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Lan Xichen felt dead-tired by the time he landed in front of the gate to Cloud Recesses. He was supposed to have returned the day before, but found an excuse to send the other Lan envoys home early so he could spent another night, morning and even lazy afternoon in the tender arms of Nie Mingjue. It was his birthday, after all, and who could fault him for wanting to spend it with the man he got to see the least out of all his lovers?
He was still smiling, despite his fatigue, by the time he reached his home. He placed a hand on the door, sighed out as he removed the guarding spell and stepped inside.
A moment later he jolted as he was being attacked. The dark prevented him from seeing who and how many people jumped on him, but Xichen could discern that there were several, and many of them strong. He flexed his muscles, successfully preventing himself from getting wrestled against the ground, but when he opened his mouth to cast a spell, he found, to his shock, that he couldn’t utter a sound. A heartbeat later he was pushed against the door with enough force to expel the air from his lungs. For a second, he blacked out, and he felt a panic rise in his throat as his left wrist was caught by a piece of rope.
‘Xiong-zhang.’
It was barely a whisper, but Xichen responded instantly, relaxing and letting himself be wrestled into the position his attackers wanted him. He was no less frightened: he feared Wangji had been captured too, and that his whispering meant that his attackers threatened to hurt his brother if he did not comply. It wasn't until he heard a muffled giggle coming from his right that he suddenly understood what was going on, and he sharply drew a breath, then stomped the floor twice.
Someone released a disappointed sigh, and a heartbeat later Wei Wuxian's voice chirped: 'Oh Xichen-ge, it was supposed to be a fun surprise!'
Someone lit the candles in the central chamber, illuminating most of Xichen's family: his brother Lan Wangji and Wangji's husband Wei Wuxian, their son Sizhui and his lover Lan Jingyi, who was also Xichen's fourth cousin once removed. All of them were in their inner robes only.
Fun? To assault him in his own home? Xichen would have spoken aloud, were it not for the Lan silencing spell prohibiting him from doing so. He wanted to gesture, but his hands were still tied by the coarse rope – the ends of which rested in his brother's hands.
'Xiong-zhang,' Wangji said again, approaching his brother. He extended a hand, took Xichen's chin between his fingertips and kissed him. Not in a congratulatory or welcome-home kind of way, but in a way that send an arrow of heat straight to Xichen's groin. It was the kind of possessive, mind-blowing kiss his brother excelled at.
By the time Wangji released him, Xichen knew he was blushing, and his legs felt like cooked noodles. Wangji brushed his forehead ribbon and said, softly: 'You expressed an interest in the type of play Wei Ying and I often engage in. We thought we might surprise you for your birthday and treat you to such a scenario.'
Oh. Oh. Xichen's eyes widened as the meaning of his words sank in. They were going to pretend an assault, tie him up and then...
'Perhaps it had been better to inform you of our intentions, in hindsight.'
'Or, perhaps we should have spiked his tea as I suggested,' Lan Jingyi said. He received an elbow in the flank by Sizhui, and Xichen wasn't certain if he meant that as a joke or if he had actually planned to drug his sect leader’s tea. That would be something only Jingyi could come up with…
'We can try to continue,' Wangji said, drawing Xichen's attention back to the matter at hand. 'Although you expressed your concerns at being able to keep up pretences in such a scenario, it cannot hurt to try. If you dislike it, you can use the signal, yes?'
Xichen considered it, but shook his head. A moment later, the lock on his voice fell away, and he said: 'Thank you, but to be honest I'd already forgotten that remark. Which doesn't mean I don't want to try it sometime but...' He smiled sheepishly. 'Maybe not tonight.'
'Mn.' Wangji stepped towards him and tugged at the rope binding Xichen's hands, but Xichen too stepped aside.
'Well, I mean...' His blush deepened. 'Perhaps we can maintain that, though?'
A hint of a smile tugged at Wangji's lips – a rare sight – and he made a tiny gesture at the other three. They immediately jumped forward, and as if they'd discussed this at length, began working him. Sizhui reached up and took hold of Xichen's forehead ribbon, taking it from his hair only to then tie it around Xichen's neck, which made his breath hitch in surprise. Wei Ying and Lan Jingyi started tugging at his clothes: undoing his sash and opening up his robes, removing his boots and socks and dragging down his trousers. Wangji pulled his robes off his shoulders and down to his forearms and stripped the layers of clothes off his wrists, which Xichen now discovered were tied separately.
The lot of them led him to his bed chamber, using his sect ribbon as a leash. Xichen wanted to say something about that, but he'd been silenced once again, and the realisation send a thrill across his spine.
He was put on his back on the bed and immediately straddled by his nephew. Xichen could tell he was nude underneath his thin inner robe. It made the blood pool at his groin. Sizhui smirked at him and in the sparse light, he put on a little show of untying his robe and slipping the white fabric off his shoulders, revealing his chest and perky, love-bitten nipples. Sizhui was without a doubt the most delicate, the most soft, and Xichen could never get used the privilege of being allowed to see him like this. He was half-hard, and Xichen wanted to run his large hands over Sizhui’s pretty little dick, but they had been firmly secured to the side of the bed by his brother and brother-in-law, making him stretch out horizontally.
He knew what this meant, and again, it send hot shivers down his spine. A moment later it was confirmed when Wei Wuxian grabbed his face and made him hang his head over the side of the bed.
‘Hello,’ his brother-in-law said, smirking at him upside-down. ‘That beautiful mouth of yours just begs to be filled…’ He reached underneath his robes – despite being a part of the Lan clan for years now, he still preferred his signature reds and blacks – and pulled out his dick. Wei Wuxian had one of the prettiest dicks Lan Xichen had ever seen: the kind of dick you saw in yellow books. He opened his mouth and gladly took it between his lips, closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of the warm flesh moving inside the hollow of his mouth. The size and curve of him were perfect for a leisurely blow-job: the soft head bumping against his palate and his tonsils when he pushed in fully, the girth enough to not be hard on Xichen’s jaws. When he had Mingjue or his brother in his mouth, it was a chore to keep his jaws from cramping while he choked around their flesh invading his throat. With Wei Wuxian – and also the younger two – he could relax while they used his mouth and he was free to focus on other stimuli. Or he could let his mind go numb and allow himself to become floaty, which was what he loved the most.
Xichen was a giver – he always had been. He wanted his lovers to take all he had to offer, and then some. Nothing made him feel better than to let the people he loved and cared for enjoy him, to quench their thirst and satisfy their lust. Usually, he preferred to play a more active role, but he didn't mind being passive and letting them take what they needed from him either. His supply of love was endless, even if his stamina wasn't.
While Wei Wuxian occupied his mouth, Sizhui hadn’t stopped canting over his hips, bringing his organ, trapped underneath that lithe body, to full hardness, crooning and moaning softly. Now, he lifted himself, grabbed Xichen’s organ and lowered himself on top of it. A silent moan escaped from Xichen’s throat when his cock was enveloped by Sizhui tight, wet heat, and he slipped in to the hilt easily. It came to mind that Jingyi or his brother must have prepared Sizhui, shoving their fingers wet with oil into that nimble hole while the boy rode him to hardness.
Sizhui started moving again, slowly riding him. Part of Xichen wanted to watch him, because even though he’d seen the way Sizhui moved before – hips gliding and thighs flexing, back arched and head thrown back as if he was caught in a dance; it was always mesmerizing. His hands coiled and uncoiled and softly pulled at the ropes, for want of putting them on Sizhui’s hips and holding onto them. But he wasn’t allowed. He heard a soft chuckle come from two sides: one from Wei Wuxian at his head, and one from Lan Jingyi at his feet.
‘They look so fucking gorgeous,’ Jingyi commented, to which Wei Wuxian jokingly replied: ‘Language,’ as if he wasn’t the worst himself when he was caught in the heat of passion.
Someone pushed his legs wider underneath Sizhui – the boy barely even stuttered in his movements – and a pair of long fingers rudely invaded Xichen’s hole. He was still wet with the mixture of oil and come, on which his brother commented:
‘Shameless, ge-ge: coming home to your lovers with your ass already full.’ He curved his fingers against Xichen’s prostate, and this time a moan erupted from him, muffled by Wei Wuxian’s cock. ‘You’ll lend your hole to anyone, won’t you?’ Wangji continued taunting him. ‘If only the other sect leaders knew what a little slut you are, we could have them take turns on you after every convention. Surely that would knit the Jianghu closer together…’
Xichen’s dick jerked inside Sizhui’s hole and he could feel a spurt of pre-come leave the tip. He didn’t quite understand why his brother’s lewd words managed to rile him up: perhaps it was simply because none of them could imagine such filth leaving the pristine Hanguang-Jun’s lips; perhaps it was because he didn’t dare allow such dirty fantasies to occupy his own mind, but he loved indulging them when his own brother proposed them. The contrast was titillating: the revered sect leader of the Gusu Lan, always upright, kind and honourable, being reduced to a fuck toy for men to use. It was impossible, forbidden, and therefore all the more tantalising.
He whined as Sizhui lifted himself and squeezed the base of his dick. He could feel himself throb, and realised – as Sizhui had probable realised a bit sooner – that he’d been getting close. His brother, often the conductor of their love-making sessions, pulled his fingers free and wiped them on Xichen’s thigh, leaned in and whispered to him, over the wet sounds of Wei Wuxian’s dick sliding in and out of his mouth: ‘You don’t get to come until we’ve all had our fill.’ The words filled him with both dread and excitement, the two battling for dominance in his already hazy mind.
‘Put your ass up.’
Wei Wuxian drew out from between his lips, Xichen swallowed and savoured the mix of salt and bitterness on his tongue as he was turned to lay on his side. Lan Jingyi, nude and rock-hard, joined him on the bed, kissed his shoulder, lined himself up and pressed inside. They moaned in unison as he sank in place, taking up the vacant space Xichen longed to have filled. Jingyi was a true Lan in the sense that he was well endowed: his cock bigger than his frame suggested, just like his strength and intellect were more than he usually let on. He pulled Xichen on top of him, used his knees to spread Xichen’s wide, and started fucking him. Xichen’s eyelids fluttered. No matter how much he liked being buried inside another man’s ass or having his mouth and throat filled: nothing compared to the feeling of a rigid, hot flesh rod slamming inside him. He surrendered to the feeling of being nailed and wasn’t surprised to feel a cock head press to his half-open lips: he instinctively opened wide and allowed the full length of the organ to slip inside. Oh, this was Sizhui. Xichen fought the brain fog, pushing it away in favour of him working his lips and tongue over Sizhui’s dick, knowing he’d be rewarded with the most delicious moans and whines. And Sizhui delivered, sending a little shiver down Xichen’s spine with every little sound he managed to draw from his nephew’s lips.
Aside, he heard Wei Wuxian clamour, followed by a punched-out moan of: ‘Lan Zhan…!’ What followed was a series of little grunts from his brother, the sound of flesh hitting flesh as his brother no doubt dug his dazzling length into Wei Wuxian’s soft round ass, and Wei Wuxian’s mewls nearly drowning out Sizhui’s – nearly, but thankfully not completely.
Lan Wangji fucked like a stallion. He was hung like one, he had the stamina of one, and he enjoyed nothing so much as to be allowed to let go and unleash his passion on a loved one. Before Wei Wuxian’s tumultuous return from the dead, Xichen had been the only one capable of indulging him, and although he looked back fondly on every sexual encounter between him and his brother, he was also grateful that he was no longer the sole object of his desire, because there had been times when he spend weeks being unable to sit properly or having to hide a wobble in his stride from having been fucked into decrepitude by his rambunctious sibling.
Jingyi’s hands dug into the sparse flesh covering his hips as he pulled Xichen’s ass down to meet his front as he fucked upward, spearing him deliciously hard and deep. A good preparation for what was to come, because no doubt Wangji would want to use his hole before the morning light graced the tiles of the Hanshi’s roof. No matter if he was still raw from taking Mingjue inside repeatedly, no matter if his rim was still loose and his insides wet with seed.
‘Fuck, Lan-zongzhu,’ Jingyi snarled, before slowing down a bit. ‘I love it when you sound all needy.’
Xichen hadn’t registered he was making noise himself until Jingyi mentioned it. Now the keening sounds seemed inescapable, and he did sound needy: needy and wanton and lascivious…
If only the other sect leaders knew what a little slut you are, we could have them take turns on you… Xichen could feel himself sink away in a delicious haze, listening to the lewd symphony and enjoying the steady pumping of two cocks in his eager holes.
The juniors, however, didn’t have their senior’s famed stamina. Before long, both Sizhui and Jingyi had to surrender Xichen’s body or finish inside of him. When Sizhui tried to pull out of his mouth, Xichen closed his lips around him and gave a loud, protesting moan, making Sizhui laugh. He patted Xichen’s cheek and said, gently: ‘Do you want to taste me so badly, uncle?’
He groaned in confirmation, twice in quick succession. It was his signal, so Jingyi and even his brother and brother-in-law paused, and Sizhui pulled out momentarily, so he could speak. He had to swallow first, and he loved how broken his voice sounded when he said: ‘I want your come, all you have to give, inside me. Fill me up. Make me feel drunk on it.’
That earned him a couple of croons from the other participants. Jingyi was the first to start moving again, punching a cry from Xichen’s lips. Sizhui dug his hand in Xichen’s hair and rudely pressed back inside, and started fucking him fast. Xichen’s eyes glazed over and he hung his head, allowing them to use him. He surrendered completely to the rhythmic slamming of their cocks in his body, and when Jingyi’s movements stuttered and he shouted out his pleasure, Xichen too gasped as if he’d reached his climax. The warm spurts in his ass felt like a triumph: his body, his hole had made Jingyi feel that good…
He remained underneath Xichen until Sizhui too started losing it. His movements slower and he keened softly as he too reached orgasm and discharged in Xichen’s throat, forcing him to swallow it down, which Xichen’s did, eagerly. He kept sucking around Sizhui’s dick, milking him for every drop, and finally released him with a loud pop.
‘Thank you,’ he breathed.
‘Thank you,’ Sizhui replied, all smiles. ‘Happy birthday, Uncle.’
Jingyi and Wangji made Xichen shift, so Jingyi could escape from under him. His place was immediately taken by Wei Wuxian, whose dick was already weeping precome. He shoved inside and moaned: ‘Fuck, you’re so wet, Xichen-ge…!’ It made him feel so deliciously filthy.
At his side, Sizhui was pushed on his back by Jingyi, who crawled on top of him, pushed his legs back and plunged into Sizhui’s small ass. They echoed each other pleasure and Jingyi commented, from between gritted teeth: ‘So nice of sect leader to prepare you for me,’ earning him a breathless laugh from Sizhui. Wangji positioned himself at Xichen’s mouth, hand wrapped around his majestic length.
‘Xiong-zhang,’ he said.
Xichen opened his mouth obediently. Any sound he’d wanted to make was pushed back into his throat by the large cock-head pressing into his mouth, choking him even as it rested on his tongue. He was given a moment to get used to its weight, the stretch of his lips, before Wangji stepped closer and Xichen – trained by years and years of diligently sucking his brother’s cock – relaxed his throat, granting him access. It bulged as Wangji invaded him: he knew this, having seen himself in the mirror taking his brother’s girth, and it made his brain instantly fog with lust. This was what he liked the most about being used: to be fully at someone else’s mercy, having to rely on them to know when he had to breathe, when his choking turned serious and his spasms were no longer from pleasure alone, but from a lack of oxygen. And Wangji knew him perfectly, even better than Mingjue ever could. To his brother, he was truly able to relinquish.
So he closed his eyes, listened to his loved ones moaning and whining, and the dull thumping of cocks as they dug into him, took pleasure from him and in him. He savoured the little pains: the dig of Wangji’s hand in his hair and the grip of him on his neck as he kept Xichen aligned perfectly, so he could use his mouth and throat as a fuck sleeve without restricting the shallow intake of breaths through his nose; and Wei Wuxian’s arms wrapped around his waist as he bruised his prostate. He resurfaced a little when both men stilled, and a moment later a body came to sit on top of him, took his hard, leaking dick inside and started bouncing on top of him, adding to the series of sparks and the pleasure coursing through Xichen’s veins.
He was going to come, he thought vaguely, but before he could he felt Wei Wuxian’s arms tighten around him, and a shout by his ear announced a new splash of seed joining the other loads in his guts.
But he remained deliciously out of touch as they rearranged him, and only responded with a punched-out moan when his brother entered his backside. The stretch of his organ made him feel virginal: as if he hadn’t been fucked half a dozen times in less than a day; and he could feel Wangji’s cock-head poke around his abdomen as if was resolved to claim permanent residence there. He wasn’t aware of the low moans escaping from him until another cock pressed against his lips, and he automatically opened up. Jingyi tasted of Sizhui, and he was long enough to bruise Xichen’s tonsils with every well placed thrust between Xichen’s jaws.
The body on top of him was swapped out for another: Wei Wuxian lowered his hole onto Xichen’s, taking him to the hilt in a single, supple slide; his ass having been fucked loose by Wangji. Just a moment later, a pair of fingers slipped in besides Xichen’s dick, tightening him up, and simultaneously someone cast a spell, stealing away the tightness in Xichen’s loins, allowing him to be used for longer.
Xichen’s heart fluttered. This had to be the best, most loving family in the world, and he would be forever grateful that he got to be a part of it.
Hours later, his hands were untied and two pair of strong hands helped him to sit up. Xichen felt bloated: his stomach seemed overflowing with come; same as his ass had been before his brother pushed a heavy phallus-shaped object into him with a well-meant: ‘Happy birthday,’ ensuring his lovers' seed would remain inside him.
But now, he drew each of the other men into an embrace and treated them to a filthy kiss, which each of them happily received, after which they fell into a pile of arms and legs on the bed, utterly exhausted and spent.
Xichen’s cock still throbbed, not having seen any release, but his brother had promised they would take care of that for him, the next evening, if he kept the plug inside until then...