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“Jiang Cheng…”
Jiang Cheng braces for whatever excuse Huaisang plans to make in that whiny voice, fighting down frustration. It’s fine. He’s fine. It only took a damn incense time to reach this point, and he was finally getting into it, but whatever. Whatever!
Nie Huaisang braces his palms on the rock ledge on either side of Jiang Cheng. It’s a shame he’s using that wheedling tone, the one that instantly pisses Jiang Cheng off, because this is otherwise a good look for him: hair curling and sticking to his delicate face, steam and sweat highlighting the lean muscles of his chest and shoulders.
Then he opens his mouth and ruins it.
“I just don’t think it’s a good idea to continue out here, what if someone comes outside? Ahh, that would be too much trouble to explain. And what if someone sees my A-Cheng in this state? No, that won’t do, not at all.”
For fuck’s sake. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”
Huaisang gasps — incredibly fake, the bastard doesn’t even pretend to hide his smile — and moves in for a kiss, licking into Jiang Cheng’s mouth, working his hips in shallow thrusts. Not quite what Jiang Cheng wants, but getting closer.
The moment Jiang Cheng slides his arms around broad shoulders to reciprocate, ready to finally get on with it after ages of teasing, Nie Huaisang grabs under his thighs and lifts.
Huaisang is Huaisang, always playing coy and delicate with his fan while drowning his musculature under layers of oversized robes, and it’s easy to forget that he inherited the brute strength characteristic of Qinghe Nie. Jiang Cheng has a solid head of height on him, and Huaisang can still throw him around like a sack of rice.
Fully upright, Huaisang adjusts his grip on Jiang Cheng’s thighs, and his own weight sinks him to the hilt on Huaisang’s cock. Jiang Cheng sucks his lower lip between his teeth to stay quiet, squeezing Huaisang’s hips with his legs.
The water of the hot spring reaches Huaisang mid-thigh, slowing his steps toward the shallow end of the pool. Each step grinds his cock into Jiang Cheng in a way that’s maddening and not enough stimulation.
Unfortunately Jiang Cheng can still think — full offense to his lover — so he grabs the nearest outer robe as they pass the benches laid out for guests, drapes the rich green and black fabric awkwardly over his shoulders. Their room isn’t far. There don’t appear to be any other guests, and the lantern in the innkeeper's room had been out when they slipped outside for a soak, tacit acknowledgement of Jiang Cheng’s overpayment for their stay with the understanding that the staff would make themselves scarce. Still, better safe than sorry.
Then the fucker stops. Again. Jiang Cheng is going to kill him; forget not causing a scene.
“I think,” Jiang Cheng suggests, trying (unsuccessfully) to sound seductive instead of annoyed, “that you should find the nearest vertical surface and get on with it, or else put me down and I’ll get myself off.”
“Standing up? That’s so much work though,” Huaisang complains, and Jiang Cheng is about to scold him when his back collides with the privacy fence around the spring.
Gods, fucking finally. The first deep thrust curls his toes with pleasure, intensified by his cock rubbing across Huaisang’s abdomen. Jiang Cheng drags his hands up broad shoulders, palming the back of Huaisang’s neck to hold him close for desperate, loose-mouthed kisses while Huaisang finally throws all of that Nie strength into fucking him senseless. Long, deep strokes have him back at the edge fast enough that he’s dizzy with it, aching for it.
“So heavy,” Huaisang groans into his mouth, panting with exertion.
“Ah, hah, A-Sang, if you stop again I swear I’ll whip your soul out of the reincarnation cycle, see if I don’t—”
Jiang Cheng comes hard, holding Huaisang close with all four limbs, and Huaisang works him through overstimulation to chase his own peak, coming inside with a shuddering moan.
Huaisang slumps forward, pinning Jiang Cheng to the wall, and he gets in a few lazy kisses before Huaisang starts complaining. “Uhh. So tired. Your turn to carry me, Jiang-xiong.”
“You think I can walk after that?”
“A-Cheng…!”
Jiang Cheng huffs, brushes sweaty waves of hair back from Huaisang’s temples, leans into the fond exasperation this ridiculous man makes him feel. It probably shows on his face, so he doesn’t bother to put it into words.
(Huaisang carries him back to bed, in the end, with much complaining about having to work this late at night, but he adjusts his green outer robe to sit more securely around Jiang Cheng’s shoulders first.
Jiang Cheng rides him into the bed, half apology for making him work so hard, half excuse to show off how simple it is to stay quiet about how much his thighs ache by the end.
All in all, it’s a successful first night of vacation.)