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It's a surprise to hear Jin Guangshan's voice say "Come in" when Lan Xichen knocks on Jin Guangyao's door that evening. His sworn brother had sent a servant to invite him over for some tea and conversation, as he often does whenever Lan Xichen is visiting Carp Tower, and it has always been a private affair. Nevertheless, Lan Xichen steps in, closing the door behind him. The room is empty, which only adds to his confusion. There is no trace of Lan Xichen's favorite tea on the table, wafting sweet jasmine odor, and neither Sect Leader Jin nor his son are anywhere to be seen.
A pained gasp comes from the bedroom, and Lan Xichen, curious, walks towards it. He stops on his tracks at the open door.
It takes him a while to make sense of what he is seeing. That man can only be his sworn brother, even if Lan Xichen has never seen him like this, naked, skin shiny with sweat, hair messed up and with a cock inside of him.
He is sitting on another man's lap, riding his cock. His hands hold his own legs open, displaying obscenely the point where the two bodies are joined. The other man has one arm around his torso, holding him up, and the other reaching around Jin Guangyao's right leg to sink two fingers alongside his cock. Jin Guangyao's rim is stretched taut around the cock and the fingers, red and shiny with oil and cum. The man must have fucked him once already, and this is the second round, or the third, or...
Lan Xichen doesn't realize who the other man is, ensorcelled as he is with that delectable image between his sworn brother's legs, until he speaks.
"I'm so glad you could join us, Sect Leader Lan," Jin Guangshan says, head poking from behind his son's shoulder.
Jin Guangyao's eyes open suddenly, staring directly at Lan Xichen for a second, before closing them firmly again and turning his head to the side, biting his lips to stifle a sob. There are tears running down his face, which is read and blotchy, as if he has been crying for a while. Lan Xichen had imagined that his sworn brother would be barely affected during sex, maintaining his smile as imperturbably as always. But no, it seems that he is so overwhelmed by pleasure that he cries.
By the pleasure of his father fucking him, a voice says numbly inside of him. What a slut.
Lan Xichen chastises himself for his unkind thoughts, and tries to force his tongue to work. "Huh?"
Not his most eloquent moment. But in his defense, Jin Guangshan has just done something with his fingers that made his son whimper, tensing as if he were trying to get away.
"Don't worry about him, he loves it, don't you?" Jin Guangshan asks, thrusting upwards and drawing a desperate sob from the boy on his lap. "He's very talented, too. You should try him out."
"What?" His eyes snap back up. Without his consent, they had slipped down Jin Guangyao's exposed body, towards the place where the small hole was too stretched. Lan Xichen wants to touch it with his tongue.
There is a small, repetitive sound coming from Jin Guangyao. Lan Xichen steps forward to hear it better.
"No, no, no, no, no..."
"Bah, pay no attention to him," Jin Guangshan says, moving the hand on his chest up to twist one of his nipples, hard. Jin Guangyao yelps, then shuts up. "He has been gagging for the opportunity to take you."
Lan Xichen looks at his sworn brother's face, red and scrunched up in pain. Is it true? He is always so solicitous with him, looking at him like Lan Xichen has hung the sun in the sky. Lan Xichen has entertained the thought that his affections might be returned, but…
"And, forgive my indiscretion..." Jin Guangshan continues, interrupting his train of thought, "but you want him as well, don't you?" He pauses for a minute, but Lan Xichen's mouth is too dry, and can't bring himself to answer. "Come closer and touch him, see if you like it."
As if under a spell, Lan Xichen walks forward until he is standing between Jin Guangshan's open legs. He takes Jin Guangyao's face between his hands and turns it towards him. His sworn brother resists at first, but then allows him to move him with a resigned sigh.
"A-Yao," Lan Xichen whispers, awed. Jin Guangyao opens his eyes and looks at Lan Xichen with a devastating expression, and Lan Xichen kisses him to escape it.
He tries to be as gentle and sweet as he can. He has kissed boys before, and has imagined kissing his sworn brother many times. Jin Guangyao's lips are unresisting but unresponsive under his, and Lan Xichen presses closer, sneaking his tongue between them. Only then does the other start to kiss him back, with a sudden desperation. Jin Guangyao bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, and Lan Xichen pulls back, startled.
"Stop," Jin Guangyao says, his eyes wild. "Don't--"
"So ungrateful," his father cuts him off. "I never kiss him. You shouldn't, either, it gives him ideas about his station."
Two big tears roll down Jin Guangyao's cheeks, and Lan Xichen catches them with his mouth. His sworn brother leans into the contact, eyes fluttering closed. "Er-ge..."
"He likes it, though," Jin Guangshan continues. "Look at him. He is never this hard when it's just me."
Lan Xichen looks down and confirms that, in effect, Jin Guangyao has started hardening. He drops one hand to his cock and encircles the length carefully, giving him a couple of loose strokes. Jin Guangyao moans, and immediately looks betrayed by his own reaction. Lan Xichen rubs his thumb back and forth over the head, and his sworn brother's eyes roll back on his head. It's impossible not to kiss him again, deep and filthy, and this time Jin Guangyao responds enthusiastically while pressing into his hand. Lan Xichen falls into temptation and drops his hand even lower, to were Jin Guangyao is stretched and full.
At the first tentative touch to his rim, his sworn brother jerks his head back, nearly hitting his father's head. "Don't--"
"There's still room, Xichen. He can take one more finger." His son starts to protest, but Jin Guangshan silences him by biting the juncture of his neck, hard.
He is dripping with it, with oil and spend, so Lan Xichen rubs his finger in the mess to lube it and then starts prodding. Maybe Jin Guangshan is wrong, and there is no more room, because he finds no opening that gives. He huffs, frustrated.
"You have to force it in. He can take it, he is used to worse."
Having said that, Jin Guangshan pulls his son's rim as far from his own cock as it will go, providing a small opening. Jin Guangyao screams, but Lan Xichen doesn't hear it over the rush of blood in his ears as he finally plunges his finger inside.
"No, no, no! Take it out, take it out, I can't--"
Once again Jin Guangshan twists his nipple to silence him, and the words stop, but the sobbing does not. Lan Xichen is staring mesmerized at the point where his finger disappears, distending the rim, and marvels at the texture of Jin Guangyao's insides.
In his distraction, Jin Guangshan starts murmuring something in his son's ear, mouthing his neck as he does. Lan Xichen only catches snippets of it, like good whore, and fuck you open, and he can feel his erection turn harder and harder. It feels transcendental, to have his finger inside his sworn brother, but it's not enough, he needs to fully own him, to leave his imprint deep inside him.
As if reading his thoughts, Jin Guangshan takes his own fingers out, digging them into the soft flesh of Jin Guangyao's cheeks to keep him open. "We can fuck him together."
There is a ringing in Lan Xichen's ears. It drowns everything else out, the internal voice screaming at him not to do it, Jin Guangyao's whimpers begging for the same. All he can see is that there is room for him, now; he removes his finger and wraps his hand around his cock, guiding it to where Jin Guangyao's body is open just for him.
It won't go in. Once again, it's too small. You have to force it in, he remembers Jin Guangshan saying, or maybe he is repeating it right now, Lan Xichen can't be sure. Regardless, he obeys the instruction once more, pushing forward until something gives and the head of his cock pops in.
The immediate searing heat and pressure make his head spin. He should go slowly, give Jin Guangyao time to adjust, but he can't; the impulse to keep going deep, deeper, deeper, is irresistible. It's a struggle. The fit is so tight it feels like it is grating layers off his cock. His sworn brother is shrieking and trashing, barely contained by his father's arms. Lan Xichen's hands come up to the back of Jin Guangyao's knees, keeping his legs up and his body open, exposed.
When Lan Xichen bottoms out, his head falls on his sworn brother's shoulder. He can feel everything. The quivering, slick insides of Jin Guangyao's body. Jin Guangshan's cock, snug against his own. Their breathings, three different rhythms but all panting, wild. He kisses his sworn brother's lips to comfort him or to quiet his cries, which have grown strident. It would be a tragedy if a servant overheard them and came to ask what is the matter, and Lan Xichen had to leave this pressure, this closeness.
He has imagined this, so many times. He had never expected Jin Guangshan to be a part of it, though, but Lan Xichen can ignore him, centering on the beautiful way Jin Guangyao sobs, the way his body spasms from the strain once they start moving again. He is not in the best position, half crouched, but it doesn't matter; he gets enough leverage to thrust forward, embedding himself in the unwilling body in front of him.
Jin Guangyao has gone flaccid, but Lan Xichen refuses to accept it. He pumps the soft flesh, willing it to harden, over and over, until his sworn brother is begging him to stop touching him. But Lan Xichen won't. He wants to mark him, inside and out. He wants to make that cock red with abuse, so Jin Guangyao will remember his hands every time he looks down at it, every time it brushes against his pants.
"You're so beautiful," Lan Xichen mumbles brokenly. "A-Yao, my wonderful A-Yao..." He should be careful with his words, since Jin Guangshan is listening, but it's hard to keep his true feelings inside him when Jin Guangyao is so close to him. "You feel so good... I always..."
His sworn brother looks at him with a betrayed expression, tears still falling from his eyes. "Why?" he asks, with a cry.
It angers Lan Xichen, and he slams harder into him. "You’d let your father fuck you but not me?" he demands, and Jin Guangyao closes his eyes, shaking his head.
"Of course not. I wanted… I wanted…"
He doesn’t finish that thought. Lan Xichen calms down a little, grinding deep into him instead of thrusting for a while, to give him time to rest. He starts moving in earnest again when his sworn brother’s sobs have abated and he just looks tired.
After a while, Jin Guangshan, who had already been fucking him before Lan Xichen came in, comes with a grunt. It fills Jin Guangyao’s insides with wetness, and the new sensation drives Lan Xichen crazy.
"Wait, let me get out…"
For a moment, Lan Xichen considers hitting Jin Guangshan hard enough to make him pass out, so he can continue fucking Jin Guangyao alongside his softening cock, but a little part of his brain that still cares about sect relations warns him against it. He pulls back long enough for Jin Guangshan to do the same and set his son on the bed, then he climbs over Jin Guangyao, bending him so his legs are flush with his chest, and fucks back inside.
Even though now it’s wetter, the fit is much looser. Lan Xichen protests in dismay, thrusting harder, but it does little to help.
"Ah, yes, he is too loose now, is he?" Jin Guangshan guesses. "Allow me."
He puts a hand between their bodies, giving one cursory stroke to Jin Guangyao’s soft cock and cupping his balls.
"No, please, Father…" Jin Guangyao begs, his body going rigid with fear.
"Shut up, whore. You’re no good to anyone like this. Take it like a man."
And without further ado, he squeezes his balls in his fist.
Well, perhaps crush would be a more appropriate word. Jin Guangyao wails like a dying animal, and his body tightens on Lan Xichen’s cock like a vice. The pleasure is mind-blowing, and with only two labored thrusts, Lan Xichen comes inside of him.
He slumps on top of his body, and Jin Guangshan pulls back his hand with a chuckle.
"If you wait a little, he will tighten up again, but if it’s not enough, you know what to do now."
The results were spectacular, but Lan Xichen isn’t sure that he would be up for doing that. His sworn brother is crying softly under him, shaking all over, and now that the haze of the orgasm is starting to dissipate, he is feeling a bit guilty. Jin Guangshan doesn’t seem to expect a response, though; he leaves the room without saying anything else.
With great effort, Lan Xichen lifts himself off Jin Guangyao, pulling out and dropping beside him on the bed. He gathers him in his arms, and his sworn brother comes willingly, hiding his face on Lan Xichen’s chest and continuing to cry there. Lan Xichen shushes him, caressing his back.
They stay like that for a long time, until the sweat starts cooling on their skin and Lan Xichen has to coax his sworn brother under the soiled blankets to avoid catching cold. Jin Guangyao looks at him, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.
"I didn’t want this," he says with a wobble in his voice.
Lan Xichen frowns. "You didn’t want me?"
"I did." Jin Guangyao closes his eyes as a tear escapes them. "I do."
"I’m sorry we were a little rough." Lan Xichen wants to promise that he won’t do it again, but it would be a lie. It felt so good to fuck him with another person, and if the opportunity presents itself again, Lan Xichen would be hard-pressed to refuse.
"I didn’t want this," Jin Guangyao repeats.
"Did you know he had summoned me?"
The other nods.
"Then you could have fought him. You were so pliant in his arms when I come in. Can you really say you weren’t waiting for me?"
"I thought you wouldn’t," he snaps back. "I thought you would save me."
"I cannot risk offending the Chief Cultivator, you know that," Lan Xichen chides him gently.
"I know. I hoped…" He sighs. "I don’t know what I hoped."
"I’m glad you didn’t fight him. I’m so glad you allowed me to do this, A-Yao." He kisses the other’s closed lids, and Jin Guangyao sighs again. "I will be more gentle, the next time."
His sworn brother nods, and doesn’t ask him for more.