WARNING!! MATURE CONTENT!! NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!!
{Another fanfic in the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation fandom. It’s what I’m into right now. Alkie inspired this again.}
It had started with light kisses along the back of Nie MingJue’s neck and shoulders as Lan XiChen slowly took him from behind. He’d been understandably apprehensive and ashamed about the whole affair. How could he desire to be penetrated and ridden to climax so desperately by the first jade of GusuLan?
Lan XiChen had gone about it as he did with most things. He’d been kind and patient. He never rushed as he slipped oiled fingers up inside the shuddering MingJue, urging him to relax as he coaxed the tight ring open. He’d been even more methodical as he’d rolled his fellow sect leader onto his stomach and politely asked him to spread his cheeks for him.
Sometimes the courteous way these things were asked made the acts all the filthier, and Nie Ming Jue couldn’t decide if it horrified him or turned him on as he’d complied with the request.
He’d felt the wet tip of Lan XiChen nudging his entrance, asking for permission without words.
“Just do it, already!” he’d snapped and rubbed back against him. He was embarrassed to be spreading himself like this, and eager to be fucked by the man he loved, and embarrassed to be so eager. Heat colored his cheeks from both arousal and self-consciousness.
It was like all the air had been pushed out of his lungs as XiChen entered him. He groaned down into the bedding, eyelids fluttering closed to feel every hard inch sliding inside until his lover was hilt deep.
This was the only man MingJue wanted this from. He’d had other partners in the past, but none of them had ever sparked a desire this intense, this needy before. He’d always been the dominant one. Even at the beginning of their relationship, he’d topped XiChen without considering doing anything differently.
Look at us now, he’d thought wryly.
That had also been the beginning of a new side to XiChen. Before, he’d been pleasantly pliable under him. He made love, for lack of a better term, politely. It hadn’t been lackluster or passionless by any means, but it hadn’t been enough to haunt MingJue’s dreams at night, either. The moment he’d been allowed to be the one to take control, it was if a veil had been removed and the QingheNie sect leader were seeing him for the first time.
The kisses on his neck and shoulders had started out gentle enough. Soothing, even as XiChen’s hips sawed his cock in and out from within MingJue’s sensitive hole. It had been a comfort since he’d still been feeling skittish at this whole bottoming idea. But as the minutes wore on and their lust started to rise, he found the kisses turning more aggressive, teeth now scraping against his skin. It wasn’t…unpleasant.
He moaned his appreciation as a shift of their hips brought XiChen’s cock into contact with his sweet spot. “Yes… There. Like that.”
And that’s when things turned rough, but in all the right ways. His wrists were captured and pinned above his head under the Lan’s legendary strength. The first jade sank his teeth into the soft flesh between the right side of Nie MingJue’s neck and shoulder. He held on as his hips pummeled against the ass grinding back into him, hitting that spot with every stab that left MingJue a whimpering mess.
He’d gasped and shook, never having felt the other be so feral before. It was shocking. It was amazing. He’d found himself chanting his lover’s name the closer he was pushed to the brink, and that in itself was crazy. He’d never used to be very vocal during sex, and yet here he was calling out and writhing against XiChen as if he couldn’t get bitten and pounded enough.
The first jade switched up his bite spots, never quite breaking the skin but leaving dark red marks that would later turn to bruises. Funny, but for as amiable as he always was, Lan XiChen never apologized for those marks afterward. He didn’t mention them, but sometimes Nie MingJue thought he caught the first jade’s eyes pass over the bruises and a hint of pride crossed his normally placid features. And the QingheNie sect leader always ended up sore and limping the next day after one of these trysts. But he was learning he minded it less than he thought he would. He was prepared to say he even looked forward to their meetings now with a fire in his loins that only Lan XiChen could douse.
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