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Much to Jiang Cheng’s chagrin, Nie Huaisang refuses to have sex with him until his bandages are off. No matter how many times Jiang Cheng pins him to the bed in the mornings, or against the wall in empty hallways, or tries to sit him on the desk in his office, Nie Huaisang always stops him as he reaches for his robes.
“I don’t want you hurting yourself,” Nie Huaisang manages, pants , really, as Jiang Cheng presses kisses down his neck, already half-hard between his legs.
“Do I seem like someone who is hurting right now?” Jiang Cheng says before he bites viciously, mouthing at his husband’s neck until he moans again. Contrary to his own words, Nie Huaisang tilts his head to give Jiang Cheng more access.
“That could change when halfway through you’re bleeding again.” Already, he’s been back to the healer three times because he’s gone too hard in training and reopened his wounds or messed up his shoulder. He’s been (appropriately, in Nie Huisang’s opinion) chewed out by the healer several times, even when she’s just passing through and sees him doing too much for his current condition.
“It could,” Jiang Cheng agrees. His hand finds Nie Huaisang’s thigh and inches up slowly, under his robe.
“You-” Nie Huaisang lets him, for a moment, because gods, does he want it just as much as his husband. As soon as his hand gets too close to his own hardness, though, Nie Huaisang reaches down and grabs Jiang Cheng’s hand, stopping it. He takes a moment to compose himself before looking down.
When did Jiang Cheng get his robe open?
His stomach is littered with light marks, all the way down to his hips.
He fixes his husband with a glare, almost faltering when he meets Jiang Cheng’s dark eyes.
Almost.
“No , A-Cheng.”
Jiang Cheng groans and rolls off of him, lying on his back and looking up at the ceiling.
Nie Huaisang gets out of bed and starts getting dressed.
“Ride me? Take the work from me so I don’t hurt myself?” Jiang Cheng practically begs. Nie Huaisang smiles at him.
“I’ll be out in a few minutes and you can take care of your problem the way you did before we married,” he practically sings as he secures his outermost robe.
Jiang Cheng lets out another groan.
“This is hell,” he decides, still pointedly looking at the ceiling.
Nie Huaisang laughs.
He certainly agrees.
===
Nie Huaisang doesn’t even see his husband, but his wrist is loosely grabbed as he passes through the hallway and Jiang Cheng tugs him around a corner, pushes him against the nearest wall, and kisses him.
Nie Huaisang gives him this--gives them both this, if he’s being honest--he lets Jiang Cheng crowd close and press him flat against the wall, one arm encircling his waist while the other is braced beside his head. Nie Huaisang lets his fan fall to the ground and carefully loops his arms around his husband’s neck.
Nie Huaisang puts a hand against Jiang Cheng’s chest, though, when his hand falls low enough to squeeze his ass. “Don’t-”
“Feel,” Jiang Cheng puts his hand over Nie Huaisang’s and presses it against his chest. Normally it’s rough and uneven, cloth bandages hidden under the smoothness of Jiang Cheng’s robes, hidden to the eye but visible to the touch, but now it’s completely smooth. “No bandages.”
Nie Huaisang’s face brightens. “When did you get them off?”
Jiang Cheng looks at him, exasperated. “Is that really a concern right now?”
“No, no, you’re absolutely right. I couldn’t care less-”
Nie Huaisang laughs as Jiang Cheng pulls him through the nearest door--his office, funnily enough--and keeps kissing him.
Jiang Cheng walks him right up to the back wall and then lifts Nie Huaisang, hands under his thighs to support him, presses him back, and keeps kissing him. He starts kissing down Nie Huaisang’s neck, over the various creams he’d used this morning to cover the marks made in bed, as Nie Huaisang begins to make soft, needy sounds, rolling his hips against his husband.
“I need this,” Jiang Cheng breathes, hot and heavy in the crook of Nie Huaisang’s neck.
“I know,” Nie Huaisang moans, “I know, me too,” and then he grabs Jiang Cheng’s face and kisses him again.
Jiang Cheng begins rocking against him, and they both begin to harden.
Despite their marriage not becoming so emotionally intimate until recently, they’ve been having sex with each other since the consummation, and the long period of time where they hadn’t been able to do anything really took its toll on both of them.
Nie Huaisang feels himself harden completely and he leans his head against the wall as Jiang Cheng continues rocking against him, and he wonders, fleetingly, if they could come just like this, in their pants against a wall like teenagers, when there’s a knock on the door.
They both freeze and go silent, and Jiang Cheng rests his forehead against Nie Huaisang’s shoulder with a devastated “no.”
“Sect Leader?” A voice calls. “Sect Leader, sir, you’re needed.”
“Is it urgent?” Nie Huaisang can hear how rough his voice is and he feels a jolt go through him, remembering all the times Jiang Cheng has said his name in that voice, thrusting into him, fucking him into the bed until he has to beg him to stop.
“Please say no,” Nie Huaisang whispers.
“Yes, sir.”
They both let out groans, and Jiang Cheng gently sets Nie Huaisang down.
“I’ll be out in a moment.”
Footsteps round the corner and fade, and Jiang Cheng gives Nie Huaisang a desperate, crestfallen look.
“Later,” Nie Huaisang promises in a whisper, pressing a light kiss against the underside of Jiang Cheng’s jaw.
Jiang Cheng answers by pulling him close and kissing him again, hard enough to leave him breathless, before fixing his robes and stalking out of the room.
“Not too much later,” he calls over his shoulder before opening the door and leaving.
Fan still in the hallway, Nie Huaisang fans himself with his hand.
No, he won’t be able to wait long, either.
===
Later, as it turns out, is right after dinner. Once Nie Huaisang makes sure the dishes are taken and the household is preparing for night, he slips into their room to find Jiang Cheng soaking in the tub. From what little he can see, the bruising is gone.
The whole room feels thick and steamy with the temperature from the water.
Jiang Cheng must hear him enter, and for a few moments the only sounds are the water hitting the edge of the tub, the louder waves outside rolling against the piers, and the soft clinks as Nie Huaisang begins taking off his accessories and hair pieces of the day.
“Join me,” Jiang Cheng bids when Nie Huaisang comes behind the screen, in just two layers of his robes.
“If you would like.” Jiang Cheng doesn’t look away from him and raises an eyebrow. Nie Huaisang smiles.
The thickness of the air isn’t the only thing making it hard to breathe.
Jiang Cheng watches as he undresses and then shifts back, giving Nie Huaisang plenty of room to settle in front of him. The water rises almost completely to the rim of the tub as Nie Huaisang lays against Jiang Cheng’s chest, head pillowed against his shoulder. His hair floats on the surface of the water and Jiang Cheng pushes his own back. It drips methodically onto the floor.
“How was the rest of your afternoon?”
“Completely pointless.” Nie Huaisang feels the frustrated breath Jiang Cheng lets out against his neck. “Problems in the training yard. Urgent , my ass. I pulled Zidian out and they all ran, no more problems.” Jiang Cheng presses a kiss behind Nie Huaisang’s ear. “I should’ve just had you wait for me in my office.”
Nie Huaisang just hums at that. “But I also had things to do, dear husband. We can’t keep sneaking away on afternoons like newly betrothed teenagers.”
“Why not? I’m the Sect Leader, I can do what I want.”
Nie Huaisang snorts.
“Unless, of course, you didn’t want me to.” Jiang Cheng’s hand finds the upper inside part of his thigh and just sits there.
“Mean , A-Cheng,” Nie Huaisang chides. He shifts his leg so it’s hooked on the outside of Jiang Cheng’s, widening the space for his hand. He looks back up at his husband, hooking one hand on the back of his neck. “So mean.” Then he pulls him down for a kiss.
Jiang Cheng squeezes his thigh as he kisses him back, forcing his head back as he eagerly licks into his mouth until Nie Huaisang is moaning and pushing against him. Jiang Cheng’s hand slides down, down, but stops just shy of where Nie Huaisang wants it and he whines.
“Don’t bully me.”
“Is this bullying?” Nie Huaisang gasps as Jiang Cheng’s hand finishes its journey, grasping him under the water. “Is this me being mean? Did you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare,” Nie Huaisang tries for a glare, but Jiang Cheng just smiles at him as he fondles him. Nie Huaisang’s hips move under the water, sending little waves against the rim of the tub.
Nie Huaisang falls against Jiang Cheng, fingernails digging into the back of his neck as his husband strokes him in the way he knows he loves.
“A-Cheng…” Nie Huaisang stutters as water starts spilling over the edge, “A-Cheng, we’ll make a mess.”
“That’s my plan, yes,” and then Jiang Cheng lets go, grabs Nie Huaisang’s hips, turns him around in his lap, and kisses him.
Nie Huaisang immediately threads his fingers through Jiang Cheng’s hair, holding his head as Jiang Cheng holds his waist hard enough to leave bruises. He’s shamelessly moaning into Jiang Cheng’s mouth as they kiss, hot and intense and wet.
It’s so much more than what they were doing in the office earlier, and Nie Huaisang is almost painfully hard because of it.
With each movement of his hips, their cocks brush each other, drawing low, rumbly sounds from Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng wraps a hand around them and Nie Huaisang gasps, throwing his head back. Jiang Cheng takes the opportunity to go for his neck again, and Nie Huaisang can feel him leaving mark after mark as me makes his way down.
“Ah- -A-Cheng-”
“Want everyone to know that you’re mine.” Nie Huaisang whimpers and bucks into his hand. “All mine, and I want them to see how crazy I am about you.”
“They know,” Nie Huaisang whispers, because it’s true. So often he’s stopped by the people of the town, by the disciples, by the junior students, and told how much he’s adored by them, and by their Sect Leader, who has mellowed out and become softer, more open with affections, since their marriage. Everyone can see how they are together.
“Good,” Jiang Cheng growls as Nie Huaisang rocks against him harder, faster, panting and moaning. Please, please falls from his lips over and over as he gets closer to his release, and he can feel in the way Jiang Cheng is pulsing against him that he’s just as close.
“There,” Nie Huaisang gasps as Jiang Cheng changes the rhythm and angle of his hand, “gods, there, just like that, A-Cheng-”
“Fall apart for me, Huaisang,” Jiang Cheng whispers against the hollow of his throat, “right here. Come on.”
Nie Huaisang pushes against Jiang Cheng’s hand and one of his hands lets go of his hair to grab the rim of the tub behind Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, just for something stable to hold on to. He pulls on Jiang Cheng’s hair and his husband retaliates by nipping along his neck, deep moans pressed against the warm skin. Water pulses against his back and constantly spills over the sides.
“Please, please , don’t stop, don’t… don’t-- oh-” Nie Huaisang falls against Jiang Cheng as he comes, hips stuttering in their movement as Jiang Cheng strokes him all the way through and then comes, cock pulsing against him. Nie Huaisang whines at the sensitivity, clutching Jiang Cheng’s once bruised shoulder so hard new marks will certainly be left behind.
Jiang Cheng cleans his hand off in the water and runs a hand through Nie Huaisang’s hair, grabbing it and angling his head for a kiss. Nie Huaisang moans and meets him, pressing as close as he physically can, biting at his lower lip.
“Alright?” Jiang Cheng asks between heavy breaths.
“More than,” Nie Huaisang assures him before kissing him again. Jiang Cheng lets him control the depth for a moment before he pulls on his hair again, exposing his neck. Nie Huaisang laughs as Jiang Cheng’s lips trail down.
“More?”
“More,” Jiang Cheng agrees. He thumbs over one of Nie Huaisang’s nipples, getting a sharp gasp from him, and then slides Nie Huaisang back and stands. He steps out of the tub and helps Nie Huaisang step over the rim, and then they completely forgo towels as Jiang Cheng carries his husband to the bed.
“Can you handle that?” Nie Huaisang asks, laughing, but still worried about his husband’s physical condition.
“Do I look like someone who can’t?” Jiang Cheng asks as he drops Nie Huaisang on the bed, climbs between his legs, and kisses him.
Nie Huaisang lets his worries be brushed aside as he’s kissed, hands along the planes of Jiang Cheng’s back, and he doesn’t even realize Jiang Cheng has pulled out the oil until a fingertip rubs along his entrance.
Jiang Cheng meets his eyes and waits for him to nod before pressing the first finger in, thrusting shallowly.
“Another,” Nie Huaisang demands quickly. “I’m fine, another.”
Jiang Cheng chuckles and leans down to lick at his nipple while he slips a second finger beside the first.
Nie Huaisang cups the back of his head, threading his fingers in Jiang Cheng’s hair, holding him there. He already feels himself growing hard again. This won’t be the first time they’ve gone multiple rounds in one night, but it’s been so long he’s more sensitive than usual.
Jiang Cheng realizes this, he must, because his fingers move slowly inside of Nie Huaisang, curling deliciously and stretching him.
Nie Huaisang keens when Jiang Cheng’s fingers find just the right spot and he feels Jiang Cheng smile against his chest before moving to the other nipple, adding another finger. It doesn’t take long until Nie Huaisang is panting and moaning, free hand twisted in the sheets, and begging Jiang Cheng to just fuck him already.
“Hold on, hold on- shit.”
Nie Huaisang flips them and straddles Jiang Cheng’s waist, smiling down.
“You were too slow.”
“Oh?” Jiang Cheng’s hands find his hips and he thumbs over the bone, rolling his hips up as Nie Huaisang reaches back to cover his cock with oil.
Nie Huaisang sinks down slowly, the burn is a lot with how long he’s gone without any penetration, not having found the time for himself alone while Jiang Cheng was healing. Jiang Cheng sucks in a breath underneath him, hands tightening on his hips.
“You’re so tight,” he chokes out. Nie Huaisang braces a hand on his chest and his head falls forward as he bottoms out, resting right on Jiang Cheng’s hips.
Fuck , his legs are already shaking.
“A-Cheng…” he puts pressure on Jiang Cheng’s chest when he tries to sit up. “No.”
“No?” Jiang Cheng takes Nie Huaisang’s hand and kisses his palm. “As my husband commands.”
Nie Huaisang’s cultivation isn’t high enough for him to heal as fast as Jiang Cheng, so he still has the final remnants of bruising on his right forearm. Jiang Cheng presses a light kiss there, too, before lifting his arm to the headboard. Nie Huaisang grabs it and uses it for leverage as he starts rolling his hips.
Jiang Cheng lets out a strangled groan and one hand drops to his thigh, squeezing.
“There,” he moans, “just there, gods , keep doing that.”
Nie Huaisang does his best, pressing hard down against his husband, bouncing in his lap, trying to bring the most pleasure to both of them. It’s working, he can tell, with the look on Jiang Cheng’s face, with how hard he’s breathing, with the ache already building in his back. It feels so good.
Nie Huaisang doesn’t last long, though, not at all, not with the aftershocks of his last orgasm still affecting his body and with how deep inside Jiang Cheng is. His legs start shaking just a bit in, and it’s all too easy for Jiang Cheng to flip them again, pushing his back against the bed.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, pressing a light kiss underneath Nie Huaisang’s jaw, and then he sits up, hikes one of Nie Huaisang’s legs high over his hip, and thrusts into him.
It’s deeper this way, somehow, and Nie Huaisang feels his breath forced out of him with each thrust.
“A-Cheng, A-Cheng,” he moans, over and over. He twists his hands in the sheets, letting Jiang Cheng do the work. “A-Cheng, please-- fuck. Fuck.”
Jiang Cheng leans over him, hand braced on the headboard, and he uses it to strengthen his thrusts, pushing Nie Huaisang into the bed with each one.
He can’t breathe. His cock is throbbing against his stomach, and he can’t breathe, and his legs burn from how wide they’re stretched, one pressed into the bed by Jiang Cheng’s hand and the other wrapped around his waist. His leg keeps slipping, though, from how sweaty they both are.
“More,” he murmurs, groans, whimpers. “More, A-Cheng, please.”
Somehow, Jiang Cheng finds it in himself to comply, thrusting harder and faster until Nie Huaisang is crying out loud. He hopes this part of Lotus Pier is empty, but part of him hopes people hear. Hopes people know how much he and Jiang Cheng love each other, hopes they know how amazing his dearest Jiang Cheng is, hopes they know how well Nie Huaisang is being fucked by the fearsome Sandu Shengshou.
He comes twice more, on his back, trapped in Jiang Cheng’s arms and unable to get away until his husband is satisfied. He forces his hips to move, meeting each of Jiang Cheng’s thrusts, until Jiang Cheng’s hips falter and he presses deep into Nie Huaisang with a groan against his neck as he comes.
Then they lie there, breaths echoing in the room, listening to the sounds of the night--bugs chirping outside, water from the lake rolling against the shore, distant conversations carried their way by the wind.
“We need another bath,” Jiang Cheng says with a snort, but Nie Huaisang doesn’t let him get far. In fact, he doesn’t let him pull out at all. “A-Sang.”
“Stay,” Nie Huaisang winds his arms around Jiang Cheng’s neck and rolls them to the side, curling close. “Stay like this, for a while.”
Jiang Cheng kisses his forehead getting comfortable. “As long as you want me.”
“All night?” Nie Huaisang asks, softly, and he shifts, feeling Jiang Cheng’s soft cock inside him.
“Like this?”
“Mhm,” he hums, already getting drowsy.
Somehow, Jiang Cheng manages to turn Nie Huaisang around so he can lay in front of him, his back to Jiang Cheng’s chest, arm tight over his waist.
“Just like this,” Nie Huaisang breathes, pressing a kiss to Jiang Cheng’s hand. He turns his head and lets Jiang Cheng kiss him, gentle and deep, before letting the sounds of their home lull him to sleep, safe and cradled in the arms of his husband.
===
Neither of the considered what it would be like waking up so connected like that, but neither of them complained when Jiang Cheng pushed Nie Huaisang on his stomach, and then up on his hands and knees, to fuck him.
He had to bite down all his moans and whimpers as Jiang Cheng took him again, all too aware of the sounds of the household waking and preparing for the day. Footsteps passed outside the door several times, and Jiang Cheng ended up reaching around to slip his fingers into Nie Huaisang’s mouth, pressing on his tongue, to try and keep him quiet.
He had his own problem to deal with, then, as Nie Huaisang came, pushed him back, got to his knees off the bed, and took his cock in his mouth until Jiang Cheng came down his throat, teeth clenched and hands fisted in Nie Huaisang’s hair.
“Not a bad morning, I’d say,” Nie Huaisang says, voice rough and throat raw. He lets Jiang Cheng pull him back into bed and curl against him again, facing outside. The blanket drapes low over their hips and Jiang Cheng runs his fingers over Nie Huaisang’s side, pressing into each of the marks he made.
“Just not bad?” He asks. “I guess I’ll just have to do better.”
Nie Huaisang laughs into the kiss Jiang Cheng gives him. He rolls over and throws a leg over Jiang Cheng’s hip, smiling as they kiss until the movement of people becomes more prominent, calling them out of bed and into yet another day.
“I’ll need a bath,” Nie Huaisang says with a soft groan. One hand sits against his lower back as he moves, soreness already starting to settle in.
“And a robe with a high neck.” Jiang Cheng’s fingers dance teasingly along his neck and Nie Huaisang swats them away.
“Don’t you start again.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jiang Cheng lays flat on the bed with a grin, one hand folded behind his head. The other joins Nie Huaisang’s hand on his back and he rubs soothingly. “Should I send word for breakfast in here today?”
“Sect Leader Jiang,” Nie Huaisang glares at him, “if I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re just trying to keep me in bed.”
Jiang Cheng’s smile is enough.
“People will talk if we don’t make an appearance soon. It’s already late.”
“Let them talk,” Jiang Cheng wraps his hand around Nie Huaisang’s waist, and before he can even think he’s on his back, caged in by Jiang Cheng’s arms, his husband hovering over him, “let word get all the way to Qinghe Nie how I just can’t seem to get enough of my beautiful,” a kiss to his jaw, “intelligent,” his throat, “perfect,” Jiang Cheng mouths at a dark mark on his collarbone, “husband.”
“You’ll have Da-ge after you if he heard talk like that,” Nie Huaisang says with a shiver.
“Don’t want your brother knowing you have sex on a regular basis?”
“A-Cheng!” Nie Huaisang gasps and covers Jiang Cheng’s mouth. “Think about your sister and her husband, do you want to think about how they have sex on a-”
“Stop.” Jiang Cheng lays against him and kisses him until he stops trying to bring his attention to his sister and his brother-in-law’s sex life.
“Perhaps…” Nie Huaisang sighs and lets his thighs fall open, wrapping his legs around Jiang Cheng’s waist. “Perhaps a bit longer wouldn’t hurt.”
“So glad you see it my way, Young Madame.”