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"Ah. Lucky man." Married. He nods absently, already mentally moving backward a couple of steps. He's no homewrecker, after all. "Married here or...?" No doubt they were married here, otherwise, how could Kexing spend his husband's money? And the stumbling attempt at conversation has him scowling again, hiding his face behind his cup as he drains the wine, subjecting himself suddenly to brain freeze.

Oh no! He can practically see the mental step back. Kexing leans on the wine cart and offers a reassuring smile. There would be no homewrecking going on if they were to take a tumble.

"Married in spirit. But we have many loves, both of us." There, that should be somewhat reassuring, he thinks as he takes another sip from his slush.

He still isn't certain about all of this. It wasn't a meeting about leading a sect. There were no clear cut instructions. This place wasn't keen on anything solid if his most recent kidnapping and drugging was anything to go by. And he's fairly certain that Huaisang wouldn't mind if the past conversations were anything to go by.

Nerves find his cup empty and Cheng is in the process of filling it, still trying to figure out what to say or how to act. "So you both are in agreement." He was trying to process it more than seeking reassurance. The man was pretty.

It wasn't as if he wasn't propositioned most of the time at work, anyway. But this would be of his own violation, not a 'job requirement.' The concept had him smirking just a bit. "So what if I agreed?" He looks up coyly, noting how that one stray lock of hair fell across his eyes.

Those white fox ears turn forward in interest. Well, it isn't as if Kexing has been trying to hide his interest. He sips his drink, peering at Jiang Cheng from over his fan. There's an unmasked heat in his eyes as his gaze trails over the curves and contours of the other man's face.

Beautiful. He remembers thinking the same thing when he first spied Jiang Cheng at Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen's wedding.

"Oh, yes," he croons. "We're of one mind." Which is no exaggeration. They have rules in place and it makes their relationship work within Nippon and its strange magic. It didn't hurt that they have similar taste in partners. He could already imagine Zhou Zishu wanting Jiang Cheng, too.

"If you agree," he purrs, looking off as if he has to think about the answer. "We find someplace more private to have a little fun."

Jiang Cheng had been around Nippon for... hell, almost a year. That was insane to think about. But he had his own hang ups and issues that more than likely delayed his... 'adaptation' of the place. Cheng was still trying to figure it all out.

For an inordinate amount of time, he thought about it. First, it was the fact he didn't bring anything for a tryst. Then it was beratement that he was even thinking about a tryst. With a practical stranger, no less! Was Nippon changing him? Or was he allowed to be who he was? Was this who he was?

He knew he was definitely too old to be a teenager, trying to figure all this shit out. Cheng's eyes turned back to the captivating man just waiting. He needed to make a decision. Just... do it and don't think about it. Well...don't over think it.

"Fine." He downed the last of his drink and set the cup in the cupboard for used items that needed to be cleaned. "Let's go. I just need a place to set this aside."

He could already feel the patches of leopard fur on his back tingle with anticipation.

A smug grin tugs at his lips and Kexing snaps his fan closed. He's not quite done with his last drink yet, so he'll just take it along. He's glad Jiang Cheng agreed to come with him. He'd be lying if he said he didn't wonder who the other man was when he first spied him at their mutual friends' wedding.

In the end, if Jiang Cheng changes his mind, so be it. Kexing's a flirt but he respects boundaries. Even if this is just a one-time fling, he'll be fine with that, too.

"I know a place."

Not knowing where they were going, Jiang Cheng just follows along. It's not like he was defenseless and he knew how to fight. Though, honestly, he's certain there wasn't going to be any issue. For now, he will follow the lead until he was confident in what was going on.

"Where's this place?"

"My home."

The Four Seasons Manor is a compound that boasted many rooms as it was designed for training disciples. Kexing didn't bring people the bed he shared with his husband, but there were plenty of other unoccupied bedrooms to spare. The grounds will probably be familiar to Jiang Cheng, with a main hall, housing, and training areas. Kexing makes little commentary about it as he leads his new friend to the room he often uses for visits from his lovers.

He remembers the manor and enjoyed the wedding that was hosted there. The place had looked beautiful and it reminded him of Lotus Pier, in a sense. He had no desire to rebuild his own sect home after building it once already. But to see others' homes like this was nice.

Leaving the cart in the courtyard, he follows Kexing, keeping a cursory note of where they were going. Upon entering the room, he made a show of stepping around it, examining things within as a moment of awkward emotion hit him. What was he supposed to be doing now?

He gives Jiang Cheng a moment to explore the room. It's a simple room, like any other sleeping chamber in the compound. It has a bed and some storage for personal belongings, plus room for a small table at which to eat and drink and entertain a guest or two. This happens to be Kexing's preferred room for visiting with his lovers, so Jiang Cheng will find what they need near the bed.

Kexing sidles up to him in a blatant invasion of the other man's personal space. Desire burns bright in his dark eyes and his tails sway languidly behind him. "This is the part where I kiss you." And that's all the warning he gives before claiming those lips in a slow, exploratory kiss.

He's used to a few people moving up into his space bubble. His brother and Huaisang were typical so he didn't quite stiffen up. He heard Kexing's smooth words and he could feel the flush lift just before there was a mouth on him. For a moment, he was frozen with too much input. Someone else found him attractive! It was a startling revelation but he had little time to process it with a mouth on his.

A heartbeat later and he melts, joining in on the kiss, opening his mouth as a breath is slowly exhaled. A low sound like a purr rumbles through him and he leans in closer, reaching out for more contact.

Perfect! More contact he shall receive. Kexing presses flush against the other man, deepening their kiss until they're both breathless. He breaks away long enough to sip in a gasp of air and returns immediately, trailing hot wet kisses across Jiang cheng's jaw, to the side of his throat. His teeth scrape lightly over soft skin, nibbling lightly before he finds a place to latch on and suck.

A hand moves towards Kexing's hip and the other along the expanse of his back, pressing them closer together. The kiss was dizzying; for a moment, he's too dazed when they part for air. The adoration returns and his lips part with a pleasing sound, his head tipping back to offer more access. When Cheng feels the moment Kexing has found a delectable spot, a shiver runs through him before instinct kicks in as he rolls his hips, finding the resistance delightful.

Moments later, he moves to tilt Kexing's face back, the next kiss raw and demanding as he presses forward, blindly seeking out some stable surface to press the other against.

There are plenty of surfaces to be found. The bed, the walls. Whichever Wanyin chooses, Kexing will go willingly. He isn't the sort who needs to be in control. If Cheng wants to lead the dance, he'll hear no complaints.

The wall was good enough for now. Leading was what he normally did considering who his partner was. Once Kexing was pinned, he felt compelled to teeth the other's jaw, working his way down to the too proper collar, then glance up, quirking a brow.

His fingers were fumbling just a bit with unfamiliar ties but he was more than confident in searching sensitive spots with his lips and teeth, biting at the corded tendon in the other's neck. He smelled intriguing and chose to breathe in deeply right behind Kexing's ear before licking the spot in one slow, languid stripe.

Edited 2022-06-19 18:53 (UTC)

"No marks," he breathes out in warning. That's the promise he made to his husband. No one else is allowed to leave marks on his body. After his romp with another lover, it seemed prudent to get that out at the start.

But the warning doesn't stop Kexing from tilting his head, exposing more of his throat for Wanyin's exploration. It's always important and utterly thrilling to feel out a new partner and Kexing's hunger is almost palpable. His hands move between them, smoothing across the fabric covering Cheng's chest, moving forward to tug at the sash belted around his waist. The sooner they're skin-to-skin, the better!

Cheng lifts his mouth up as soon as he hears the words, taking a moment to examine the skin, going so far as to run his thumb across it to make certain he isn't going to leave a mark. "Sounds fair," he murmurs, adjusting the bites to be light nips on the other's jaw while he makes room for Kexing's hands. As the tight layers start to loosen, Cheng begins shrugging out of them as his own fingers finally get the hang of Kexing's clothes as he first unwraps the sash and drops it somewhere away from their feet.

His own muscled chest is bared and to his credit, doesn't pause because of the scars. It's not like Kexing would know what they meant and he wasn't in the mood to go down that road. Not when he's in the process of peeling layers off the other, his teeth still pressing lightly enough to not leave marks, but heavy enough to offer that tantalizing pressure.

Scars are to be expected. It's nothing short of a miracle that Kexing has none to boast given his cruel and abusive upbringing. And yet, his skin is pristine and as pale as expected of one who rarely saw the light of day for twenty years. But Kexing also knows better than to ask about others' scars. They're usually the source of some sensitivity or even trauma. If Wanyin wants to discuss them, he will in his own time. If not, that's just as well.

Kexing's hands aren't calloused like a swordsman's, but they aren't smooth either. Their rough in odd places that speak of years of hand-to-hand combat (not to mention using his fan as a weapon, as well). Despite their strange roughness, Kexing's touch is gentle, exploratory as he fans his fingers out against Wanyin's chest. Those deft fingers are quick to seek out his nipples, toying with the tender buds until their hard.

A soft groan warbles from him and he leans into the touch, pulling Kexing's hips closer in the process. He grinds slowly against him, seeking out Kexing's mouth for another hungry kiss. He opens wide, wanting to add his tongue to it and working his arms out of his sleeves in the process. While he's not harsh, there's a firm assertiveness to him.

He refuses to think at this moment, either. He just wants to feel.

But part of that feeling is to get them to a more stable area. Which meant peeling themselves off the wall and getting to the bed.

Leave that to Kexing! He, too, is eager to taste his new lover and takes the opportunity to guide them away from the wall toward the bed. Their kiss never breaks, save for small pauses to gasp sips of air and Kexing tumbles easily with Wanyin when they make finally bump into the bed. Kexing's light above him, careful not to let the bulk of his weight come crashing down on Wanyin.

There's a slight scramble as he loses his balance but that's more because of reflex than thinking there was something nefarious going on. He hits the bed, back first, and while Kexing keeps his weight off the other, for the most part, Cheng uses that to keep peeling away the layers of clothing, making a low, satisfied sound when he reaches skin. His hands, callused from sword practice, span around Kexing's waist, then up along ribs before bringing the other body down so he could appreciate the solid weight.

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Bye bye, pg-13 rating~

Yes, definitely getting NSFW in here.

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