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Xichen was a patient man, that goes without saying, however, the two people that could make him loose his shit absolutely (don't tell Shufu that he had ever said something so crude, but as he had learnt throughout the years, it indeed was the best expression to describe his state), were Sect Leader Yao, with his ridiculous requests, and his husband - Jiang Wanyin, who, despite cold and unapproachable at the first glance demeanor, was an awful tease (Xichen loved it) and a very loving person.
And now, there he was, at the conference, dealing with both of them at the same time, regretting his life choices (not really). Sect Leader Yao was spouting nonsense about being neglected and isolated by other sects, then he proceeded with a fair share of accusations that he was being bullied and used because of his weaker position - all lies.
But above all that, was his husband, who, for some unknown to him reason, befriended Da-ge, and somehow managed to exert a change of seats on him, so now, instead of sitting next to Jin Ling and Sect Leader Bai Liu, he was sitting next to Xichen, at the very corner of the conference table. At first he didn't really think much of it, after all, they hadn't seen each other in a solid couple of months, he himself felt rather overly excited to meet his husband, and spend some time with him, however, the moment everyone sat down and the conference started, he knew that he was about to suffer.
A-Cheng, being the absolute sweetheart most of the time, chose this exact time to express his neediness and loneliness. How so? Apparently, just spending time after the conference wouldn't be enough for him, and that sneaky, gorgeous man, with a straight face, decided to, well, for lack of a better word, play a bit with Xichen. Literally and figuratively.
What was he doing? At first, nothing much, just a gentle caress of the hand on Xichen's thigh, nothing too distracting, nothing too intimate. After all, as Xichen had observed throughout the years, Jiang Cheng was surprisingly touch-starved. Ah, not in an exciting, sexual way, no. In that sweet, adorable way, when he would hold Xichen's hand while reading reports, or simply keep their shoulders touching, or, when Xichen's hands were busy, he would place his hand on top of his leg, to simply keep feeling the closure. No wonder then, that Xichen didn't notice the danger approaching, he fell for his husband's innocent eyes and focused facial expression.
Soon, however, he felt the hand hiking up, and up, until it possessively wrapped around Xichen's thigh, very close to his private parts. To say that Xichen didn't react at all, would be a big lie, and Lans couldn't lie. The moment the hand rested near that dangerous area, and he felt it squeeze the meat of his thigh, he started feeling hot under his collar. Not too much at the beginning, and it passed very soon, as the hand simply lied there innocently, despite the initial naughtiness. And so, he managed to regain his focus on matters that were being discussed.
Of course, the peace didn't last long, and yet again, and again, he missed the signs. It was obviously too suspicious that his husband wasn't sitting in the place closest to the small podium where cultivators were giivng their speaches. Usually, he sat exactly there, made notes, started heated debates, opposed spoken words if needed, fought ridiculous ideas, however now, he was sitting next to Xichen, and his usual place, occupied his first in command. Another sign Xichen should have noticed. Jiang Cheng never brought his first in command with him to conferences. When he was away, the thought of leaving the sect unprotected didn't allow him to sleep. That's why, to maintain peace of his mind, he always left his FIC there to take care of everything.
Who could blame Xichen for not noticing anything? The moment he saw his gorgeous husband smiling at him with a pure joy written all over his face, all reason left his mind, and he was once again enslaved and blinded by the love of his life. The signs, however, all caught up to him now, yes, he thought with regret. Love made him unwise again, and not even the great amount of experience in leading sect could help him. Hopeless—that is how he would describe himself. Hopeless and utterly at the mercy of his husband.
Ah, but coming back to what was happening under the table. The hand, resting so innocently until a moment ago on his thigh, squeezed him once, then twice, and then, to Xichen's mortification, it started massaging his inner thigh, making its way higher and higher, until the motion was affecting both his thigh, and his member, who, to Xichen's even greater horror, started fattening out. It was unbelievable. His husband, always so proper and focused on his duty, made him hard in the middle of the conference, and, as Xichen saw it clearly now, it wasn't an accident.
Oh no, by no means was it an accident. He risked a shy peak to his left, and saw exactly what he was expecting. Jiang Cheng, sitting there all relaxed, not even pretending to be listening to what Sect leader Yao was talking about, had mischief written all over his face (of course only visible to Xichen as he knew his husband too long to not know what that tiny, almost not noticeable, smirk meant). He tried getting his husband's attention, but to no avail; he was straight ignored. He sighed deeply, and tried to brace himself for what was about to happen to him.
Did he feel the excitement bubbling in the pit of his stomach? With shame, he would have to say - yes. Jiang Cheng wasn't the one to usually try out or indulge in such shameless activities, so it made him feel giddy with want and need to find out what exactly his husband prepared for him. Doing something like that in public, outrageous, and equally arousing, and not uncommon at all. There were incidents in the past when couples tried some riskier activities out and were caught, his brother on top of the list of shameless pairs, so Xichen wasn't too worried. After all, who would dare to say anything to him, he thought with satisfaction, and relaxed into his husband's touch.
Things were getting really good on Xichen's side. His husband, apparently either bored or satisfied with the result he got, as he managed to get him fully hard within a few minutes of his indirect touch, stopped his teasing, and gently, trying not to move too much, sneaked under the layers of Xichen's outer robes, and undid his pants, gaining access to his bare cock. It was impossible to stop the hiss of satisfaction when that teasing hand made contact with Xichen's hot flesh. He was hard to the point of it being painful, and the relief was immense. It was truly an incredible thing how much power his husband had over him. At that point, Xichen wasn't reacting to anyone but him, and he could say it with full confidence as there were a few attempts to seduce him - all failed, the culprits dutifully punished, and his husband was of course notified of the whole ordeal (the reward after was something Xichen was always recalls fondly).
The hand wrapped loosely around him, just as he liked, a few loose pumps as welcome, and then, he felt the hand tightening its grip perfectly, and the slow, leisure strokes started, making his eyes flutter from the pleasure he felt. Yes, his husband knew exactly what he liked, perfect grip, perfect speed, and a teasing squeeze now and then. The groans bubbling in his throat were almost impossible to suppress, yet he managed to hold them. After an especially dangerous one that managed to escape, Xichen looked around. His brother's surprised eyes met his, but Xichen was too relaxed, and felt way too good to feel embarrassed, so he just winked at him playfully. Not once, not twice, he caught his brother with his husband making out or straight out having sex in public, so his didi had no right to critique him.
His bliss was interrupted by a loud, barked laugh coming from his didi's husband. Xichen looked at him from under his heavy eyelids, and couldn't suppress a smirk. Wei Wuxian was looking at him with wide eyes, and a huge mischievous smile spreading on his face. No doubt he knew what was going on, and was more than eager to observe how things escalated. At that moment, Xichen came up with a splendid idea - why not have some real fun? Oh, don't get him wrong, his husband's hand felt divine, but there was something about him that could have felt way better. Xichen closed his eyes and tilted his head back, imagining A-Cheng's thight hole spread oon his cock, remembering all the noises his husband made, his defenseless, delicious face expression. Ah, now he went and did it; he was, speaking plainly, too horny to stop himself.
Once again, Xichen opened his eyes, and winked at Wei Wuxian, who was still watching. The other man, clearly understanding, that something was about ot happen, elbowed Huaisang, who was sitting next to him. Now, Xichen was being watched by at least three people: two overly excited, practically vibrating, and one mortified and shy. It was equally shameless and fun, and Xichen loved it.
The hand still playing with his cock sped up, rightly feeling that he was getting close, but it wasn't the way nor place Xichen wanted to come into. Slowly, leaning closer to his husband, he whispered right into his ear.
"Enough, A-Cheng, you had your fun, and now, I will have mine." The hand stopped, but not really because of his command. Jiang Cheng was surprised that Xichen took action, it was written all over his face. His sweet, innocent husband (compared to Xichen of course), thought that he could play his little game however he wanted. Oh, how wrong he was. What he was doing, was only a foreplay, an appetizer, and now that Xichen's hunger had reached a certain level, he wanted to have a taste of the main dish.
His thoughts must have shown on his face for a brief second, because Jiang Cheng made a horrified noise, and tried to yank his hand from Xichen's pants, probably in an attempt to overall increase the distance between them, but to no vain. Xichen, ready for it, not caring that his movement would attract unwanted (but really unwanted) attention, wrapped his hand, way bigger than his husband's, around both Jiang Cheng's hand and his hard, leaking cock, keeping it in place.
"No, Xichen, you c..." But Xichen silenced him with the Lan silencing spell, earning himself an outraged look from the man on his left.
"I already said it, beloved. You had your fun, I indulged you greatly in your little mischief, and now, you will indulge me in mine." Jiang Cheng was shaking his head frantically, however, in the depths of his eyes, Xichen saw sparks of arousal. His little minx, always so reluctant at first whenever they try something for a first time, yet he is such a slut for it later. He fixed his position on his chair, putting slightly more distance between them so he could observe his husband's lovely face, which also allowed him to speak a tad louder.
"I shall tell you what I am going to do to you, and you will listen like a good boy you are." Xichen saw from the movement of Jiang Cheng's throat that, if not the spell, he would let out the most unholy moan. His A-Cheng loved being a good boy for him, and he knew that way too well. "First, my love, you are going to undo your pants, I don't care how you do it-" Xichen saw tears of embarrassment welling up in those beautiful eyes, but he didn't feel guilty. His husband was the one to start playing in public, Xichen was only showing him what it means when he looses his cool and patience.. "-oh, don't give me that look, A-Cheng, you've already attracted the attention of some of the todays guests, and I am sure we will get more of it later, don't act so innocent. After all, it was you who started it, I am merely finishing it in a way that will leave both of us content and satisfied."
"Later, you will sit on my lap-" Jiang Cheng reacted sharply and started wriggling in his seat, shaking his head again, but there was one subtle detail that told Xichen that his little slut was enjoying it. He was rubbing his thighs against each other, in a clear attempt to release some of the built tension. "No objections." He said it with a firm tone that made Jiang Cheng's pupils go wide, and he stilled in his seat, looking at him hotly. "And then, my love, you will loosen your little, tight hole, and fuck yourself on my cock, are we clear?"
A shadow of worry went through his husband's eyes, and it made Xichen feel a pang of satisfaction in his chest. Jiang Cheng thought that he can play with Xichen however he wanted.That was of course true, in normal circumstances, but Xichen felt too aroused to pass that occasion. A vision of his husband all defenseless, embarrassed, and aroused, being watched by everyone as he squirms on top of him and tries to stop himself from coming until Xichen says he can let go. A shiver went through his body. Everyone would see how proud Sandu Shengshou belongs to Xichen, how Xichen owns him, how he possesses him, and how he lets himself be taken willingly.
"Are we clear?" Xichen repeated in a dangerously low voice, and A-Cheng immediately nodded his head, his eyes free of any worries, only a hot fire of arousal dancing in them.
"Perfectly clear." The sound of his voice was strained, and colored with desire that sent another wave of shivers over Xichen's body. Oh, his husband was into his little play.
"Then, what are you-" But his sentence was interrupted, and he wasn't very pleased about it.
"Excuse me, am I interrupting some of your alone time, Zewu-Jun? Am I disturbing you, by a chance? Are the problems troubling my sect not big enough for Zewu-Jun to pay attention? Or maybe-" But he couldn't finish what maybe, because Xichen, already fully into his fantasy, had no time to deal with it.
"From what I've gathered, you are disturbing everyone by simply existing-," Shocked gasps, and Wei Wuxian's mad laughter erupted in the chamber. "-what's more, those so-called problems troubling your sects are the exact same ones you complain about at every conference, which means that you are useless as a sect leader for not being able to deal with them in a span of a few years. Moreover, those problems are even real problems. Low-level spirits hunting villages on your territory, you call that a problem?" Xichen mocked the man, who was now staring at him with an inelegantly opened mouth, froze in utter shock. "This, let me explain, is what other sects call a perfect teaching opportunity for disciples to grasp the basics of purifying impure spirits. Floods? Ineffective water dams that hadn't been restored or repaired ever since you took over your position as a sect leader, even though they scream and beg for renovation. Shall I continue? I don't think there is a need for that, as I've proven that you are a lazy, incompetent sect leader, who wastes many hours of every conference to spurt nonsense."
Dead silence fell over the room. Half of the invited, looked in shock at Xichen, the other looked with amusement at Sect Leader Yao. And then, to further surprise everyone, as if they needed more surprise at that moment, Jiang Cheng rose from his seat, stepped closer to him, and took a place directly on his lap plastering his back to Xichen's chest. Then, he turned back, and whispered hotly in a rushed, trembling voice.
"A-Huan, you... It was so unlike you. You were so powerful, and demanding, and rude, yet still eloquent." He sent Xichen such a look, that he could not really control himself, and, driven by a rush of the adrenaline he felt from speaking up in such a manner, he grabbed Jiang Cheng by his waist, lifted off his lap, and threw on the table in front of him, hiking up his robes, noticing with satisfaction that the pants had already been removed. He caressed the pale flesh gently, enjoying the smooth skin under his touch, and then, all of a sudden, hit it with a short, sharp movement.
"I believe that we all agree, that Sect Leader Yao's time is up for this year's ceremony?" No one dared to defy him, making him feel even more powerful and mighty, what all combined made him chance the way he wanted to play with his husband, who was oh so obediently laying on the table with his ass up and bare. Speaking of it, he really appreciated the location of their seats, Xichen situated them in such a way, that both of them were facing the crowd, so no one could see A-Cheng's ample bottom. He purred in satisfaction, he could teach his kitten a lesson without letting anyone see anything.
"Now, if I may, I have a matter I would like to bring to everyone's attention. Please indulge me, after all we've all suffered Sect Leader Yao's pathetic speech, and what I would like to discuss is way more... exciting, than whatever problems he could ever discuss." A few laughs and snorts were heard amongst overall humms of approval. To his greatest amusement, Sect Leader Yao was trying to protest, but his didi already used a silencing spell on him, so he could only swing his arms widely, but no one paid him attention.
"Let me express my gratitude for allowing me to change the order of today's discussion." He bowed curtly at everyone, cupping his arms in front of him, and sneakily reaching into his sleeve to retrieve a small pot of oil. Straightening his back, Xichen uncorked the oil while making sure that no one saw, and right after, he spread his beloved's cheeks in order to start preparing him. A-Cheng twitched in a surprise, clearly not expecting Xichen to act so fast.
"The topic I would like to discuss today-" He circled the tightly shut, furled entrance of his husband's body with one finger, and continued to speak. "- is the behavior of my dearest husband." He heard a loud intake of breath coming from the men in front of him, and felt how his hole convulsed at his words. Smirking inside his head, he pushed one finger inside, and searched for the pleasure spot that would make his husband squirm prettily under him, all that while still speaking, of course, he was Zewu-jun after all, multitasking was no problem for him. "Ever since the conference started, he did everything to distract me, and seduce me. I find this kind of behavior worth punishing, don't you agree with me?"
Hunger started showing on some faces, other expressed amusement or disbelief, and some, like A-Yao and Da-ge just shook their heads fondly, knowing how lost Xichen was for his husband. Yet, there was overall agreement that that shameful behavior called for punishment, ones like Wei Wuxian and Huaisang cheered loudly for him, encouraging him to proceed.
"That's right, Xichen-ge! I saw what he was doing the whole time! Shameful, utterly shameful, someone should teach my shidi how to behave." And then, after a pause, he added. "How to be a good boy." The words, combined with Xichen's skilled fingers still assaulting Jiang Cheng's prostate, made the poor moan aloud, much to everyones entertainment.
"Oh my, I am afraid it might be too late, he has already succumbed to pleasure. We better discuss a good punishment, as for now he is clearly enjoying himself." Added Huaisang, who tried to hide behind his fan, and yet, Xichen could see glimpses of redness adorning his cheeks, and the short, fastened breaths he was taking. It seemed that not only A-Cheng, and he were enjoying that little play, which, for some weird reason, made him even more aroused.
"What do you propose, A-Sang?" He spoke those words without any emotions, as if they were discussing a night hunt or any other ordinary point of the actual discussion, however, despite the neutral tone, his hand was a different matter. He managed to fit three fingers inside his husband's eager hole, that was now practically sucking his fingers in. The man himself was panting, squirming, and moaning quietly without stopping as Xichen felt mean enough to make sure that one finger was rubbing his prostate over and over again, while the other two were gently spreading him out. The hole was already red, and glistening with oil, it looked sinful, and utterly delicious. Ah, but Xichen had to hold himself back, he had to act unaffected despite an obvious tent that even his robes couldn't hide, fortunately A-Cheng's lovely butt was higher than his hips, so it wasn't visible to anyone other than himself.
"Ah, I don't know, Xichen-ge, I don't know." The sparks in his eyes stated clearly that he knew. Xichen sneaked a look at Da-ge, knowing that if he participated, his little brother would jump to action immediately.
"I am sure you can come up with something nice, didi, unless you want me to think of something? Surely you can use this brilliant occasion to show off your genius." Da-ge knew how to speak to his didi, as just seconds after he spoke those words, Huaisang presented them awfuly tempting idea.
"I believe that if he is enjoying it so much, you should simply tease him just as he teased you, and not let him reach completion." A-Cheng mewled as a sign of protest. Xichen was torturing him by not letting him come for quite some time already, however, the idea seemed indeed appealing to Xichen.
"That's settled then, it seems like a sensible starting punishment." Xichen fit the fourth finger in, and feeling the intensivity contractions of A-Cheng's hole, he knew that he was close. It was a time to change the tactic, instead of assaulting A-Cheng's pleasurable spot, he opted for simply spreading his fingers inside, not letting the hole close until it reached the point of no closing at all.
"A starting punishment?" Asked happily Wei Wuxian, whose hungry eyes never left his shidi's face. "You plan to do more?"
"Ah, Master Wei. Your lovely shidi planned to tease me mercilessly for the whole conference, and as I believe, he either did not want to let me come at all, or he simply wanted me to spend myself in his palm. As if there wasn't a better place that could take my seed." Jiang Cheng cried loudly, and to Xichen's surprise, judging by the movements of his walls, came. Shivers traveled up and down his spine for who knows what time, as he thought about all the new possibilities it created. "I am afraid, A-Sang, that your plan has been ruined. My sweetest Lotus just came from having his little hole played with and words alone. He wasn't even filled, jus the thought of receiving my seed made him ecstatic enough." He didn't stop the movement of his fingers, and as Jiang Cheng tried to run away from his fingers, he immobiled him by grabbing his hip with his other hand.
"No escaping dear, I will soon give you what you've missed so much." Jiang Cheng let out a beautiful cry and stilled, knowing he has no changes. He was sweating, and breathing fast, still weak from his recent orgasm.
"Now, what shall we do with A-Cheng? Any other suggestions?" He glanced at Huaisang, who was staring at Jiang Cheng so intensely, that he dropped his fan.
"If he wants to come so much, then you should make him come until he begs you to stop." The sadistic side of his personality finally emerged from that part of his personality Huaisang was trying to hide that much.
"It indeed sounds lovely, a punishment fitted for such a strong man as Sandu Shengshou. We will see, my love, how long it will take to break you."
And with these words, Xichen inserted himself in one go, not minding that A-Cheng was still raw and sensitive. He moved his hips without stopping, ripping another and another orgasm from his beautiful, pliant at this point husband, who could only moan and cry on his cock. From time to time, Huaisang, Wei Wuxian or Da-ge requested something special to make things even more interesting, like spanking or choking the beautiful man under him. Xichen did everything, feeling how A-Cheng's walls fluttered in delight, even though he had no strength to react further.
They were going at it for a solid couple of hours, changing positions and tempo much to everyone's enjoyment, when Xichen finally deemed it fit to stop the punishment, as it seemed that Jiang Cheng had learned his lesson. A few last snaps of his hips, and he flushed them to his lover's butt cheeks, now red from all the slapping, and burrowed himself deeply to release that last, small load inside. Jiang Cheng, still concious to everyones surprise, moaned weekly, and his walls fluttered for one last time.
Xichen brought closer some seat, and plopped on it, tired, but thoroughly satisfied, taking A-Cheng with him, and enveloping him lovingly in his arms.
"Now, A-Cheng, was it a good idea to tease me?" Xichen asked while covering his husband's neck and cheeks with kisses, looking at him with a gaze filled with love. Those tired, violet eyes opened, free of previous hunger, as Jiang Cheng replied. With a raw from screaming voice.
"Yes, more than worth it." And he kissed Xichen deeply, slowly, without the heat they were experiencing earlier, simply enjoying the intimacy.
The laughs of disbelief and amusement erupted at his words, and Xichen simply shook his head fondly. His beloved was truly insatiable, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Everyone seemed to be in a good mood and very refreshed after days of discussing complicated sect business, and only Sect Leader Yao had something to complain after Wangji finally released the spell.