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Lan Sizhui claps a hand over his mouth so his panting isn’t too loud as he ruts, naked, against the firm pillow between his legs. His other arm is stretched in front of him, palm against the bed, giving him leverage and balance as he moves.
He’s going to have to wash the pillow, after. He can feel how wet it’s getting under him, his pussy leaking plenty as he chases that feeling, that finish, ever out of reach.
After a while, his muscles tire, and he sits back on his heels, just grinding down a bit against the pillow as he recovers, starting up again a minute or two later, faster this time. He lets out a frustrated little groan as the pleasure climbs and then plateaus again. The orgasm he knows should be possible never coming any closer.
There is a short gasp, and Sizhui turns to the door in alarm. He can feel the heat rushing to his face and ears as he looks over and sees Wei Wuxian standing there, gaping a little bit.
The man looks away, his own face also very red, “I’m so sorry, Sizhui, I thought you said ‘come in’. I’m- I’m going now.” He stammers out, turning on his heel, “We’ll save a portion of dinner for you, take your time!”
“Baba, wait!” The words are out of his mouth before he can think better of them.
The other man pauses, but doesn’t turn around, “A-Yuan? What is it?”
“I… I don’t know how to do this. It’s not working. I’ve- I’ve been trying for years, off and on, and I never, I’ve never… It’s so frustrating, Baba, I just want to come!” He knows he sounds a little hysterical by the end, but he can’t help it. There are tears at the corners of his eyes and he brings a hand up to wipe them away, sniffing a bit.
Wuxian still does not turn around, “Baobei… I’m sorry, that sounds very frustrating, but… I don’t know what you want me to do about it.” He sounds very unsure, like he has no idea what to do or say.
Sizhui bites his lip, chewing on it a bit as he builds up his courage. His next sentence comes out small and a little scared, almost a squeak, “Help me?”
Wuxian seems to freeze where he stands, still facing the door. His voice is equally high pitched, “Help you?”
Sizhui rushes to backtrack, the tears traveling down from where they’d been welling up again, “I’m sorry, forget I said anything. I didn’t- I don’t-” He cuts himself off with a hiccup of a sob, more tears following as he shoves himself away from the pillow and pulls a blanket over his lap, covering up. He starts crying properly, covers his eyes with one hand, mortified at having dared to ask something so absurd. He knew it was a bad idea. He’s always known his attraction to the men who’d brought him up was wrong. He’d promised himself he’d never say anything, never ruin what he had with them, and now he’s gone and done it anyway, on a stupid impulse, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He sobs.
He hears the door slide shut, and he thinks his baba has left, but then the bed dips beside him, a gentle hand coming to rest on his bare back, stroking up and down soothingly, “Hush, A-Yuan, I’m not mad, I promise.”
“You should be. I know I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry.”
“Well I’m not, and I don’t mind. You just… Caught me by surprise.” Wuxian is silent for a moment, “Is that really something you want from me? I won’t be upset, I promise, no matter what your answer is.”
Sizhui nods, hand still covering his eyes in embarrassment. After a moment he speaks, “I… I’ve thought about it a lot.” He admits between the sobs.
Baba moves the arm from his back, wrapping it around his shoulder and pulling him into a sideways hug, “I had no idea.” He says, tucking Sizhui’s head under his chin as his tears slow a little bit.
Sizhui gives half a shrug, “You weren’t supposed to. I didn’t want to disgust you. I didn’t want to ruin our relationship.”
He can feel the man’s head shake against his, “You haven’t ruined anything. You should never be afraid of that. You couldn’t possibly disgust me, baobei.”
Sizhui cries a little harder in relief, clinging to his baba. The man lets him, holds him close for several minutes until the tears come to a stop, and Sizhui pulls away a bit, wiping at his eyes. He still can’t bring himself to look up at him.
The silence lingers for another minute, and then Wuxian speaks softly, “If it’s really something you want, if you’re really sure of that, I would be willing to help.”
Sizhui finally looks up at him in surprise, eyes wide and red-rimmed, “You would?”
Wuxian tucks a stray strand of hair behind his ear, smoothing the hand down over his head and back, “Yes. But A-Yuan, I don’t want to mess anything up between us, either. So you have to promise me that you’ll tell me the second I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, okay?” He grasps both of Sizhui’s hands in his, looking him in the eye, “Your comfort is paramount, everything else comes second. Even if it's something I said I want, or you think I’ll be upset if you say no to something. I promise I won’t be, I promise the only thing that matters to me is that you’re happy. Even if you say yes to something and then change your mind. Do you understand?”
Sizhui nods eagerly, wiping at his eyes again with the back of his hand, “I understand. Can we, um… now?”
Baba nods, “If you’re feeling up to it. If not, we can wait for another time.”
Sizhui almost cuts him off, “I’m feeling up to it.”
Wuxian laughs a bit and reaches behind him, picking up the pillow that Sizhui had been using. He runs a finger over the damp spot, and Sizhui blushes, looking away again, “You were really wet, huh?” He observes, tone neutral, “You’ve really never had an orgasm before?”
Sizhui shakes his head, “I don’t think so. I think I’d know, wouldn’t I? It always feels like it's right there, just out of reach.”
Wuxian nods, “Yeah, you’d know.” There’s a slightly awkward pause, “How would you like me to help?”
Sizhui gives half a shrug, still pretty embarrassed, too embarrassed to ask for what he wants with any specificity, “I don’t know. Touch me?”
His baba laughs a bit, “Well yes, I figured that would be part of it. But how would you like me to touch you, baobei? Do you want my hand, my mouth…?”
Sizhui notes that he only offers those two things, wonders if he’d let him have more. Let him have his cock. For now, though, he’ll take the options presented, “Can- Can I have your mouth?” He asks, shy.
Wuxian nods, “Of course.” He sets the pillow aside and asks, “Is leaning over the pillow in that position what gets you closest?” Sizhui nods, and Baba presses a kiss to his forehead. Sizhui takes the opportunity to pull him down for a proper kiss, smashing their lips together a bit haphazardly. His baba’s lips are warm against his, chapped, and Sizhui can feel the smile at the corner of them.
After a moment he pulls away, to ask, to make sure, “Is that okay?”
The man’s smile widens, and he moves until their lips are pressed together again, moving against Sizhui’s for a few long moments, “Anything you want is okay, A-Yuan.” He says as he pulls away. Sizhui returns the smile shyly. His baba kicks off his boots and climbs onto the bed, laying down with his head near the headboard, “Come here,” He beckons with both hands, “We’ll do it like this, in the same position, hopefully that will help.”
Sizhui looks at him and blushes harder at the thought, “I’m- You want me to sit on you?”
The look his baba sends him is soft, “Only if you want to, baobei.”
He swallows, a little bit of nervousness fluttering in his stomach, but he likes the idea. He’s getting wet again. He tenses his thighs just a bit to feel the arousal better, make it stronger, “I want to.” He hesitates for just another moment, then moves the blanket off of his lap, crawling onto the bed after the other man.
Wuxian coaxes him closer, directing him to throw a leg over him until he’s straddling his chest. Sizhui feels… very vulnerable, in this position, his cunt so close to his baba’s face. It’s not a bad feeling, though. He trusts the other man implicitly, and he wants this. It’s just… new.
His baba wraps his hands around the outside of his bare thighs, and nudges Sizhui to walk forward on his knees until he’s right above his face. Sizhui looks down, and he’s sure his face is bright red.
Wuxian just looks back up at him, squeezing his thighs gently, “Grab onto the headboard, baobei.” Sizhui does as he’s told, and his baba touches his lips to his inner thigh in a light kiss, “Okay? You still want to do this? We can stop anytime.”
Sizhui shakes his head, “Don’t want to stop.”
Wuxian just strokes his thigh once in answer and then nudges him again, pulling him down gently onto his face. Sizhui lets himself be maneuvered, shutting his eyes and balancing against the headboard.
He gasps and gives an involuntary little shiver as his baba’s tongue licks teasingly up his slit. Wuxian clearly takes this as encouragement, and does it again, firmer this time, lingering on his clit at the end of the stroke.
He explores him thoroughly with his mouth, licking everything, gathering up his juices where they’ve leaked onto his thighs. When he sticks his tongue inside Sizhui’s entrance, he lets out another little noise and can’t help rocking slightly against his face.
He tries to stop himself, after a moment, but Wuxian isn’t having that. He pulls away for just a second, “A-Yuan, you can move your hips, you won’t hurt me, I promise. You won’t come if you can’t relax into it. Do whatever feels good.”
He puts his mouth right back where it was, tongue slipping back inside him, teasing at his inner walls, and Sizhui gives a little thrust of his hips again. His baba encourages it, one hand moving to his ass and pressing forward, coaxing him to move even more. Before long, Sizhui is fucking himself on Wuxian’s tongue, the headboard creaking as he uses it for leverage.
Wuxian hums a bit, and Sizhui hips stutter, grinding down more forcefully against his baba’s face. He moves his tongue, pulling it out of Sizhui and giving him another few licks before pressing it flat against his son’s clit and leaving it there, moving just a bit. He hums again, and Sizhui almost doubles over, crying out and leaning heavily with one arm against the headboard, the other reaching down to grab at his baba’s hair, tangling in it. Wuxian leaves his tongue against his clit and Sizhui rocks down onto it hard, faster, just the way he’d been doing with the pillow earlier.
Somehow this is so much better, and he can feel the pleasure building, and building, and for the first time it doesn’t stop. The pleasant twisting low in his belly keeps growing until he reaches the edge, thighs trembling and trying to close around his baba’s head as he tumbles over it, his grip on the headboard white-knuckled. It’s like an explosion, and it’s the best thing he’s ever felt, and his baba just hums and flutters his tongue all the way through it, letting Sizhui use him like a toy.
Sizhui realizes a few moments later, as he’s coming down from his high, that he’s also been gripping Wuxian’s hair awfully tight. He lets go, “Sorry! Did that hurt?”
Baba gives his pussy another few licks, and Sizhui makes another little involuntary noise, hips jerking at the feeling of oversensitive pleasure bordering on pain. He rocks into it for another few seconds, and then pulls back as it becomes too much, moving to sit on Wuxian’s chest again.
Wuxian grins up at him, nose and cheeks and chin all wet and shiny with his slick, “I’m fine, baobei, don’t worry. Was that good? It seemed like you came.”
Sizhui nods vigorously, “I did!” He can’t help but grin back, “Thank you, baba, It felt amazing.”
There’s a soft rapping on the door, and a voice calls out, “Sizhui? Is Wei Ying in there with you? Dinner is getting cold.” Sizhui gives another helpless little grind down onto his baba’s chest at the sound of Lan Wangji’s voice. Wuxian looks up at him with one eyebrow raised. Sizhui blushes for the millionth time that night and looks away.
Baba whispers at him, “Do you want me to invite him in? Would you like him seeing you like this, A-Yuan?”
Sizhui gapes at him, whispering back, “Won’t he be mad?”
Wuxian strokes a hand up his side, “Of course not, baobei. I wouldn’t have offered if I thought he’d be upset about it.”
The knock comes again, “Sizhui? Are you in there?”
Sizhui hesitates for a moment, then, “Come in, A-Die!” He can’t bring himself to turn around and look as the door slides open, just stares a little nervously at his baba’s reassuring smile.
There’s a sharp intake of breath, just like when Wuxian had accidentally walked in, “...A-Yuan? Wei Ying?”
Wuxian looks over at his husband and smiles, face still obviously wet with Sizhui’s fluids. He pats their son’s thigh, “Sorry about dinner, love. I was just helping Sizhui with a little problem. I think he’d like it if you wanted to help, too.”
Lan Wangji takes a couple of slow steps into the room, “Problem?”
Baba strokes the hand down his side again, “Tell him what was wrong, baobei.”
Sizhui still doesn’t look over at his father, “I, um, I’d never had an orgasm, and Baba walked in while I was trying, and I- I asked for help.”
The man walks even closer, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to them, and Sizhui can no longer avoid his piercing gaze. His hands find their way unconsciously in front of his cunt, hiding himself. Wuxian gently grasps his wrists and moves them away, onto his thighs, and then he spreads the lips of his cunt open with his own hands, giving his husband an even better look.
Sizhui closes his eyes, face burning, arousal and nerves fluttering together in the pit of his stomach. He feels his cunt throbbing, and he wonders if they can see it twitching with the pleasure of being observed like this.
His father speaks, “And did he help? Were you able to orgasm?” Sizhui nods, eyes still closed, “Look at me, xingan.” Sizhui opens his eyes, and meets his father’s, “Are you enjoying yourself, right now? Would you like me to leave?”
He squirms on Baba’s chest, “I’m enjoying myself. I don’t want you to leave. Is that- Is that okay?”
His father nods, touching his cheek gently, looking at him earnestly, “Anything A-Yuan wants is okay.”
Wuxian’s fingers run up and down his cunt as he looks at his father, mouth parting slightly at the pleasant sensation. He feels a little bold, like maybe what he wants really is okay. He rocks down against his baba’s chest, needing some kind of pressure against his clit, “A-Die, I- I want your cock. Inside me, please.”
His fathers share a look, some sort of silent communication passing between them, and then their eyes are back on him, sending yet another little thrill through him. Wangji nods, pulling his own boots off and shifting on the bed until he’s sitting up against the headboard, right next to his husband’s head. He undoes his belt and sash, opening his robes just enough to get to the ties of his pants. He unlaces them, and his cock springs free, large and already half-hard.
Sizhui’s mouth waters at the sight, and for a moment he’s distracted from his goal of having it in his pussy, and instead thinks about how nice it would be to suck on. His baba beats him to it, though, almost dislodging Sizhui from his chest as he scoots closer and opens his mouth. Wangji helps, bringing his hips closer so that his husband can mouth along the side and suck on the tip. Sizhui watches hungrily as Die feeds his cock further into Wuxian’s mouth until it’s partially in his throat, holding it there for a second before pulling all the way out.
His father sits back against the headboard again and reaches out a hand towards him, “Come here.” Sizhui puts his hand in the offered one, and Wangji helps him climb off of Wuxian’s chest and into Wangji’s lap, “Turn around, A-Yuan.” He obeys, turning so his back faces his father’s chest. The larger man pulls him back, flush with his body, and lifts him by the thighs. A gentle kiss is pressed to the side of his neck, “You’re sure, xingan?”
Sizhui nods quickly, turning and reaching up to weave a hand into his father’s hair, fingers tangling with his forehead ribbon. His father does not tell him off, just lets his son pull him down into a kiss. His lips are smoother than baba’s, but press more firmly, more aggressively against his own. It feels nice. A tongue runs across the seam of Sizhui’s lips and he laughs, opening his mouth to welcome it inside. Wangji’s tongue runs along his teeth, the roof of his mouth, slides against his own tongue. The man’s cock presses insistently against his lower back.
He pulls away slightly, just enough to say, “Put it in, please, A-Die.”
Wuxian reaches over between Sizhui’s legs and grasps the base of his husband’s cock. Wangji lifts him a bit further into the air and together they line him up. The tip presses searingly hot against his entrance, and as he’s lowered onto it slowly, he thinks for a moment that it won’t fit, but then the head pops inside, ridge and all, and the rest glides in easily after it.
He’s still so wet from before, and now he’s so full, so much fuller than just his baba’s tongue. It’s a whole different sensation, and he squirms, feeling it twitch inside him, feeling it drag against his walls. He clenches down experimentally, and his father makes a choked off little noise in his ear, “A-Yuan…”
He looks over at Wuxian, who is propped up on one arm now, gazing at the two of them with adoration, eyes flicking between their faces and where their bodies are joined. His father shifts, spreading his own legs a little bit and lowering sizhui down the rest of the way, setting Sizhui’s legs down so they’re stretched wide over his own. He wraps one arm around his son’s waist, holding him close, and the other hand rubs teasingly over his belly.
Sizhui almost feels like he’s on display for his baba, and he loves the thought, loves it even more when Wangji slips that hand further down to find his clit, playing with it, rubbing it firmly.
“You look so beautiful like this, A-Yuan.”
His eyes snap to Wuxian at the praise, mouth open in a wordless noise as his father plays with him, “Ahh.”
Wuxian runs a hand up and down his thigh, “So perfect for us, baobei.” Wangji starts thrusting up into him, using the arm around his waist to pull him down onto his cock. The thrusts are short but deep, brushing against a very nice spot inside of him, and he can’t help but clench down again to feel it all better. His father moans again. Sizhui likes it when he does that, likes knowing he made it happen.
“Ah! A-Die, faster, faster.” He cries out. He only feels bad about the demanding tone for a moment, because his father gives him what he wants, fucking into him faster. Little punched out noises leave him with each breath as the man’s cock pumps into him, and he can’t stop them, doesn’t want to stop them, doesn’t care because it all just feels so good.
Wuxian scoots closer, laying down between their legs and for a second Sizhui thinks he’s just getting a better look, but then he leans forward, and his father’s hand leaves his clit so that Wuxian can kiss it. His hips jerk roughly forward, and his baba moves down a bit, licking at his cunt and around his husband’s cock, exploringly teasingly where their bodies join before traveling back up.
Sizhui throws his head back against Wangji’s shoulder, eyes closing as Wuxian sucks insistently on his clit, “Baba!” The hand not tangled in his father’s hair find’s its way to Wuxian’s again, holding him close against his body.
The combined sensations ache in a way his baba’s mouth on him alone didn’t. It’s a good ache, an ache deep in his core that makes him clench and writhe and buck his hips. An ache that intensifies with each drag of that cock against his walls, as Baba sucks on his clit.
It gets stronger and stronger, mixing with the more familiar light and fluttery feeling of arousal in his belly, all of it pulsing inside him until it explodes again in a burst of powerful sensation, and he comes again, even more strongly this time, fingers pulling at his fathers’ hair desperately.
A long, low moan resonates through him from Wangji’s chest, the sound coming more from inside him than through his mouth as he comes as well. Sizhui can feel it all, can feel his hips stuttering, his cock twitching within him as he fills him up with hot seed.
Baba keeps sucking on his clit, longer this time than he’d licked him before, and it’s even better, the waves of pleasure just keep coming and his hips try to twitch away from the intense sensation but there’s nowhere for him to go, this time. He could ask him to stop, but he likes it, likes the intensity of it. It’s too much, but it’s so good, dragging out his orgasm until the heightened sensitivity begins to fade away.
The cock inside him begins to soften, getting smaller. Their combined fluids begin to leak out of him slowly, dripping onto his father’s robes. He can’t bring himself to move. Wuxian keeps licking and sucking, and the pleasure begins to build again, despite how tired Sizhui feels. His hips buck weakly against the sensation, and after just another minute or two, softened cock still inside him, another orgasm hits him.
This one is weaker, and doesn’t last as long, but it’s still pleasant, still warms him through, a bright burst of fire in the placid lake of pleasure he feels like he’s floating in. When the waves of that last orgasm pass, when his cunt stops pulsing with it, his baba finally stops, sitting up and giving him a wet kiss.
He can taste himself on the other man’s lips. He thinks he likes that.
He would be content to float here in the afterglow forever, but it doesn’t take long for his stomach to growl.
Wuxian kisses him again, and this time Sizhui can taste his smile, “Time for dinner, baobei.”
He feels his father nod against the side of his head, and Sizhui sighs, tranquil, eyes still closed, “Okay.”