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The night hunt went well enough- with how much they've improved the barriers around the lands surrounding the main compound -the lessons at the Cloud Recesses were effective, who'd have thought?- only the stronger creatures are able to break through, so they got a decent workout, all of them sore, exhausted and covered in sweat and mud but still victorious. Nie Mingjue even beat the rest of the party's kills by two whole creatures, as evidenced by Father's sullen grumbling.
"Next time I'm going to ask Cimu to come with us instead," Nie Mingjue snorts, bumping his shoulder against Father's. "At least she wouldn't be a sore loser."
"That's because you wouldn't win," Father rolls his eyes. "Your stepmother cheats."
"She'll love hearing that, I'm sure."
"Ungrateful brat." Father gives his shoulder a shove, sending him stumbling off to the side as they reach the main gate of the Unclean Realm and the guard waiting there. "Peng Yun, how was everything here?"
"Things were very quiet, Nie-zongzhu," the man nods. "Two minor demons broke through the barrier near Chenyun, but the juniors on patrol took care of it."
"Good to know, tell them I'll be expecting a report. We'll be going n-"
"Ah- one more thing," Peng Yun says. "Nie-gongzi's fated is here."
What.
"I- what?" Nie Mingjue blinks. "How is Xichen here?"
Peng Yun shrugs. "Nie-furen and Sang-er went down to town for some shopping, and they brought Lan-gongzi back with them."
"I trust the kitchens have been warned that my future son-in-law is staying for dinner?" Father asks.
"For sure, sir. They're hard at work already, the food will be ready at the usual time."
"Hm. Good," Father grunts approvingly before he starts leading the group into the compound.
"Shixiong must be happy," Xiao Feixuan says, stepping up to him as they walk across the courtyard. "You haven't seen him in a while, have you?"
"Not for a few months, no," Nie Mingjue clears his throat, but anything else he might've said is interrupted by Father clapping loudly to get their attention.
"Any wounded, head for the healer. Everyone else go make yourselves presentable," he orders. "The Gusu Lan have shown our disciples hospitality before, let no one say the Qinghe Nie couldn't measure up."
"Yes Nie-zongzhu!" the hunting party scatters at hastily, leaving father and son alone to walk towards the inner side of the complex, where the main family's buildings are located.
"I would've thought you'd be more enthusiastic," Father observes.
"Oh, I'm happy," Nie Mingjue mutters under his breath.
They've seen each other alright- even though Nie Mingjue couldn't attend this year's lessons at the Cloud Recesses -not for lack of invitation, but because Father had to travel to Lanling for a couple months and Nie Mingjue had to stay at the Unclean Realm in his stead-, there was that conference in Lotus Pier at the beginning of the year with Nie Mingjue accompanying Father and Xichen accompanying his uncle, and then that one time their night hunt parties ran into each other a few months ago.
Thing is, neither of those two occasions allowed for much privacy, and though they'd done their best with what they had, a couple rushed make out sessions behind a tree or a house hadn't exactly been enough, if the messenger talismans that arrive at Nie Mingjue's room late at night a few times a week are anything to go by- and he'd love to reply in detail, but his messenger talismans are no Lan snow owls and the last thing he wants is for Lan Qiren to intercept one of them and get a first hand account of everything Nie Mingjue would like to do to his beloved nephew.
And now Xichen is here, on a decidedly unofficial visit judging by the lack of his uncle or other escorts, and all Nie Mingjue can think is that the five snake demons weren't enough to bring him down, but his fated just might be.
Some of it must show on his face, because Father laughs and claps his shoulder with enough strength to shove him forward.
"It's not easy, huh?" he asks, amused and fond and much too knowing for Nie Mingjue's taste. "Drink some water, brat. Let no one say the Qinghe Nie couldn't measure up."
"Please don't," Nie Mingjue grunts, and rushes towards his rooms where a bath has hopefully been drawn already, trying to ignore his father's amused snort.
It's not like he hasn't been waiting for the chance, he thinks as he sinks in the hot water and hastily undoes his hair to wash it too.
On the contrary, he's been dreaming of an opportunity to make a better impression. Their first time had been... not terrible, but also not the stuff of the raunchy ballads the older disciples like to request from the song girls when they go out to drink.
However, spring books are a copper piece a dozen in Qinghe, and Nie Mingjue has had many solitary nights to study- if he keeps his wits about him and doesn't turn into a bumbling idiot like every time he sees his fated, he should be able to give Xichen a great welcome later tonight.
Hopefully.
He does turn into a bumbling idiot, but he thinks he's justified, alright?
Xichen is wearing the blue and silver brocade sash Nie Mingjue sent him on his birthday some weeks ago, and when he leans over to accept the cup of tea Nie Ningyu served him, Nie Mingjue gets a glimpse of his spousal braid peeking through the rest of his ink-black hair, still tied with the little silver ring Nie Mingjue put on him over a year ago, how is he supposed to work normally after that?!
"So what brings Lan-gongzi so far from Gusu?" Father asks after the food is served.
"Ah, shufu sent me to Qishan on sect business," Xichen says, ignoring his 'no talking during meals' rule as he pretends not to notice Huaisang sneakily transferring his own vegetables to his plate.
"And he had no problem with you taking a detour on your way back?" Father asks, arching an eyebrow.
"He did not," Xichen smiles in that polite, detached way that Nie Mingjue knows perfectly well, meaning Lan Qiren had no problem with Xichen stopping here because he was never asked about it. "I hope I didn't inconvenience Nie-zongzhu and his family by arriving without notice?"
Father lets out one of his gruff, amused snorts. "No inconvenience in hosting my future son-in-law."
"This one is grateful," Xichen bows his head slightly, and Nie Mingjue thinks it's a little unfair Xichen seems to be doing a much better job at cozying up to his future in-laws than he did, but then again Xichen's future in-laws aren't Lan Qiren, so the scales were a bit unbalanced from the start.
The rest of the dinner goes by quickly enough- Xichen brings out a little box with sesame honeyed cakes for desert, tells Huaisang his brother sends his regards and promises he'll look at his calligraphy tomorrow morning, he's very excited to do so but he's just really tired after the trip, surely he understands?
"It is getting late. Huaisang and I should take our leave too, actually," Nie Ningyu excuses herself. "I'll escort Lan-gongzi to his guest rooms."
"Good idea," Father snorts, reaching over to brush a stray sesame seed left stuck to Nie Ningyu's lower lip. "You know, just so he doesn't get lost. Good night, you three."
"Nie-zongzhu, Mingjue," Xichen bows in farewell, before letting Huaisang pull him out of the dining hall like a particularly patient white silk kite and leaving Nie Mingjue looking after him in a daze.
Father smacks him on the back of the head. "Close your mouth."
"It wasn't open," Nie Mingjue grunts back. "Can I go to sleep?"
"Will you actually go to sleep?" Father arches an eyebrow.
"Eventually." Nie Mingjue shrugs, then leans back to avoid Father's second smack. "What? You said the Qinghe Nie had to measure up!"
Father rolls his eyes. "Just be discreet. This is not the Cloud Recesses, people can gossip here."
"I'm a paragon of subtlety," Nie MIngjue gives a hasty bow before booking it towards his room.
Now he should wait for a bit. Xichen probably is tired from the trip, and he'll probably be taking a bath and resting a little, before- yes. He sets to rifling through the chest under his bed to pull out the little jar full of oily paste he got from a very secret and very embarrassing shopping trip into town, as well as giving himself one last, evaluating look in the polished silver mirror to make sure everything is in place.
After he deems the wait long enough, he slides the door open quietly and goes on his merry way, avoiding the patrolling disciples as best he can as he heads towards the guest wing of the complex.
"May I come in?" he whispers hurriedly, knocking on the doorframe.
The door slides open without any noise, and Nie Mingjue's mouth dries up because that means there's a silencing talisman set inside, which are definitely not standard equipment for Nie guest houses.
"This is Mingjue's house, isn't it?" Xichen asks, his voice low and gentle and when Nie MIngjue looks up he's struck dumb by the image of his fated profiled in the soft light of the lanterns, his damp hair down and leaving just the slightest dark patch on his white sleeping robes. "How could I tell you no?"
"You could tell me to stay out here all night and I'd do it," Nie Mingjue blurts out, because he's long past pretending he can deny Xichen things. "Will you let your Mingjue come inside?"
Is it his imagination, or are the tips of Xichen's ears going red? It's hard to know with the yellow light of the lanterns.
"Get in, before anyone sees you outside," he whispers, stepping back to let Nie Mingjue step through the door.
The room is still warm with the steam from Xichen's bath, and Nie MIngjue is pleased to notice it already smells of incense like his fated usually does. He whirls around almost immediately to cage Xichen against the closed door.
"The sash looked beautiful on you," Nie Mingjue leans in to whisper into Xichen's ear, his hands coming to rest on his hips.
"I've missed you," Xichen says against his lips. "You said in your message that you couldn't respond how you wanted to. Will you tell me now?"
"Hm? You want me to tell you what I want to do to you?" Nie Mingjue hums. He slides his hands lower and lower, feeling Xichen shiver as he runs them over his ass and squeezes at the flesh there. "What I want to do with this?"
"Has Mingjue thought a lot about it?" Xichen smiles.
"Pretty much daily. Sometimes twice a day, I'm hardworking like that," Nie Mingjue snorts, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against Xichen's and delighting in the amused chuckle he gets.
"Sounds exhausting. Why don't you take a seat and tell me?" Xichen's own hands come to wrap around his wrists, firmly pulling them away before Xichen walks him back across the room, leaning up to trail kisses along his jawline.
Nie Mingjue is about to ask just what he means, but then the back of his legs hit against the back of the bed and his brain immediately short-circuits because Xichen is pushing him back and going down on his knees before him.
"What are you doing down there?" he asks, his voice a bit hoarse.
"Still hungry," Xichen says quietly, resting his cheek on the inside of Nie Mingjue's thigh. "And I learned some things I would like to show Mingjue. May I?"
"You can do anything you- wait," Nie Mingjue blinks. "Learn- did you sneak a springbook into the Cloud Recesses? What happened to 'Do Not Be Promiscuous'?"
Xichen arches an eyebrow. "Is that the only rule you can remember?"
"Of course not! I also remember 'Do Not Lie' because my fated doesn't lie, ever," Nie Mingjue says in as innocent a tone as he can accomplish when trying to tease his soulmate. "Now tell your Mingjue, where did you learn about sucking cock? You certainly didn't know about it last time."
"You didn't either." Xichen's ears color the slightest bit at his words, and Nie Mingjue shivers a little at the warmth of his breath. "Anyways, while I was travelling through Qishan I decided to take a little detour into a certain establishment, and ask the professionals for advice."
Nie MIngjue chokes on air, feeling his eyes widen as he looks at Xichen in disbelief. "You asked courtesans about how to fuck me? Xichen what if they recognized you?! Your uncle is going to kill you- or me, most likely!"
"I disguised myself, I'm not a fool," Xichen rolls his eyes as he absentmindedly trails the tip of a slender finger over the bulge in Nie Mingjue's pants. "And they were very nice about it actually. They said it didn't work last time because we didn't prepare enough and you're... thick. Apparently we were lucky I didn't get hurt."
"Well, I know that now," Nie MIngjue huffs even as he feels his face burning. He'd been mortified when one of the first books he read stressed the importance of lubricant and taking things slow, and the consequences of neglecting either. "I'm- we can do it the other way around this time, if you-"
"No," Xichen cuts him off, the red in his ears spreading to the rest of his face. "I already washed anyways."
"Well, so did I just in case," Nie Mingjue shrugs. This conversation is. Painfully awkward. "I don't want to hurt you on accident if-"
"Mingjue," Xichen says, and Nie Mingjue stops immediately at the strain in his voice.
"What?"
"I want-" Xichen scowls and takes a deep breath when his words falter. "You- if you want, that is-"
"...Xichen?" Nie Mingjue asks, somewhat concerned at the increasing flush and frustration in his fated's face. "What's wrong?"
Xichen lets out a distressed grunt, before he simply reaches behind his head and unties his forehead ribbon. Nie Mingjue has a second to feel offended -that's for him, a childish, possessive part of himself whispers in his mind-, but then he's being toppled back over the bed with a lapful of Xichen, his mouth assaulted by an eager pair of lips and a curious tongue, and any and all offense evaporates at that point.
They kiss like that for a while- Xichen's kisses are almost frighteningly demanding whenever he takes off the headband, Nie MIngjue thinks with a spark of excitement, with the other boy rutting on his lap and holding Nie MIngjue's shoulders down with those deceptively strong arms of his. Nie Mingjue grinds up against Xichen's ass, and he has the brief thought that he's so grateful that Xichen had the forethought to put up silencing talismans, because even the sound of their kissing is getting out of hand.
Xichen breaks from the kiss with a wet pop, pulling at Nie Mingjue's bottom lip between his teeth and sighing against his mouth.
"I want you inside me," Xichen whispers. "I've thought about it every night since then, how you'll feel filling me up-"
"Xic-"
"Will you tell me no?" Xichen grinds down on his cock, his eyes dark in the dim light of the lanterns and his lips swollen from the kisses. "After I told my teachers how excited I was to have my husband in me?"
He tilts his head to the side just enough that his spousal braid slides over his shoulder to hang over his chest, and Nie Mingjue snaps.
There's a flurry of motion as he pushes Xichen off of him and on the bed before he plasters himself to his back, holding him tight against his body as he slides his thigh between Xichen's.
"You're getting ahead of yourself, Lan Huan, we're not married yet," he growls into Xichen's neck, filing away the full body shiver he gets by using his birth name for future use. "If we were, I would certainly have to punish my husband for sure. What sort of married man visits a brothel just like that? Shameless."
"Hmm surely it's different if I went there to get advice on how to properly please my husband, no?" Xichen hums, arching his back to grind against his crotch again. "I have to keep my Mingjue entertained and satisfied."
"You keep saying those things but I have yet to see any of that advice in action." He brings a hand down to hold Xichen's hips still before thrusting up, dragging his erection over the curve of his ass. "Show me."
Xichen twists and turns in his arms until he can push against Nie Mingjue's chest, before he sits up.
"It's all in how you do things, apparently," he says, and he undoes the side tie of his sleeping shirt but doesn't take it off, letting it instead fall open just enough for the collar to slide over a pale shoulder. "In how you take what you want."
A hand with long, slender fingers calloused here and there from guqin strings and sword hilts slides into Nie Mingjue's robe while its twin goes to undo the ties and pull it wide open, exposing his chest to Xichen's hungry golden gaze. Nie Mingjue brings up a hand of his own to push Xichen's sleeping shirt out of the way, and the courtesans were definitely correct because it feels like he's unwrapping a present, and the mischievous spark in Xichen's eyes makes it all feel even naughtier than it is.
"What I want is you," Nie Mingjue says, his voice thick with arousal as his eyes land on Xichen's wrists where they're resting on his lap. The left is still covered with the white leather armguard, but the right one is only wrapped in what Nie Mingjue can recognize as the black bandage he left in Xichen's room during their private encounter there.
As he watches, Xichen's right hand slides up his own chest, guiding Nie Mingjue's eyes back up as it comes to play with his nipples, so pink and perky on his jade-white chest.
"And how will you take me?" Xichen asks in a low, deep murmur. "Will you put me on all fours and fuck me?"
Nie Mingjue feels his cock twitching in his pants and his heart speed up- the coarse, vulgar words sound even filthier coming from between Xichen's delicate lips- he can only guess what else that mouth can say. Can do.
"Maybe I will," Nie Mingjue tugs at the end of the black bandage, undoing the knot and letting it pool over the crook of Xichen's elbow and reveal his mark underneath. "Maybe I want you to keep the promises you made with that pretty mouth first."
Xichen gives him a little smile, his teeth pressing down on his bottom lip as he leans up to nuzzle Nie Mingjue's nose with his own. "Well, that's exactly what I was planning on doing, before you distracted me."
"My apologies," Nie MIngjue snorts, and presses a kiss to Xichen's cheek. "Show your husband what you learned, A-Huan, come on."
It should be embarrassing how much his heart speeds up whenever he calls Xichen his husband, how much he swoons for a future where the title is not just a playful thing they call each other, but a reality. A future in which they're together, always. His face is burning, but Xichen's is too so he guesses it's not too bad.
"Come then, get off the bed," Xichen orders, pulling at his arm until Nie Mingjue complies, climbing to his feet and coming to stand next to the bed while Xichen unashamedly goes down on his knees again, running his hands up Nie MIngjue's thighs until he reaches the fastenings on his pants. Nie Mingjue watches him with baited breath, his heart speeding up as Xichen undoes the fastenings and pulls his cock out, worrying at his bottom lip again. "Hi there."
Nie Mingjue snorts. "Missed it?"
Xichen's golden eyes look up at him, amused. "Missed you," he says with mortifying sincerity, and then he leans in and parts his lips and takes the head of his cock into his mouth and Nie Mingjue doesn't know which part catches him more off guard.
Xichen's mouth is soft and slippery, and the tongue that runs over the head of his cock and teases at the underside of it is almost too hot, but also not enough at the same time. Xichen's eyes crinkle at the corners as he looks at him, but Nie Mingjue doesn't even try to get his reactions under control- his fated on his knees before him, taking him in his mouth and delighting at his pleasure is not something he stands a chance against.
"You- you look so good down there," he grunts out. Almost unconsciously he brings a hand up to lay it on the crown of Xichen's head, playing with his hair and massaging his scalp as Xichen continues to make a mess of his dick, kissing the tip and licking up and down the shaft. "I can't believe I've lasted this long without you."
"Tell me," Xichen speaks up- his voice sounds thick with arousal and his lips red and shiny with spit. "Tell me you thought about me."
"Every night," Nie Mingjue says with a strained chuckle as Xichen continues to pepper kisses and long, heavy licks along the length of his dick. "Every night I thought of how you looked that time in your room as you bared yourself- it felt so different from when I saw you at the cold spring, Xichen. That time it was an accident, but that night you did it just for me, because you wanted me to- hngh!"
Xichen looks so incredibly smug as he sucks on the skin of his sack, before taking one of his balls in his mouth and proceeds to caress it with his tongue, his hand wrapping in a firm grip around Nie Mingjue's cock to pump it at a tortuously slow pace. His free hand, much to Nie Mingjue's amusement, comes up to make a vague 'continue' motion.
Fine, then.
"And your m- ah- messages," he says, trying to keep his breath from hitching as Xichen continues his ministrations, playing with his balls in a delicate, long-fingered hand as he bobs his head back and forth, taking a bit more of his cock into his mouth every time. "I kept think- thinking of how you did it- taking yourself in hand and imagining it was me- stretching yourself over on your fingers, wanting me to do it-"
He stops with a groan at that point- his fated's hands are so tight on his hips he thinks he'll have bruises tomorrow. Xichen holds him still there, and dives in to try and take him as deep as he can- it doesn't really work, Xichen's gag reflex kicks in before he can really take him into his throat, but the sensation is heavenly anyways, and Nie Mingjue groans and tightens his hand in his fated's hair.
"X- Xichen-" he grunts, somewhat desperately- he's so close, but would be in poor manners to just- "Let- let me-"
Nie Mingjue tries to step back, but Xichen throws an arm around his waist and sinks the other's fingers in the flesh of his thigh and tries to take him to the hilt again, and the feeling of his throat convulsing around his cock is- it's just too much, and it's all Nie Mingjue can do to shove his free hand against his mouth to bite down on it to try and mitigate the lout groan he lets out as he comes in Xichen's mouth.
Xichen's fair-skinned face looks flushed with delight as he grabs the base of Nie Mingjue's spent cock and lets the head pop out of his new favorite place, leaving a glossy white smear on his lips.
"I didn't touch myself though," he says with a calm, satisfied smile; Nie Mingjue thinks he might lose it just at how hoarse and ragged Xichen's voice sounds. His face is a mess, and something hungry and hot burns in Nie Mingjue's stomach. He wants to see more of it- he wants to make Xichen messy like this a thousand times over, different every time but just as perfectly debauched as he looks right now. "Promiscuity is forbidden."
"What, not even humping a pillow a little?" Nie Mingjue arches an eyebrow, then smiles when Xichen's cheeks redden tellingly. "I knew it. That one message from last month sounded like you were in the middle of something."
"I said I didn't touch myself," Xichen scoffs, clearing his throat. "Besides- those other things are for Mingjue to do, no? What good is having a husband if he doesn't take care of me?"
Nie Mingjue laughs, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of his orgasm- he'd missed Xichen so much, his playful coyness, his fake modesty, his shamelessness and his lies that definitely aren't lies, all the things that make him human and perfect and that not even the three thousand precepts of the Lan can smother completely.
"My poor, poor fated, your Mingjue has been neglecting you," he snorts, coming to his knees on Xichen's side. He leans down, and Xichen automatically tilts his face up to let him press a kiss to his wet, swollen lips. "Let's see if I can make it up to you then, come on."
He maneuvers Xichen to sit on the edge of the bed, divesting him of his pants in the process and situating himself between long, pale legs that immediately part to accommodate him. Xichen's face is red and as he looks down at him, his pupils blown wide and his lips curled into a little nervous smile- Nie MIngjue lays a playful kiss to the inside of his thigh, before he reaches down to retrieve the oil jar that rolled off when Xichen first pushed him towards the bed.
"So tell me, did your teachers tell you I'd use my mouth on you too?" he asks in as light a tone as he can manage with his heart speeding up in anticipation.
Xichen's legs tremble with what he can guess is the need to close around his shoulders, so Nie MIngjue lays a hand on each of his knees to keep them open.
"It-" Xichen starts, then stops to clear his throat. "It appears that 'it's impolite not to reciprocate' is a pretty universal precept. They said some people are selfish lovers, but that you would if you were good."
Nie MIngjue shifts his grip on Xichen's legs and arches an eyebrow, leaning close enough that his breath grazes over Xichen's hard cock when he speaks. "And am I?"
Xichen's worrying at his bottom lip again, but the eager, nervous smile hasn't left his face.
"I think my Mingjue's very very g- ah?!" That's the point at which Nie Mingjue pushes his legs up, sending Xichen scrambling to find his balance and not topple back on the bed while he moves his hands to spread him open. "What are you doing?"
"Being good of course," Nie Mingjue says very matter-of-factly, before he simply leans down to plant a kiss straight on Xichen's hole, running his tongue once over the wrinkled skin before sitting back again. "How did we like that?"
"Do it again," comes Xichen's strained voice from above, and when Nie Mingjue looks up he finds his fated has covered his face with a shaky hand. "Please."
And well, who is he to deny a request voiced so sweetly?
Nie Mingjue dives back in to lavish the tight hole with his mouth, alternating between licking long strips over it and pressing into the pucker with the tip of his tongue, enjoying the shaky sighs Xichen gives every time he stops just on the verge of breaching him. Good to know all that time reading wasn't in vain, hah! He lays Xichen's legs over his shoulders so his hands are free to twist the lid of the oil jar and dip a couple fingers in the sweet-smelling paste.
He sits back with a last lick, laying the little jar on the floor beside him. "Alright, let's-" and that's as far as he gets before a long-fingered hand fists into his hair to drag him back down.
Understood, noted, filed.
If it's what Xichen wants then that's what he'll get; he brings his clean hand up to wrap around Xichen's cock, pumping it slowly in time with the insistent pressing of his tongue. Above him he can hear Xichen's muffled moaning, and shaky breathing, which cuts out into a ragged groan when Nie Mingjue finally breaches him with his tongue- he falls back on the bed then, his left hand tightening in Nie Mingjue's hair and his right coming to pull his thigh back, opening himself up even more.
Nie Mingjue's cock twitches at the sight, and he keeps gently fucking Xichen's hole with his tongue like that, enjoying the way he tightens around him whenever he times his thrusts with the firm movements of his hand on his cock. Could he actually make him come like this? He spares a look up after a while, but despite Xichen's red face and bitten lips, his thighs still aren't trembling like they did during their first time right before he came on Nie Mingjue's hand.
"More?" he risks asking, pulling back as far as Xichen allows.
"I'm- inside- I want you inside me," Xichen gasps, his hips thrusting up in little jerks to fuck into Nie Mingjue's fist. "Now."
"Bossy, aren't we?" Nie Mingjue grins. He brings his still oil-slick fingers up to slip one into Xichen's body, watching in awe as it sinks in with little to no resistance. "Give me a bit longer, I wouldn't want to make your teachers angry."
"You'll make me angry," Xichen grumbles, finally letting go of Nie Mingjue's hair to grab his other thigh.
It's a lovely view, Nie Mingjue decides- and since Xichen clearly liked it so much, he leans back in to keep licking at his rim as he starts working in the tip of a second finger. It works wonders to keep his fated relaxed- Xichen is hot and tight inside but his body still eagerly swallows his digits, the rim red and stretched around them as Nie Mingjue fucks them in and out of his hole.
"Fuck- you're so good," he whispers, spreading his fingers as wide as they'll go- his stomach tightens at Xichen's quiet whimper. "You're going to feel so good on my cock-"
"Well, get in already!" Xichen snaps, letting go of his thighs to rise on his elbows and give him the most indignant glare.
On the other hand... this is also very interesting, Nie Mingjue decides. It's so very rare for him to actually be able to make Xichen lose his composure.
"Oh?" he asks innocently. "I thought you wanted me to keep eating you out, didn't you like it?"
"Nie Mingjue, don't."
"What?" he grins. "I'm just trying to please my husband."
"Aren't you funny-" Xichen grunts. "Won't you at least kiss me?"
His voice sounds the slightest bit pleading, and after looking up and finding him biting his lip again and watching him with those pretty golden eyes, it's all Nie Mingjue can do to shake his head and chuckle and rise to meet him, resting his knees between Xichen's spread legs to lean over and plant the requested kiss on him.
He should've known better than to assume Xichen wouldn't play dirty, he thinks as his fated's arms come to wrap behind his neck to pull him down, his legs doing the same around Nie Mingjue's waist.
"You're a cheat," Nie MIngjue laughs against his mouth.
Xichen's limbs tighten around him. "You deserve it," he huffs. "What kind of man would leave his fated all hot and empty like this?"
"A terrible one, certainly- what kind of man would trick his fated with such underhanded tricks?"
"A smart one," Xichen sniffs. One of the arms wrapped around Nie Mingjue's neck slips between their bodies, wrapping around Nie Mingjue's cock to guide it to where Xichen is open and wanting. "Please?"
Nie Mingjue snorts despite himself, resting his forehead on Xichen's collarbone and enjoying the feeling of the silky smooth skin rubbing against the head of his dick. "Shameless, saying please so sweetly when you have me trapped here."
"It's only because this one wants his Mingjue so much, won't he indulge his Xichen a little?"
With a shake of his head, Nie Mingjue places another kiss on Xichen's cheek. "When have I not?" he asks, and braces his hands on Xichen's hips before he starts pushing in.
Xichen's body opens up for him just like it did for his fingers, and he buries his face in his fated's neck to muffle the choked groan he gives at the overwhelming heat and pressure around his cock- it's exactly as good as he imagined it would be and then some, he thinks. Keeping quiet to hear any hint of discomfort, and he pushes in until he's bottomed out inside Xichen, then stops there for a moment to try to get used to the sensation.
"It's- it's so good," Xichen says in a strained whisper, his legs tight around Nie Mingjue's waist. "Mingj- Mingjue feels so hot inside me-"
"Hngh- Nie Mingjue grunts. It may not be eloquent but it's very much what he's thinking right now. "Can- can I-"
"Please," Xichen sighs, and Nie Mingjue lets out a choked out chuckle.
He's gotten his arousal mostly under control now, and he can pull out without simply blowing inside Xichen- thrusting back in feels just as good as the first time, and he knows with absolute certainty that he will never get tired of the sensation, he thinks as he starts fucking Xichen at a slow, gentle pace.
"You- you look so good all full of me," he groans into Xichen's neck. "Mine."
Xichen's limbs tighten around him in response, and his fated chuckles darkly. "Mine."
"Yours," Nie MIngjue agrees solemnly, speeding his movements up.
By now Xichen has recovered enough that he can push back against him as Nie Mingjue thrusts in, and they fall into an easy rhythm like that, filling the room with the sound of their moans and gasps and the wet slapping of skin on skin. Nie MIngjue nibbles at Xichen's neck to distract him a little, then uses the opening to untangle his arms from behind his neck and bring them above Xichen's head instead, holding his wrists against the bed.
"Ah- Mingjue-"
"So good, you're so fucking good-"
"Faster, go- go faster please," Xichen groans, and Nie Mingjue complies, fucking him in quick, sharp thrusts as he leans forward to catch Xichen's lips in a kiss, swallowing his moans straight from his tongue. He can feel Xichen trying to break his hold on his wrists, and focuses instead on shifting them up the bed a little, getting enough leverage to make his thrusts deep enough that Xichen forgets all about breaking free.
It's all a bit too much, the heat, the pressure, the wet slide of their bodies and Xichen desperately biting at his lips- Nie Mingjue approaches his climax almost embarrassingly quickly, if not for how he can feel Xichen leaking like crazy between them.
"I'm- Xichen, I'm going to finish soon," he grunts. Like before, it's only polite even though he thinks- right, yes. Xichen's legs tighten around his waist and he crosses his ankles behind his back, tightly caging him against his body. "Fuck, I love you so much-"
"I love you too, I- Mingj- ah!" Xichen cuts off with a choked scream when Nie Mingjue's teeth close on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, tightening around him so much that Nie Mingjue simply topples over the edge, spilling deep inside him as he lets go of XIchen's wrists with a hand, reaching down to pull at his cock.
It doesn't take long before Xichen is coming all over his hand, his body convulsing with the strength of his orgasm and squeezing at Nie Mingjue's softening member inside him, leaving them both panting in exhaustion in the dimly lit room.
"That- that was... so much better than the first time," Nie Mingjue sighs. His brain feels tingly and full of cotton and he can feel his mouth curling into a pleased grin as he pulls back and Xichen tightens his legs again. "Come on, I- we need to clean up."
"Later," Xichen grumbles, bringing his recently freed arms down to wrap around Nie Mingjue's shoulders again. "Don't go."
"We're going to get all sticky-" Nie Mingjue insists, rolling his eyes fondly at Xichen's loud yawn. It's late even for him, of course Xichen is tired after the traveling and the- yes. "Come on."
He pulls back again and doesn't stop when Xichen tries to keep him trapped again, merely pulling him along for the ride. His fated is heavy with muscle, but it's nothing Nie MIngjue can't handle as he walks them across the room to where the washbasin is, and grabs a damp cloth that he brings back to the bed with them.
"Hmm-" Xichen grunts against his neck as they fall back on the bed and Nie Mingjue rolls them onto their sides. "My Mingjue's too good."
"You're too spoiled," Nie Mingjue rolls his eyes again, gently wiping at Xichen's soiled stomach with the cloth before moving to cleaning his own as well. "Will you let go of me now?"
"Mmno. It's cold in here too, how come you complained about that in the Cloud Recesses?" he mutters sleepily.
"It's only for a few months though," Nie Mingjue chuckles. "Let me at least get us under the covers."
"Mingjue did a great job getting us to the washbasin," is all XIchen says, and doesn't loosen his grip at all.
Terrible, terrible man, Nie Mingjue thinks as he rolls them off the bed again and pulls the covers down and then back up once they've laid down.
"I'll need to go back to my room in the morning," he warns, giving Xichen's thigh a meaningful pat. "Before-"
"Shhhhhhh- shh," Xichen's cold hand comes to lay across Nie Mingjue's mouth, and a pair of equally cool lips place a kiss on his forehead, and then Xichen's breathing evens out and he's out like a light, much to Nie MIngjue's amusement.
Breakfast in the Unclean Realm isn't until nine at least, he'll have time to go back, he thinks as he sends out a wave of spiritual power to blow the lanterns off.
He does not have time to go back, it turns out.
Or rather, he wakes up at around nine-thirty in the morning, because Huaisang is banging on the door.
Xichen's eyes shoot open and he tries to sit up, and Nie Mingjue gets a vindictive sort of satisfaction at his sudden discovery that it's now him caged between Nie MIngjue's arms.
"Xichen-ge? A-niang sent me to get you!" Huaisang calls out excitedly.
"Ah- I'm so sorry Huaisang, I overslept," Xichen says, batting away at Nie Mingjue's arms. His voice is hoarser than sleep alone could account for, Nie Mingjue thinks smugly as he gives in and releases him. "Give me a moment, I'll let you in and you can keep me company while I get ready, is that alright?"
"Yep!" Huaisang says, popping the 'p' in that cheeky way of his."It's alright if you take a bit longer, Da-ge isn't there yet either!"
"I'm sure he'll have arrived by the time we get there," Xichen chuckles nervously as the two of them climb off the bed, his face suddenly contorted in discomfort. "Hngh- give me a second!"
'Sore?' Nie MIngjue mouths at him, arching an eyebrow with an amused smile. Xichen rolls his eyes at him and smacks him with the damp cloth he retrieves from the side of the bed, pushing him towards the window.
It's most definitely not a dignified way of leaving his fated's room, Nie MIngjue thinks as he jumps out the window and rushes back to his room, but he'll take it.
"Didn't I tell you to be discreet?!" Father hisses when Nie Mingjue skids into the dining hall after the quickest grooming session of his life.
"I said I'd be discreet, I never said I'd be on time," Nie Mingjue shrugs.
"It seems our dear Lan-gongzi was tired from the trip anyways, so it's alright if A-Jue was a little late, " Nie Ningyu speaks up, giving the two of them a very pointed, amused look. Nie Mingjue snorts and Father rolls his eyes, and that's around the time Huaisang comes into the dining hall as well, dragging Xichen behind him. Nie Ningyu smiles. "Ah, there's our guest. Did Lan-gongzi rest well?"
Xichen clears his throat as he comes to sit by the table- Nie Mingjue silently cheers for him when he manages to go all the way down without pulling another pained face, and also at the artful way he arranged the collar of his robes to hide the award-winning bruise he saw this morning.
"Nie-furen is very kind- the bed was quite comfortable, I passed out immediately," he says, smiling. "If Huaisang hadn't come to wake me up I'm sure I would've slept through breakfast."
"See, I meant to send Mingjue to get you but it seems he was out training early, no one had seen him!" Nie Ningyu says, and from her mirthful smirk Nie MIngjue is sure she too notices how red Xichen's ears go. "Anyways, let's eat, and then you two can come to town with me and help me find a gift to thank Lan Qiren for being kind enough to allow his esteemed nephew to visit us, alright?"
"I'm sure that won't be necessary, Nie-furen," Xichen tries, his face paling as he accepts the rice bowl Huaisang pushes towards him.
"Nonsense," Nie Ningyu grins, toasting him with her tea cup. "We wouldn't want anyone to think you dropped by without permission, it's important to do things properly after all."
"Ah..." Xichen says faintly.
Father snorts, covering his grin by very unsubtly stuffing a piece of meat in his mouth.
"We'll be happy to come with you, Cimu," Nie Mingjue sighs, and resigns himself to an entire morning of his stepmother blackmailing them into babysitting Huaisang while she shops.
There's worse ways to spend a free day, he decides as Xichen gives him a sheepish grin from the other side of the table.