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It's kind of ironic that the only thing Jin Guangyao can think about right now, with the heavy weight of his father's cock in his mouth, is how much time he is wasting.
He needs to speak to the head cook in order to ascertain how many extra hands he will need for the wedding banquet, and if he has any recommendations on who to hire. The amount of red silk they ordered for the tower's decorations turned out to be too small, and Jin Guangyao needs to find another supplier with a similar material, which will require him to make several home visits to the city's artisans. He needs to speak to a servant girl's family, find out how much gold will it take for them not to announce their daughter's fate at the hands of Jin Guangshan to the world.
The cock tastes acidic and irony with slick and blood. That his father has just fucked someone is a given during these sessions, because he likes his cock warmed when it can remain soft for as long as possible, but the blood worries him. Did Jin Guangshan defile another virgin, adding onto the pile of things that Jin Guangyao has to fix? Was it rape, or just rough sex?
He will ask, after they are done. No point in thinking about it when he can't do anything about it. Instead he drafts a letter to Lan Xichen in his head, carefully folding together personal inquiries and the start of the negotiations of the fishing rights in a river which runs in Gusu but near the border of Lanling. He will remember it perfectly, and will only need to find a pocket of time to actually write it down. He reckons he doesn't need to sleep that much, anyway, so he can dedicate one of those five hours to it.
He tries not to think about all the things he would be able to do if he didn't have to kneel there, mouth stuffed full, every time his father got his dick wet. He had suggested once arranging a little desk so he could continue working on the side, but Jin Guangshan had laughed like it was a hilarious joke. Jin Guangyao had prentended it was to avoid displeasing him.
"Ah, that feels good," Jin Guangshan sighs, and Jin Guangyao hates, hates, hates how bright it makes him feel, how it makes warmth unfurl in his chest like a flower.
If he didn't crave validation from this man like air, he would be so much further in life. Perhaps in the Cloud Recesses, working under Lan Xichen as his right hand man, and warming his bed at night.
Instead of warming his ungrateful father's cock, and not staying on top of the million things he needs to do.
The door creaks open. With a start, Jin Guangyao tries to back away, drop the length in his mouth, but Jin Guangshan is faster and presses his head down with a meaty hand, keeping him in place. Panic explodes across his veins; there is no way they can keep whoever came in quiet if they see them. The rumor about Jin Guangyao letting his own father use him like a whore will travel like fire until it's in everyone's mouths and everyone's looks and...
"Father," the person who came in says, and Jin Guangyao's brain is, for once, completely silent. "A-Yao," Jin Zixuan greets him as well with some hesitation, with something broken in his voice.
He burns with the shame of it. His half-brother is the only person in this tower that treats him with respect, by a mile. Jin Zixuan smiles at him and encourages him and talks with their father behind Jin Guangyao's back to get him to be more paternal with him. A useless endeavor, but Jin Guangyao is touched. If he had to pick a member of his family to fuck, it would be him, which might be an odd thought to have, but Jin Guangyao will blame the circumstances.
Such as, the cock in his mouth that begins hardening as Jin Zixuan steps closer. Mm. Interesting. Is Jin Guangyao's humiliation the cause of it, or is it the presence of his eldest child? Has Jin Guangyao been a substitute for the real thing all along?
He feels a little insulted. Which is odd. That shouldn't be in his priorities. But at least it distracts him from imagining what his brother's face looks like, after finding them like this.
"I brought you the letter you requested," Jin Zixuan says, his voice back to its usual studied indifference. Jin Guangyao is livid with the knowledge that this was planned, that Jin Guangshan wanted him to catch them.
Jin Zixuan places the letter on the table. Out of the corner of his eye, Jin Guangyao sees that he is looking at him, before averting his eyes with a blush.
"You can take him, after, if you want," Jin Guangshan offers, and Jin Guangyao wants to rebel, to buck and writhe like a snake until he is free of his grip, to bite down.
He does none of these things. He closes his eyes and wills himself not to cry. If Jin Zixuan accepts the offer, he will not be able to stop the tears.
"I have things to do," Jin Zixuan replies disinterestedly, walking back to the door with a quickened pace, and leaving without being dismissed. Jin Guangyao slumps where he is in relief.
"Wouldn't you like that? To warm your brother's cock? Since you like serving your family so much."
The urge to roll his eyes almost overwhelms Jin Guangyao, but he stops himself. His father's dirty talk is always crass to the point of boredom. Jin Guangshan has gotten himself excited, though, cock fully hard, and he starts pulling his son's hair and fucking his mouth. Jin Guangyao relaxes his throat and lets it happen, making sure to cover his teeth.
In his head, he begins drafting another letter he needs to write.
In his rooms, Jin Zixuan masturbates furiously to the memory of his brother's spit-slick lips stretched wide around a cock, and comes all over the floor with a mix of elation, shame, and guilt.