I want you inside so much. I want it to stretch me open, I want to never forget the shape of you.” His voice was breathless but nonetheless sincere in its pleading. Logically he knows this has to be taken at least somewhat slowly, but he wants it now, dammit!

"Easy ..."

Like petting a wild animal, he drops kisses along the inside of a knee and eases a finger past that tight rim, sinking his long finger as deep as Jin Guangyao can take it before he flinches. He has little patience but great care, pausing in between stroking him open, fucking him on that digit as he watches him like a hawk, a second finger ready and waiting for whenever he can add it.

He's hard in his own right, cock stiff and neglected as he pays attention to his partner.

"Did you know that when we first met, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen? A summer flower, golden and bright wherever you walked on the mountain."

The Lan clan’s ability to keep such careful control is awe-inspiring, truly. Guangyao had admired it for a long time, but right now he couldn’t be bothered to think it as anything other than aggravating. Here Guangyao was, ready to shove Xichen down and sink down onto that thick cock without a second guess if he had the chance, and Xichen was just calmly putting him through the paces.

He takes a deep breath and then another, his exhaling shaky as he tries to keep some semblance of control. It doesn’t work much, but it’s something.

“A-Huan…” Guangyao’s tone isn’t quite a protest, but he seems embarrassed as he covers his face with a hand, relaxing around Xichen’s finger as he gets used to it. “When we first met, I thought you ethereal. Untouchable, above the rest of us mere mortals. I didn’t think you’d even spare me a glance. And instead you stood up for me, spoke to me as equals.”

He shivers and takes another breath. “I knew then I would end up loving you, even if I told myself I couldn’t do such a thing.”

"Being the First Jade of Lan means many things, most of it unimportant. It's rumourmonger. But, there is one thing I always liked to hear when I was spoken of."

Jin Guangyao is so good, taking two fingers to the knuckle like his body is just that greedy to be opened up. Maybe he is.

"That I would never lay with anyone I wasn't worthy of."

And he never has, not that he mentions his previous exploits now. He slips that leg from his shoulder and sinks down over Jin Guangyao's lap to gather his cock to his lips, lightly sucking the tip as he makes sure to fuck him deeper on his fingers, seeking out his sweet spot. He doesn't want to make him come, not quite, but the urge to edge Jin Guangyao until he's fussy is very strong.

Covering his face was a mistake, since it means he can’t see what Xichen’s doing now and can’t try to gauge what he’s thinking.

He spreads his legs wide when Xichen lowers his leg back down, pressing back against the pumping fingers with a little whimper. How many fingers is he supposed to take first before he’s ready? If the goal is to make it a more painless slide, Xichen would have to use his whole fist, or so Guangyao thinks to himself with some sarcasm.

He’s not prepared for the sudden wet heat around the head of his cock. Guangyao flinches and cries out, moving his hands to bury his fingers in Xichen’s hair instead.

He’s not worthy of this, he thinks wildly, shaking his head. Unless Xichen thought himself lesser now for all that transpired, which makes Guangyao’s heart ache again.

“A-Huan— A-Huan…!” He can’t come like this, but he’s trembling with the effort to keep from trying to shove his cock further into the other’s mouth. “Ah, please— You’re driving me out of my head…!”

The digs his heels into the bed, biting onto his bottom lip. He feels completely out of control but can’t spare a thought for it. “Please, right there, Mm!” His body twitches and jerks when Xichen curls his fingers just so, pressing against that spot inside of him that makes him briefly see stars.

This is how he likes Jin Guangyao best, he decides, loud and keening and unravelled. Unable to think. The hands in Xichen's hair aren't what make him lower his head to swallow down more of him, he does that of his own volition to be kind, tongue cushioning the length of Jin Guangyao as those fingers rub right over the same spot. Right there? Alright.

He glances over it on every other touch, always pausing when it seems like Jin Guangyao might get what he wants and retreating his fingers if he tries to chase them. That, paired with the way he idly hollows his cheeks to suck him down, is entirely for his own benefit because he very much enjoys it when his lover is begging.

But he never lets him come.

It feels like the torture lasts hours. He gasps and tosses his head, begging and pleading. His fingers pull at Xichen’s hair, his voice feeling hoarse.

Xichen just keeps going and still never gives him any relief. He’s all but sobbing at the end, squirming on the bed beneath him. He clenches down on Xichen’s fingers as if trying to keep him from pulling away. “Please, A-Huan, please! I want you inside me, please, I need you, I can’t wait any longer, please!”

He’d be appalled at his behavior if he wasn’t too focused on getting Xichen fucking him. Right now there isn’t anything more important in the word.

By the time he lifts his head, he's licking his swollen pink lips and his eyes are darker than ever as they take in the dishevelled sight Jin Guangyao makes, near to tears with need from Xichen's teasing.

"Hush, I'm here," he says, nuzzling his cheek as he leans up and positions himself between those trembling thighs, briefly leaving him empty. He braces his weight on an arm and keeps gazing at Jin Guangyao as his hastily oiled cock is guided to that gaping hole, then the pressure starts and doesn't let up as he starts pushing inside, breath hitching as he controls the push of his hips. If he loses his mind for a single moment he won't know how to stop. "Breathe, a-Yao."

How is he supposed to hush? Xichen asks the impossible of him, a groan of disappointment spilling out as Xichen pulls away. “No…”

He shakes his head and reaches for the other man, wrapping his arms around him. Guangyao tries to remember to breath, blunt nails digging into Xichen’s shoulders at the long press of his cock inside of him.

As he thought, it’s definitely going to split him in two.

Alright, perhaps that’s a big dramatic, but it steals Guangyao’s breath away, his body alternating between tensing up and clenching down, to relaxing and letting Xichen press further in.

“So big…” He whimpers, but he sounds more dazed than pained. “I can feel it, every inch. A-Huan is so big, so much. And your A-Yao is taking it, and will take it all. I want all of it, A-Huan.”

He shifts his hips, just a little, to let Xichen sink further and stutters out a breath.

"That's it, good boy ... "

Jin Guangyao's body takes him with what feels like ease after the thickest part of him breaches that hole and is swallowed up in tight heat. Xichen starts to lose his self-control as he fucks him shallowly to get him used to the stretch, finally grinding in right to the base and groaning as he drops his head to kiss all over a cheek and down a neck, nothing but hoarse praise for him spilling out. He starts fucking him from the off in hard thrusts, Lan patience finally worn too thin to be entirely gentle, though he always tries to hit the angle that had Jin Guangyao begging before.

"So tight, such a sweet boy for me."

Panting against a throat, the slap of wet flesh fills the room as Xichen lifts him under the waist to better take his cock and rams back in so those pretty ass cheeks meet his hips, faster and faster. Just like that, yes.

"A-Yao, oh, a-Yao ...!"

His a-Yao exceeds his expectations, as ever.

He shouldn't be this flustered over this praise, but he nearly weeps with it. "Yes, yes," he murmurs in agreement. He is indeed a good boy, a sweet boy. "Always for you."

He could get addicted to this, to the stretch and the burn of it that makes him feel more alive than he ever has, a keening noise sounding through the bedroom as Xichen lifts his hips. "Ah, ah-- A-Huan...!"

He reaches down, pressing a hand against his stomach and sliding down. He tightens with a sudden arousal that shocks him when he can feel the way Xichen's cock slides into him and he moans. "I can feel it, A-Huan, I can feel you. I'm going to-- I want to come again, I can't--"

How is he supposed to last like this?

A broken sound croaks free as he feels pressure from elsewhere, glancing down to see Jin Guangyao petting the swollen bump where Xichen's cock is fucking deepest.

"Sweetheart." It has such an effect on him that Xichen groans loudly and grinds in with shallow thrusts, lacing their fingers as he pets the same place in a lower abdomen. "Fuck, you're so small, so pretty ..."

It might have been galling for Jin Guangyao to have to literally look up at so many people but he's the perfect size for Xichen who abruptly gathers him up in an arm and levies him to sit up on his lap without an ounce of effort. There, that's better. Going against his lover's wishes, he doesn't seem in a hurry to help him and instead intends to edge him on his cock.

Kisses smear up and down Jin Guangyao's neck as Xichen gathers him up in the new position, going back to petting the bulge he's creating.

"Look how deep I am inside you, a-Yao, my love ..."

It slips out.