xicheng fics

i don't like always being sweet (so check it!)

[this is simply a pwp - so skip this part if you don't like smut]

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The night was beautiful, the moon hung high in the sky, casting a serene glow in the pavilion, and the gentle wind was nice and cool, carrying the scent of fresh water and lotuses. The soft ripples of the waters surrounding them carried a relaxing melody, mixing pleasantly with the humming of the nocturnal life within Lotus Pier's greenery. It indeed was a magnificent night, but Jiang Cheng was entirely preoccupied to care.

Not when Lan Xichen's hands were hot and heavy on his waist, fingers leaving indents on his skin despite the layers of clothing. Jiang Cheng straddled Lan Xichen's lap, pressed up close against him, one hand tangled in his hair as they kissed feverishly, Jiang Cheng's other hand disappeared under the many layers of robes, palming Lan Xichen through his pants, making the elder moan quietly. Jiang Cheng found himself growing desperate as well, gasping softly as he rutted against Lan Xichen's thigh.

"Xichen, Xichen," Jiang Cheng murmured, pulling away for some air, his hand came down to rest on Lan Xichen's shoulder while the other finally slipped into his pants, his hand immediately wrapping around his shaft, drawing a soft moan from the other man, he smeared the precum all over before slowly pumping Lan Xichen's cock.

Normally, Jiang Cheng wasn't one to do something so vulgar out in the open like this, but when it came to Lan Xichen, Jiang Cheng loses all sense of propriety. His disciples knew to avoid patrolling near his private pavilion whenever Lan Xichen visited, and Jiang Cheng doesn't know whether to be grateful or mortified by this. (He'd choose to be grateful for now).

The tea they shared had been long forgotten, half-filled cups cooled down with the breeze as Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen got lost in the little bubble they created, drowning out the rest of the world as Lan Xichen pulled Jiang Cheng in for another kiss, open-mouthed and dirty as his hands slipped lower and lower, until Lan Xichen was gripping the plump flesh of his ass through his robes. What a sight Lan Xichen made, his usual pristine robes were rumpled, forehead ribbon askew, his pale skin painted a delicate red, the colour disappearing under his robes.

"Xichen, fuck, I need –" Jiang Cheng slurred, flushing at how wrecked and needy his voice sounded, the steady pace he had while jerking Lan Xichen off faltered, stuttering as Lan Xichen's hands continued to roam all over, making Jiang Cheng squirm on his lap. "I need you."

"Wanyin," Lan Xichen breathed out, voice low, dripping with desire, sending a shiver down Jiang Cheng's spine. Before Jiang Cheng could do anything else, he found himself being hoisted up, both his hands immediately when to hold Lan Xichen's shoulders while his legs wrapped around his waist.

"Xichen, what are you –" Jiang Cheng began, his words were cut off when Lan Xichen roughly placed him onto the table, knocking over their teacups and teapot, the liquid spilling all over the table, seeping into Jiang Cheng's robes, but he was far too gone to care. Jiang Cheng also heard the distinct shatter of porcelain, and he threw a glare at Lan Xichen. "You're paying for that, you hear!"

Lan Xichen just smiled at Jiang Cheng's words as he continued to manhandle Jiang Cheng into a comfortable position on the table, pushing his robes aside to gain access to his pants. Lan Xichen made quick work of getting rid of the offending fabric, causing Jiang Cheng to shiver as the cool air came into contact with his overheated skin, and Lan Xichen kneeled down. Jiang Cheng quickly toes off his boots and kicks off his pants, letting his legs fall open more, allowing more space for Lan Xichen. Jiang Cheng bit down hard on his lip to suppress a whimper as Lan Xichen dragged his hot mouth over Jiang Cheng's hip, leaving biting kisses all over before trailing kisses further down, sinking his teeth into Jiang Cheng's inner thigh, making Jiang Cheng moan at the sudden rush of pain. Emboldened by Jiang Cheng's reactions, Lan Xichen continued his assault until Jiang Cheng's thighs were littered with bite marks and finger-shaped bruises.