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Li Lianhua wished it was a bright and sunny day. It was decidedly not.
As it poured cats and dogs, he scrambled around Lotus Tower to pull down the tarps on each side. Hulijing trotted in followed by Fang Duobing, quick enough that the rain had only gotten them a bit damp.
“Where’s Di Feisheng?” Li Lianhua asked, squinting out the door. The rain was coming down so thick that everything was just impenetrable, hazy grey.
“How will I know?” Fang Xiaobao joined him, peering over his shoulder. “I thought he must’ve come back from the town before we did. He wandered off by himself after a while– Hulijing no! ”
While he grabbed a cloth and ran to still Hulijing before she shook off all the damp onto the bed and the floor, the wind turned. The rain blew in with it, and Li Lianhua shut the door. Di Feisheng could knock well enough.
Once Hulijing was dried off sufficiently, Fang Duobing looked over dubiously to the stove. “What are you making?”
Really, it had been almost a year and he still had no faith at all. How rude. “It’s just stew. Perfect for this damp, cold weather.” As he made to lift the lid, Li Lianhua smacked his hand away. “Fang Xiaobao, let it be. All the flavour will escape.”
“That might not be a bad thing,” the brat grumbled, shuffling off to fuss over tea. Li Lianhua let it be for now and settled at the table. Fang Duobing soon joined with a steaming pot and three cups. Li Lianhua sipped his cup slowly, listening to him ramble on about how the fried snacks in the village were great and they should all go try them once the rain stops, there was something fishy going on about the disappearance of the second son of the biggest silk merchant in the area, there was a very nice view from atop a boulder on a nearby hillock–
A knock came at the door, quick and firm. Fang Duobing jumped up to see to it. It was such a lazy day and he was still bursting with energy, almost too much to contain within this small space. Even Hulijing seemed done for the day, curled up under the table.
It was Di Feisheng at the door, wet as a drowned rat. Fang Duobing took inordinate joy in watching him wring out the worst of the rain from his hair and clothes at the doorstep. “Serves you right,” Xiaobao gloated, steering clear as he stepped in. “Where did you go off to, leaving me and Hulijing alone in the market?”
“Some of us have a sect to run,” Di Feisheng grumbled, moving right towards the table.
“Ah-ah-ah,” Li Lianhua snatched the third cup out of his reach. “You’re not dripping at my dining table.” Before Di Feisheng could object any more beyond shooting his Very Annoyed scowl, Li Lianhua herded him to the far corner.
Fang Duobing launched right back into it. “It’s not you, it’s Wuyan running the Jinyuan Alliance. Honestly, you should just hand it over to him officially. What’s the point of meeting him once every few weeks just to be told what’s happening?”
Di Feisheng didn’t answer though, and from Fang Xiaobao’s scoff a moment later, he could only believe that Di Feisheng was simply too disgruntled by the damp to answer. Handing him a towel, Li Lianhua went back to his tea and watched him shed the outer layers and try to get dry.
Barely a minute later, Fang Xiaobao clucked his disapproval at the futile attempt and got up, poking his nose right into Li Lianhua’s cabinets like he owned them. Scolding him felt like too much work, so Li Lianhua just settled for shaking his head and grumpily watching him dig through his clothes instead. “Both our spares are stuck upstairs! Just change into a pair of Li Lianhua’s robes for now,” Xiaobao said, pulling out a plain, pale green set. He held them up, looking between them and Di Feisheng critically. “They may be a bit tight, but I think it’s manageable.”
Li Lianhua watched Di Feisheng’s face go from frowning slightly to smirking slightly. “It’ll fit,” he said, simply snatching the robes out of Fang Duobing’s hand. Li Lianhua buried his nose in his teacup. While he busily scrubbed at a spot on the porcelain with the hem of his sleeve, Fang Duobing came back to the table, grumbling, “Didn’t he sound a bit too sure?” Li Lianhua pretended not to hear and focused on the spot. With a knowing look and a scoff, Fang Duobing drank his own lukewarm tea in one shot.
The silence grew a bit awkward on Xiaobao’s side when they heard Di Feisheng’s wet clothes land on the floor with a splat. Though Fang Duobing had grown utterly shameless in changing before either of them, and Li Lianhua couldn’t be bothered to care after the way they’d helped him through his recovery, Di Feisheng had always preferred having his own space.
Li Lianhua stole a glance at Xiaobao, and bit back a smile at the way he was pointedly looking away from Di Feisheng’s corner, deeply contemplating the stew instead. There was the slightest hint of pink on his cheeks. Li Lianhua thought he would’ve liked to look the other way, if allowed.
Di Feisheng soon shuffled over to the table, so at odds with the domineering striding he preferred in general. Li Lianhua noted the robes left hanging carelessly open over the pants with some surprise. Towelling his hair dry roughly with one hand, he sat down beside Li Lianhua. Fang Duobing, still too energetic for Li Lianhua’s liking at the moment, wasted no time in filling the third cup and pushing it to Di Feisheng. “Drink it up before-”
A clatter, and the words cut off in a quiet, strangled noise. Li Lianhua glanced up, followed Xiaobao’s line of sight, and fought not to choke on his tea.
Fang Xiaobao’s mouth had fallen open. The pink had faded completely, leaving him pale. His big eyes were all wide, looking right at Di Feisheng’s chest. To be precise, at the metal glinting at his nipples. They were understated, as far as these things went; plain, dull gold rings, quite small. But with the robe left open, they were in plain sight.
For a moment, Fang Duobing’s mouth moved like he was going to say something. Then he snapped it shut, eyes going even wider as he looked away from the piercings to Di Feisheng’s face. He regretted it the moment he made eye-contact, the flush immediately returning with a vengeance. Setting down the cup before Di Feisheng brusquely, he cleared his throat and looked down. It was foiled by how his eyes seemed incapable of not catching on the rings immediately. Realising his folly, Xiaobao cleared his throat again and jerked his head at the tea without a word and went back to staring a hole into the stew.
With the hint of a smirk, Di Feisheng took his tea and Li Lianhua wondered if this attack on Fang Duobing’s senses was premeditated after all. Figured. It was only so long before Di Feisheng noticed all the not-so-subtle staring and blushing. Though the route he’d taken to address it was… interesting.
“Aren’t you cold?” Fang Duobing managed to finally say, sort-of-but-not-really looking again.
“I run hot.”
“Whatever. I don’t care, you’re the one who’ll get a cold.”
Leaving it at that, Di Feisheng simply went back to sipping tea and carelessly drying his hair. Fang Xiaobao lasted all of a minute before he caved to the silence. “Who dries their hair like that?” he snapped, and Li Lianhua had to focus to not inhale tea. “Hopeless. How do you have any left at this rate?”
“Because I’m not a pampered brat.”
“Nonsense,” Xiaobao muttered. “You have such good hair, and still mistreat it. You’re a brute.” As Di Feisheng kept drying his hair – really, Li Lianhua didn’t see anything objectionable about his technique – Fang Duobing jumped to his feet.
“I can’t bear it anymore!” He held out a hand to Di Feisheng. “Give me that towel.”
Di Feisheng frowned. Fang Duobing reached over and snatched it away himself, then dragged Di Feisheng to move to the side of the table that wasn’t against the wall. He stood behind him and started carefully patting the hair dry. “It’ll dry by itself before you get it done,” Di Feisheng grumbled, then proceeded to just sit there and let Fang Xiaobao have his way. Li Lianhua smiled into his cup, wondering at the sight before him. When had the two of them become this way?
~~~
By the time he finished drying A-Fei’s hair, Fang Duobing felt a little less like he wanted to flee Lotus Tower. He had such lovely hair, fine and flowing like silk, it was almost unfair. When they used to share the bed upstairs, (before Di Feisheng and Li Lianhua started sleeping together, which Fang Duobing had no feelings about whatsoever), Fang Duobing had gotten to touch it often by accident.
“There, it’s done,” Fang Duobing declared, patting the top of his head once before sitting back down. Li Lianhua refilled his cup for him. It still made Fang Duobing preen even though Li Lianhua deigned to do it more often these days. He drank it so happily he forgot about Di Feisheng and his shameless display and nearly inhaled half his cup when he turned back to him.
While Li Lianhua clucked in disapproval and instructed him to look up at the roof, Di Feisheng blinked at him with a strange look. It was gone in a second, but it reminded Fang Duobing of a Hulijing sitting in a sunny patch-- so relaxed they were half-asleep. He’d gotten like that just because Fang Duobing had dried his hair? The thought made something warm curl in his chest. He wanted to see it again--
What was he thinking!!
“What are you choking about? Di Feisheng said with the tiniest smirk that was so unbearably smug that Fang Duobing snapped.
“You’re sha–” He paused to hack up some more. “You’re shamelessly sitting around with your robes like– like that! I know you and Li Lianhua don’t have anything to hide from each other, but what about me? I’m here too!” It came out significantly more petulant than intended. Fang Duobing contemplated taking a walk in the pouring rain if that was his only escape from this conversation.
“You change your clothes in front of us all the time, what are you talking about?”
“You—” What did he have to say? Nothing. He downed the rest of his tea instead. And then his eyes were sneaking yet another glance at those awful horrible terrible piercings without his permission and--
“Ask whatever you want to ask,” Di Feisheng said, matter-of-fact, like he was correcting Fang Duobing’s posture on a new sword technique.
So far, he hadn’t allowed a single thought to cross his mind, only the empty buzzing in his brain. At Di Feisheng’s words, that immediately failed. The piercings were a dull gold in the lamplight and Fang Duobing’s very first thought was to wonder what they tasted like. He was so very close to just immolating himself on the kitchen stove. He might not even need the stove at the rate his face was heating up. He scrambled for something that sounded less like a proposition. “How did you get them anyways?” he finally asked in the most disinterested voice he could muster.
To his surprise, Li Lianhua leaned forward to listen too. So he didn’t know either? It was something he had increasingly come to notice, that for all their familiarity, there was a lot these two didn’t know about one another. It was confusing and relieving. He felt less like the odd one out when things were like that.
“I slept with a man who had them. It looked good, and he seemed to enjoy having them played with.” Di Feisheng answered. “It made me curious.”
“If you still have them, then I suppose your curiosity paid off,” Li Lianhua said, without any regard for Fang Duobing’s mind which was hanging on by the barest of threads. Catching the look that A-Fei shot Li Lianhua, Fang Duobing suddenly felt like an intruder. But then he turned the very same look to Fang Duobing, and the feeling dissolved into thin air.
“I suppose it did.”
Fang Duobing swallowed and broke the eye contact before it turned him inside out. Just a couple more hours, and he would be away from all this and asleep and this day would be over . He kept mostly quiet all through dinner, and went up as quickly as he could without rousing any suspicions.
Alas, it was impossible to fall asleep like this. Fang Duobing lay stubbornly still against the buzz in his body. He still felt hot from all the times he'd gone red like some innocent maiden that evening.
He knew exactly what this particular kind of restlessness was. He may never have lain with anyone yet, but he took care of himself whenever it was necessary. In the past year, it wasn't uncommon for Li Lianhua to feature in those guilty fantasies. It had been excruciatingly embarrassing but he'd learned to live with it. And ever since Di Feisheng had become his lover, sometimes Fang Duobing thought of them together, too. Those were even more embarrassing.
Part of him refused to do anything about anything, even denying there was anything to do. The rest of him went over his own past imaginings, fixing the image of Di Feisheng closer to the truth he'd seen today. He might have just laid there that way all night if it weren't for the creak of the stairs. Confused and ridiculously guilty, Fang Duobing sat up just as Di Feisheng appeared at the head of the stairs. That damn robe was still undone, damn him and all his ancestors!
“What are you doing here?” Fang Duobing demanded. It sounded meaner than intended, but that never did A-Fei any harm. He just walked right up to the bed and sat down. The movement made the lamplight catch on the piercings for a brief second. Fang Duobing was going to kill the man.
“We're sharing,” he said.
Fang Duobing’s heart flipped in his chest and something else flipped in his gut. “Did you and Li Lianhua fight? Did he kick you out?”
Di Feisheng met his gaze evenly and said, “I'm here for you.”
Fang Duobing stared and stared. “A-Ah?”
“You’ve been staring for months now. Are you going to do anything about it?” Di Feisheng’s gaze dropped to his mouth as he spoke. Fang Duobing stared some more as the meaning of the words sank in. He hadn’t been all that subtle after all. He was going to disappear off the face of this earth–
Wait. Di Feisheng knew, and he was still here?
“Oh.”
“Hm.”
“Stop smirking!” Fang Duobing snapped, fighting the burning urge to hide his face in his hands. He didn't stop at all, the bastard. “Doesn't Li Lianhua care that you're here with such– such intentions?”
Di Feisheng snorted at his choice of words. “Would you prefer if he was here instead?”
The answer to that should be an instant yes , but it really wasn't. “As if he ever would,” Fang Duobing mumbled instead.
“You're both fools,” was Di Feisheng’s eloquent reply. “Stop sulking and decide what you want now.”
It was an utterly unfair demand and by all rights Fang Duobing should be objecting to how sudden and rude Di Feisheng was being about it all, and–
Oh, damn him!
Fang Duobing didn't let himself think too hard as he turned to face Di Feisheng better. He let himself look at the bare, scar-littered skin, at the metal hooked into each nipple. The very thought of it made Fang Duobing’s own chest ache with both pain and pleasure.
“How does it feel?” he wondered out loud.
“Do you want to see?”
Feeling a little like he was jumping off a cliff, Fang Duobing reached for the piercings in answer. He touched one with his fingertip, deliberately avoiding even a brush against skin.
“It's warm,” he noted with surprise and immediately felt like a fool. Of course it was, pressed against Di Feisheng’s body all the time. When he looked up, Di Feisheng was watching with dark, dark eyes, waiting. Emboldened, Fang Duobing held the metal between two fingers, feeling the small but undeniable weight, brushing skin as he fiddled with it.
Some of his sanity fled as he realised that Di Feisheng's nipple was perking up under the attention. Only half aware of himself, Fang Duobing thumbed the nipple right over the ring he'd been playing with and watched Di Feisheng stutter on an exhale. A heartbeat later, a hand was tangled at the base of his ponytail as Di Feisheng pulled him close.
He stopped before they could meet, just a breath away. A thrill shot down Fang Duobing’s spine as the reality of it came crashing down. He closed the last few inches, and they were kissing. Di Feisheng didn't start slow. He nipped and sucked and pulled and licked his way in, and Fang Duobing could only let him, giddy with surrendering himself to such exploration. The lips and tongue learning the shape of his, the way they would part for breath gasping for air, the weight of fingers curled around the side of his throat.
When they broke apart for what felt like the hundredth time, Fang Duobing slid a hand that had been clutching Di Feisheng’s shoulder to his chest, once again teasing at a nipple by flicking the ring. He felt Di Feisheng’s breath hitch at it.
“Show me,” Fang Duobing said. “How it feels.”
Without a moment's hesitation Di Feisheng got rid of the under robe he had left on for sleep and ran a warm hand up his ribs. Fang Duboing shuddered at the callouses against his skin. Half a second later, the pad of Di Feisheng’s thumb rubbed hard against his nipple, then tugged, harsh. A strangled moan burst out of Fang Duobing. “Something like this,” Di Feisheng smugly said. And then he bent down and sucked the other one into his mouth.
The wet heat of it was startling, and the longer A-Fei kept going, the urge to move, shudder closer and writhe further from it, filled him till he couldn’t sit anymore. He fell back on his hands, and A-Fei followed, beast after its prey. He looked up without pause from under long lashes as he dragged his tongue over to the other side. Fang Duobing groaned and dropped his head back, arching into A-Fei’s mouth.
With a hand pressed to his hip, A-Fei turned him till his legs no longer spread over the bed’s edge and crawled over him. A knee pushed between Fang Duobing’s legs and he rubbed against it without a thought. It earned him a hum of approval, which felt fucking fantastic considering A-Fei was still sucking on his nipple. Just that hum, the way A-Fei’s breath hitched before- he wanted more of that, not just his own embarrassingly loud moans! That mouth on his chest was too damn distracting!
Gathering his scattered wits, Fang Duobing tugged A-Fei off with a hand in his hair, using it to pull him closer to kiss again. A-Fei let him, and that caused a heady rush of its own. Fang Duobing sat up to properly to yank him closer and ended up with a lapful of him.
Fang Duobing tore himself away from the kiss to clumsily tease his mouth along his jaw, down his neck, ear to collarbone, over shoulders. A-Fei wasn’t loud (yet!) but Fang Duobing was paying attention to every little twitch, the way his breathing quickened and hitched when Fang Duobing bit the place where his neck met his shoulder, the tightening of the fingers A-Fei had gripping his sides.
And finally, finally, Fang Duobing reached his destination. Apprehension reared its damned head as he hesitated before A-Fei’s piercings.
The hand in his hair slipped lower till A-Fei’s thumb pressed under his jaw, making him look up. Fang Duobing’s heart skipped a beat at how wet his lips looked.
“Don’t be stubborn if you want to stop,” Di Feisheng said. Ordered.
Fang Duobing swallowed. “What… if I do something wrong? I don’t know what- how-”
“You won’t.” A-Fei tugged him closer, and Fang Duobing was suddenly even more aware of the heat trapped between them, the warmth of the skin his chin was nearly brushing, the heat in the eyes looking down at him. “I won’t let you.”
He believed that. Yes, of course A-Fei could look after himself. Everything he had done so far had been allowed to happen, Fang Duobing realised with a terribly delicious curl of heat in his gut, because Di Feisheng had wanted it. The thumb under his jaw came up and pressed against his lips. It felt like a ridiculous thing to cause a shudder, but it did. Fang Duobing let its weight part his mouth, and Di Feisheng smirked.
Oh, Fang Duobing would see how long that lasted. With renewed shamelessness and confidence, Fang Duobing used his tongue to pull one of the hoops in his mouth and tug. A-Fei stilled for a moment, and let out a quiet grunt as Fang Duobing’s tongue explored the texture. It was strange but addictive, the feeling of tongue passing over sensitive skin and hard metal. Fang Duobing could stay here probably forever.
He didn’t notice the hand Di Feisheng had crammed between them till it was palming his cock. A strangled noise escaped Fang Duobing’s throat as he rocked into the firm touch. He mouthed mindlessly at A-Fei’s chest, panting as the fingers worked their way into his pants to touch him.
A-Fei pushed him onto his back, his face inches from Fang Duobing’s when he spoke. “You haven’t done this before?” he asked, knowing eyes fixed on him.
“Sh-Shut up,” Fang Duobing managed, flushing and dragging A-Fei into a kiss to make sure he did. But Di Feisheng entertained him for all of three seconds before pinning him down and away against the bed with a hand around his throat. Fang Duobing swallowed, and found that it heightened the press of fingers against his skin.
A-Fei’s hand twisted over the head of Fang Duobing’s cock in a way that made him jerk with a gasp. His thumb slid up to the corner of Fang Duobing’s mouth again, a quiet pressure. “Don’t worry. You’re good,” he said, and the words set something ablaze in Fang Duobing. He bit the thumb into his mouth.
Without a flinch, Di Feisheng bent down to bite the side of his throat in retaliation, the other hand still pumping Fang Duobing’s cock at a slow and steady pace. He shuddered head to toe, hips rocking of their own accord at the sharp jolt of pleasure every hot bite and suck sent through him. There was something even more maddening about how A-Fei’s face kept brushing his neck-- mouth, nose, the occasional flicker of long lashes, warm and soft against the harsh bite. Together, they made him dizzy with want.
After mauling Fang Duobing’s neck in three different spots, Di Feisheng continued the rampage down his body. Fang Duobing gripped the sheets and panted his way through attacks to his sides, stomach, hips, everywhere Di Feisheng found skin to latch onto. When A-Fei shoved his pants off and bit at the inside of his thigh, Fang Duobing arched off the bed at the shock of it. He stared down at the sight of A-Fei’s face pressed to his thigh, fingers going up-and-down, up-and-down on his now very wet cock.
Meeting his eyes, A-Fei shifted between his legs, hand stilling at the base of his cock, and it finally sank in what he intended to do.
Heat rushed to his face at the mere thought of it, defeating his courage. With an equally embarrassing noise he dropped his head back and hid behind his hands. “I’m going to die,” he muttered to himself.
With a snort, Di Feisheng’s hands mercilessly pulled his own away from his face. “You’re being ridiculous,” he informed Fang Duobing with unmistakable amusement on his stupid face. “You don’t want to?”
“No!” Fang Duobing blurted out before Di Feisheng could decide this was where they stopped for the night. Fang Duobing would cry if he ended up having to take care of himself after all this. “It’s just…”
Di Feisheng raised a brow and Fang Duobing kissed him with a little more bite than was strictly necessary. It deepened into something much filthier than any kiss they’d traded so far, and Di Feisheng bit his ear before speaking right against it. “Answer me properly,” Di Feisheng said, voice low. “Yes or no.”
Fang Duobing wrapped an arm around his shoulders and swallowed his shame. “Yes.”
A-Fei kissed him again, teeth dragging over lips. “Behave, and I’ll let you ride my fingers.”
Fang Duobing stilled, shivering at the pleased hum Di Feisheng let out as he swooped back down his body, fingers dancing over the red marks he’d left before wrapping around his dick again. Fang Duobing watched, unable to look away as A-Fei settled between his legs once more and--
All the air punched out of him as Di Feisheng swallowed down half his cock without any preamble and started bobbing his head up and down. It was so much, all at once, and he scrambled to hold on, hands twisting into the sheets and into A-Fei’s hair. Every time Fang Duobing dared to think he was slowly figuring out how to cope with the intensity of a certain sensation, A-Fei would move on to the next. Sucking around him, toying with the head of his cock while it was half in his mouth, teasing at his balls, everything. It was so much, he didn’t understand how he wasn’t coming already.
Fang Duobing whined in complaint as Di Feisheng stopped. All his embarrassment was drowned under how stupidly good this felt. With a smirk, A-Fei hitched one of Fang Duobing’s legs over his shoulder, spreading him wider. Fang Duobing stilled as he felt a wet finger massage his entrance.
Oh, oh it was really happening. He forced himself to breathe steadily and not clench too hard as A-Fei worked a finger in. It felt narrower than Fang Duobing’s own did when he tried (and mostly got annoyed) trying to ride his own fingers. It felt a little strange, mostly. Fang Duobing rolled his hips experimentally.
“Keep still,” Di Feisheng said, and started fucking the finger into him. His eyes stayed fixed on Fang Duobing’s face, watching closely. After a while, he pressed at the rim with another finger, then paused with a frown and climbed off the bed. Fang Duobing blinked as he made for the stairs.
“What are you doing?” he called out.
“Oil,” Came Di Feisheng’s response from halfway down the stairs. Which was soon followed by the faint sound of a muffled laugh from downstairs.
Oh. Li Lianhua was right there. He definitely could hear everything happening upstairs.
Part of Fang Duobing wanted the ground to swallow him up forever. The rest of him was shameless, apparently, and liked the idea of being overheard by Li Lianhua a little too much.
He dropped his head back against the bed and fought the urge to hide under the blanket. Di Feisheng reappeared soon enough, a small bottle in hand. He returned to the bed and poured some of its contents into his hands, slicking up his fingers. Was this what he looked like while preparing to fuck Li Lianhua too?
The thought fled as Di Feisheng pulled his leg over his shoulder once more and pressed two fingers into him steadily. Fang Duobing hissed at the shock of it, writhing away and towards the feeling. A-Fei’s fingers fucked him and spread him as he relaxed into it. It was less strange with two fingers, but it was hardly–
“Ah!” The shout escaped Fang Duobing as Di Feisheng’s fingers brushed past a spot inside. With a satisfied look, Di Feisheng deliberately massaged it over and over again. Groans turned into breathless gasps and moans as Fang Duobing felt the climax edge closer and closer.
On the very brink of it, Di Feisheng pulled out and Fang Duobing would kill this man right this instant. “What are you doing!?” he snapped.
Di Feisheng’s free hand squeezed around his hip, hard enough to bruise while the other pressed at his entrance again. “Behave.”
Fang Duobing opened his mouth to tell him to try and ‘behave’ when he was a second away from orgasm, but before he could start, Di Feisheng pushed in again. Fang Duobing clenched around him and realised, giddily, that it was three fingers this time. The ache eased away as he was steadily fucked loose by them. Boneless and wound up tight enough to snap at the same time, he rolled his hips in time with A-Fei.
And then A-Fei found his way to his prostate once again, no longer thrusting but rather rocking against the spot. Then he started sucking on the head of his cock too. Fang Duobing’s eyes fell shut, head thrown back, frozen with the intensity of it. It hit him like a crashing wave, through every inch of him like lightning. He trembled as A-Fei slowly drew his fingers out, rubbing at the entrance while wiping away some of his cum from the corner of his mouth.
Fang Duobing watched in a daze, fascinated as A-Fei’s tongue licked away the little that had spilled onto his dick. His eyes were molten as he surged up Fang Duobing’s body, kissing him even more senseless. Fang Duobing let out an awfully helpless noise as he tasted himself in A-Fei’s mouth. Clumsily, he grabbed A-Fei’s face and gathered him closer. The solid weight pinned him, surrounded him with warmth.
Di Feisheng shifted till he was straddling one of his thighs and ground himself against it, the hard length of his cock obvious even through the pants that Fang Duobing only just realised he was still wearing. A-Fei was using him to get himself off and in that moment Fang Duobing couldn't think of a single thing that could be hotter. Those piercings rubbed against his front, between them, and that shouldn't be as hot as it felt either. Fang Duobing buried his face in A-Fei’s shoulder with a whine.
A-Fei let out a huff of breath, somewhere between a laugh and a grunt before rolling off of him, onto his own back. They only just fit in the bed like this, crammed together. With a sigh, Fang Duobing rested his head more comfortably, half on A-Fei’s shoulder. Had he come too? Had Fang Duobing somehow missed that?
He got the answer soon enough as A-Fei shucked his pants off and took himself in hand. Fang Duobing watched, curiosity turning into confused shock when A-Fei nudged him off and rearranged himself. “What are you doing?” Fang Duobing asked as he lay back down with a pillow under his hips.
“It’s easier this way,” Di Feisheng answered. Then he pulled out the oil to slick his fingers again. Fang Duobing felt a little breathless as he watched him work a finger into himself.
“You…” Pushing himself up on an elbow, Fang Duobing took in the sight with heat creeping up his face. It was such a sight. A-Fei, bare on his back beside him legs spread, bared in the way Fang Duobing himself had let himself be just minutes ago. Something twisted in his heart at it. “You would let…”
“What?” Di Feisheng spoke without pausing the motion of his fingers. Fang Duobing’s eyes shot back to his face, to hooded dark eyes watching him through those long lashes. Di Feisheng, unfortunately, looked stupidly good while he looked smug. “I let Li Lianhua fuck me.” His eyes trail slowly down and back up Fang Duobing. “If you can get it back up again, I’ll let you fuck me too.”
“If ?” Fang Duobing shot back even as the prospect of having A-Fei like that melted a hole into his mind. “I’ll go ten times in a night if I want to!”
A-Fei looked both amused and curious, but Fang Duobing found himself taken by the constant, steady motion of him fucking himself. His fingers clearly knew what they were doing very well. He groaned under his breath as he adjusted, finding a specific angle he evidently seemed to enjoy best. It made him arch a little, and Fang Duobing couldn’t tear his eyes from the piercings once again, from their subtle glint with every rock of his hips.
Inching closer till he was flush against Di Feisheng’s side, he traced a hand down his chest, stomach, hip. A-Fei slowed a little as his touch slipped further down, closer to his cock. He bit the inside of his lip as Fang Duobing took him in hand, and if he weren’t torn between wanting to do fifteen things at once, Fang Duobing would’ve taken over the lip-biting for him.
A-Fei rocked into his touch as he stroked him without any hurry, thumb passing over the tip every time just because it was heady, feeling how wet he was. He didn’t stay there long, though. Fang Duobing traced down the inside of his thigh and then out, down to his ass. Splaying his palm over the underside of his thigh for support, Fang Duobing spread his legs further apart. With an appreciative hum, Di Feisheng arched into his own fingers, picking his pace back up.
Fang Duobing started laving his tongue over those damned piercings which refused to let him live in peace. It was fun to hear A-Fei’s breath hitch when he tugged at them with his teeth, but Fang Duobing’s favourite thing to do was suck a nipple and the piercing into his mouth and feel the stark contrast of metal with skin against his tongue. How long could he keep at it before A-Fei got too sore?
The steady, warm weight of A-Fei’s hand settled just under the nape of his neck, fingers digging into his back deliciously hard at his ministrations. Fang Duobing moaned and went harder, and got rewarded by a proper groan that rumbled in A-Fei’s chest.
After an indefinite amount of time spent with his face buried in A-Fei’s chest, the hand on his back slid up, fingers scratching into his hair for a grip. A-Fei used the leverage, sadly enough, to pull his mouth off of him and meet his gaze.
“You’re hard again,” he said, nodding towards Fang Duobing’s dick. “Get on with it.”
Oh . So he was. He hadn’t even noticed! He scowled as Di Feisheng smirked right at his face. “See if I do anything for you if you make fun of me!” he warned.
Eyes narrowed, Di Feisheng pulled him closer till he felt every word he said on his lips. “Nothing is stopping you from leaving.”
Fang Duobing burned for the entirety of three seconds before smashing their mouths back together. Grabbing A-Fei’s face in both hands, he climbed on top of this awful, horrible man and kissed him as hard as he could. Under that onslaught, A-Fei still managed to rearrange his legs till Fang Duobing’s hips were bracketed by his thighs.
Reluctantly, Fang Duobing broke away after a while and shuffled a little further down A-Fei. Heat crept up his face at an alarming rate as he considered what they were about to do–
“What?” Di Feisheng demanded, jostling him a little with his legs. Fang Duobing swatted back at a knee out of habit, before answering with a frustrated sigh.
“It’s like you said. It’s my first time doing any of this.”
Di Feisheng, as always, met his gaze levelly, unfazed by anything. It was like Fang Duobing’s heart dropped anchor. Steadied, he admitted, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I told you already. I won’t let you.” He stopped there, but it felt like a pause. Fang Duobing waited, and sure enough, after a few seconds of weighing some unknown things against one another in his head, he added, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust you.”
In learning to live around Li Lianhua, Fang Duobing had resigned himself to watching every moment of vulnerability be deflected and hidden behind a dozen lies. Honesty didn’t come easily to that old fox. After growing used to that, A-Fei’s rare but brutal honesty hit a thousand times harder. Every time he simply spoke the truth of what he felt, Fang Duobing’s heart felt fit to burst. A sudden swell of fondness, of something warmer still, stifled all his words. All Fang Duobing could do was stare back.
“A-Fei…” he eventually managed to say, but found no other words that meant anything at the moment. Leaning back up, he kissed him once again, softer than he had dared to so far. For a moment A-Fei remained still. Then he pressed back, meeting his pace and slotting their lips together so sweetly that Fang Duobing never wanted to move an inch, hard dick or not.
Eventually, while Fang Duobing gathered his wits and nibbled on his ear, A-Fei let out an impatient huff. “Are you fucking me or not?”
Did he have to put it so coarsely?! “I’ll– Yes. But I want you on top,” Fang Duobing admitted, losing the battle against the rising flush in his face. A-Fei let out a long suffering sigh and flipped them around, Fang Duobing’s wrists pressed to the pillow beside his head. “I have to do everything around here,” he grumbled, straddling his hips properly.
Fang Duobing grinned happily in answer, melting into the bed as he lay pinned under A-Fei’s weight. “You’re good at what you do. I have no complaints, I’ll watch and learn.”
The fingers around his wrist squeezed harder as A-Fei’s eyes narrowed. “I won’t hold back.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“Hmm.” A-Fei’s hands released him, sadly enough, as he reached back to oil his dick and line it up with his entrance. His brow furrowed a little in focus, even as his eyes stayed firmly on Fang Duobing. Fang Duobing swallowed as he felt his head press against the rim. He rested his hands on A-Fei’s thighs and found the skin slightly damp with sweat now. Fang Duobing ran his hands up and down, hip to knee, kneading and feeling the controlled shift of solid muscle underneath, every minute movement of his hips.
When the head of his cock went in, Fang Duobing bit his lip hard enough to bruise it. Some instinct urged him to thrust, to move his hips and seek more immediately. He stifled it and felt A-Fei slip a little further down. The heat and pressure of it was nothing like he’d expected; it was almost intimidating. How was he supposed to move here?
As the thought crossed his mind, while still holding his gaze, A-Fei slammed himself down the rest of his length with a quiet sound that made his mouth fall ever so slightly open. Fang Duobing gasped high and long, freezing as his dick got engulfed in that slick heat. Before he could pull anything coherent from his mind, A-Fei was riding him.
The pace of it was so intense that Fang Duobing struggled to keep up with him, panting for breath only to spend it the next moment in some debauched noise or other. Hands free once more, A-Fei pressed him down into the bed with a palm over his sternum, shifting from the thrust to a more grinding motion.
“Don’t come inside me,” A-Fei told him, still watching. “I don’t like it.”
Fang Duobing nodded, panting and finding his breath. The grinding was different, the intensity of the pleasure more bearable and almost pleasant.
Then A-Fei found the angle he was looking for and picked the pace right back up.
Fang Duobing cursed, fighting the urge to shut his eyes and surrender to all that was coursing through him. He drank in the sight, every single detail. The constant, powerful shift of A-Fei’s body over his; the way his hair, dishevelled and spilling over his shoulders, grazed Fang Duobing’s skin when he bent over him; that look, that sharp focus which was so very similar to the look he got during a particularly good fight.
Di Feisheng’s hands were too busy pressing Fang Duobing down to touch himself. His dick curved downward, grazing Fang Duobing’s stomach with every downward thrust. Fang Duobing reached for it and delighted in the surprised grunt A-Fei let out as he started pumping him. Encouraged, he put his other hand to work playing with the piercings and tracing teasing lines all over A-Fei.
It was increasingly hard to focus as the pressure of an impending orgasm welled up once more, pleasure surging stronger through them both every second. As A-Fei’s rhythm started to stutter a bit, Fang Duobing stroked him faster, thrusting to drive himself deeper, harder. With a sharp breath A-Fei stilled over him, and the next moment he came, spilling over Fang Duobing’s hand and stomach. Fang Duobing stilled too, letting him ride it out.
A-Fei soon pulled himself off and Fang Duobing pulled him down to bite at the lips that had been too far to kiss for too long. He shuddered as Di Feisheng kissed him back as if to devour him, still shaking a little from his own orgasm. Fingers swept through the cum on his stomach and wrapped around his dick, jerking him off. He came again in seconds, moaning into the kiss and making even more of a mess on himself.
A-Fei’s eyes were still dark, fixed on him unwaveringly. Everything in him wanted it to not stop, wanted to make the blood keep racing under A-Fei’s skin just as his own did. The image of him licking the cum off Fang Duobing’s dick floated across his mind, how he’d felt like he was on fire watching that.
Without another thought he raised his messy hand to his own lips and licked A-Fei’s cum off of it, and–
“Blegh!” Fang Duobing scrambled to sit up, spitting and wiping his mouth on an unfortunate robe that lay by his head. “How did you swallow that!? It’s awful! ”
Lao Di, the bastard, laughed as he sat up and tried to rub the taste off his tongue. “It’s not for everyone.”
In revenge, ignoring the disgruntled noise A-Fei let out, Fang Duobing dragged him to kiss better and got tolerated for about a minute before A-Fei pulled away, scowling at the mess he’d spread on both of them. “Brat,” he grumbled, picking up Fang Duobing’s robe and heading over to the basin in the corner. Oh, he was using it as a washcloth. Fang Duobing threw a pillow at him, which of course he easily dodged. That old bastard!!
With narrowed eyes, A-Fei came back and pushed him back onto the bed and wiped him down as well, all efficient and none too gentle. It was still kind of sweet, the kind of thing that made affection fill Fang Duobing’s heart to bursting in a matter of seconds. Fang Duobing snatched the cloth from him and threw it aside, crowding up against him to kiss him again. Just as he debated whether or not to add to the reddening marks along his collarbone, a few sharp raps rang through the moment. It took Fang Duobing a moment to realise they were from the floor.
“Congratulations to the two of you, but could you finish up sometime soon?” Li Lianhua’s muffled voice floated up. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”
Fang Duobing instantly felt himself turn beet red, and nearly let go of Di Feisheng. But wait! “I’ve spent long enough listening to the two of you go at it hours into the night,” he shouted back, tightening his arms around A-Fei. “Get a taste of your own medicine!”
Some distant grumbling about whose house this was came from downstairs, but Fang Duobing was determined to ignore it in favour of biting A-Fei’s ear. Alas, before he could, Di Feisheng held him back.
“A- Fei ,” he started to complain as A-Fei pulled himself out of his clutches, but it got swallowed up by a yawn that nearly split his face in two.
“Rest,” A-Fei told him, fishing his own robe off the floor and putting it back on. “You’re not used to this.”
Fang Duobing sat up and prodded his shoulder. “Don’t make me your excuse. Just say you’re too sore to go again!”
Grabbing the prodding hand still, A-Fei shot him a supremely annoyed look. “You’re going to fall asleep halfway through whatever we do. I don’t want to be left hanging.”
“Tell yourself that–”
Fang Duobing cursed his own body as another yawn escaped without permission. Ignoring his complaints, A-Fei lay down and flung his pants at him. Fang Duobing put them on begrudgingly. Ugh, his eyes really were feeling heavy. When he fell back onto bed, he curled around A-Fei a little more unashamedly than he’d dared to before, burying his face in the side of A-Fei’s neck.
In the last few moments of wakefulness he felt A-Fei’s hand curl over his own, linking their fingers together.
~~~
The next day was, thankfully, a bright and sunny day. Li Lianhua had busied himself airing out all the wet clothes first thing in the morning, and was picking a basket of spinach when Fang Duobing slunk over to the drying rack and spread out the robe he’d been wearing when he went to sleep last night, freshly washed.
Li Lianhua couldn’t resist the temptation. “Good morning,” he called out and watched Fang Xiaobao freeze for a moment. Li Lianhua really couldn’t help but ask, “Slept well?”
All attempts at acting like nothing had happened crumbled to dust as Fang Duobing scowled at him. “You– Stop teasing!”
“What did I do? I’m just being polite.”
“Whatever.” Fang Xiaobao wrestled with something for a few seconds before puffing up like a rooster and declaring, “I won’t be ashamed of it.”
His earnestness was sweet even if it was no surprise, and Li Lianhua found himself feeling terribly fond again. Turning back to the spinach, he nodded. “Good for you, Fang Xiaobao.”
Like a moth to flame, Fang Xiaobao immediately drifted over to sit at his side with that look on his face. The look he got whenever he scented that Li Lianhua was hiding something, or when he was going to ask something that Li Lianhua had no interest in answering. “Tell me, do you really not mind that A-Fei was with me last night?” Fang Xiaobao asked to his face, even though it made his face go a bit pink to say it out loud.
Li Lianhua sighed. “Why would I object? He does what he wants, and so do you. Is it any of my business?”
“But you and him–”
“It’s nothing. We have fun together, that’s all.”
Fang Duobing’s mouth pressed into a flat, unimpressed line. “Even I know that’s a lie.”
Li Lianhua swatted him over the head with a stalk of spinach. “None of your business.”
Fang Xiaobao looked like he wanted to snap back but couldn’t quite figure out a counter. “Whatever,” he grumbled, settling there and helping with the spinach. When had this spoilt shaoye learnt to be truly helpful in running the house? Much to his own resigned despair, Li Lianhua felt a wave of fondness wash over him again.
Di Feisheng appeared round the corner of the house, wiping his hands. “Got water from that stream,” announced, heading in and helping himself to breakfast.
“Good morning,” Fang Duobing greeted, uncertain.
Di Feisheng eyed him dubiously from the counter. “We just fucked. Don’t act weird about it.”
Li Lianhua bent his head over the spinach to hide his smile. “Aiyah, A-Fei, he’s just being polite.”
“You shut up,” Fang Duobing hissed, flinging a leaf at him before turning to A-Fei, who was busy pouring himself congee. “And you. What’s wrong with a ‘Good Morning’? Everyone says good morning!”
“ You never say it to me. I’m not a maiden you need to woo.”
Fang Duobing scoffed, plucking the spinach with vengeance. “Who’s wooing? I’m not wooing anyone. Who would waste their time wooing you?”
Of course, it rolled off A-Fei like water off a duck. He came over to them, two bowls in hand, and held one out to Fang Xiaobao. He took it without missing a beat, still grumbling as he tucked in. “It’s your turn to do the dishes today,” A-Fei reminded him helpfully.
“I did it instead of you last week, you still have to make up for that.”
“Just say you’re too lazy to do it.”
Fang Xiaobao kicked at him, and Li Lianhua shut it down before they could break the stairs. “ Enough , just go spar outside or screw each other or something, I’ll throw you both out if you damage anything.”
“It has been a while since we sparred,” A-Fei said, thoughtful. He really had a talent for going off topic. “Have you gotten any better?”
“Of course I have,” Xiaobao scoffed, even as his ears turned a bit red. “I’ll defeat you this time, just see. But we need to go investigate that silk merchant in town first, don’t forget.”
Looking disgruntled at the prospect, A-Fei said, “That man talks too much.”
Xiaobao bumped his shoulder. “I’ll handle that. You can just loom in the back till something about that old demonic sect comes up. And Li Lianhua, you’re coming too today, you’ve been slacking off.”
“You two go on. I wouldn’t want to interrupt,” Li Lianhua teased, and immediately regretted it as Di Feisheng narrowed his eyes at him.
“You’re welcome to join us,” he said.
Li Lianhua shot him the flattest look he could manage, then made yet another mistake of glancing towards Fang Xiaobao. He didn’t flee or choke on his breakfast or change the topic. Despite his ears going incredibly red, Fang Duobing met his eye and shrugged in agreement.
Choosing to ignore that, Li Lianhua walked off to the kitchen with his spinach, weighing the merits of running away with the house the minute they left for town.
~~~
“He’s going to run away with the house, isn’t he?” Fang Duobing said, staring into the middle distance as they walked through the main street. It was market day, too. Di Feisheng steered him out of the way of a hawker’s cart by his shoulder and he barely noticed. “I know it. He’ll be gone again.”
“Then we’ll find him again,” Di Feisheng pointed out.
“You’re supposed to tell me it won’t happen, A-Fei!” Fang Duobing complained, and Di Feisheng ignored it. He should know what to expect by now. “Why did you say that to him? You’ve scared him off!”
“He won’t run away just to deny that he wants to fuck you,” A-Fei said, and got a scandalised glare from an old man passing by. Whatever. “We’ll just have to weather him down.”
Just then, someone cleared their throat behind them. Fang Duobing turned, only for his frown to turn into wide-eyed surprise. “Li Lianhua?”
Sure enough, it was him. “I forgot to tell you to buy some stuff for the kitchen,” he said, lifting up an empty bag. Di Feisheng was unable to hold back a smile at how harangued the man looked under the pretense of disinterest. “Since I’m here, I might as well join you.”
Di Feisheng shot Fang Duobing a look. See?
Now beaming, Fang Duobing stuck himself between them and threw an arm around each of their shoulders. “What are we waiting for, then? Let’s go!” Di Feisheng ducked out from under his arm, and Fang Duobing made a face about it. Li Lianhua sighed in exasperation, even as his eyes smiled. They vanished into the bustle of the town together.