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It had been a last, desperate resort.
Jiang Cheng's sister was dead, the cultivation world in chaos after the disastrous storm onto the burial mounds, and Jin Ling? The infant Jin heir was refusing every last one of the nursemaids, screaming himself raw with hunger in Lotus Pier's inner chambers, and yet not accepting a single drop of nurturing milk. The Jin attendants had reported to Jiang Cheng that his nephew had been fussy before, only wanting to feed from his mother's own breast even when there were many maids available. But now she was gone. She was gone, and she would never be able to feed her tiny, fragile son again, leaving him for his helpless, despairing jiujiu to take care of. And Jiang Cheng would do anything to keep his last remaining family alive. He would not let A-Ling starve at any cost, he told himself with certainty, even if he had to achieve the impossible to feed his infant nephew. Out of other options to try, Jiang Cheng had asked for the healers to produce a special talisman, an almost forgotten family technique which had been developed in past times of famine and war. This talisman would give a man the ability to nurse. If A-Ling wanted his mother's milk, so Jiang Cheng thought, maybe there was a chance that he wouldn't reject milk of similar blood.
For several months, the matter of how the infant young master Jin was fed had remained one of Lotus Pier's tightly guarded secrets. The disciples made sure to protect their master from prying eyes, and for good cause; along with the subtle swelling of his breasts, the normally stern Sect Leader Jiang had somehow become just a little softer, just a bit gentler when reprimanding his disciples, sometimes even giving out headpats to a really lucky soul. A sweet smell constantly surrounded him now, and there was a new light in his eyes that could almost be called a nurturing glow. Jiang Cheng had started appearing somehow... motherly. And the disciples, realizing how vulnerable their leader was in this state, knew they would keep this new softer side of him safe at all cost.
However, even the most well-intentioned guard could not protect Jiang Cheng from one particular set of observant eyes. This one was a set which never strayed far from the sect leader, as if there was some sort of magnetism involved, distant and respectful, and yet it would always come to rest on his figure without fail. This one set of eyes was also present at the next sect conference, incidentally hosted in Lanling.
This set of eyes belonged to the well-reputed Zewu-jun.
Having fallen in love with Sect Leader Jiang since before even the Sunshot Campaign, he, a keen observer, was the only one outside Yunmeng Jiang who appeared to have noticed the change. How could he not, when the secret gentleness in Jiang Cheng's eyes, which he had so long dreamed of, was even more visible now? When Jiang Cheng's ample curves became more filled out, making Lan Xichen's hands long to encompass them? And when Jiang Cheng started smelling so warm and sweet, with a comforting fragrance that Lan Xichen could not quite place, but which instantly made him feel taken care of?
It was an accident when Lan Xichen caught sight of Jiang Cheng breastfeeding A-Ling. He had simply wanted a word with the other sect leader, a peace offering after the negotiations had gone less than swimmingly in the great conference hall earlier. Eager to offer an olive branch to the man he admired, Lan Xichen had stormed into the other's chambers without his usual poise or decorum.
He stopped, as if frozen to stone at the sight that met him.
Soft skin, exposed. Silken robes parted in the middle to reveal expanses of pale flesh, slightly curved out to culminate in stiff, pebbled peaks. Jiang Cheng was entirely lost in his task, so open and unguarded for once, focused on nothing but the small babe in his arms whom was suckling in small gulps from his swollen nipples. He didn't notice Lan Xichen at all, which was Lan Xichen's luck, because he only managed to stifle his moan at the last second.
You shall not observe others in secrecy. You shall not look upon others with lust. Trying to remember his teachings, Lan Xichen berated himself for observing the man of his desires so shamelessly, but without success. He could not tear his gaze away. It was as if his eyes were stuck to the siren song, the nipples bitten and bruised from the clumsy mouth suckling on them. Inadvertently, Lan Xichen's hand traveled lower to palm the large tent in his robes. Heavens, have mercy...
The nipple popped out of the baby's mouth, A-Ling apparently sated and sleepy. The small bud looked perky and full of drool, still spilling white droplets down the gentle curve of Jiang Cheng's breast, a divine sight akin to a fresh peach which was dripping with nectar.
"Ah!" Lan Xichen could not contain his excited gasp at the arousing sight. He clasped his hand in front of his mouth, but too late.
Jiang Cheng finally whirled around. "Who is there!?"
Lan Xichen, having managed to hide behind a folding screen at the last moment, did not dare breathe.
"Answer me! Show yourself and I might not break your bones!" Jiang Cheng's voice was turning dangerous, ready to protect his infant nephew from possible intruders.
After a few moments of silence, Lan Xichen swallowed, and slowly stepped out of his hiding place. "Rest easy, Sect Leader Jiang, it is only me." He raised his hands, lips spreading into a disarming smile.
Faltering a little, Jiang Cheng knit his brows. "Z-zewu-jun!"
"I apologize for disturbing you. I had only come to discuss something, but did not want to break up your intimate moment with your nephew."
"W-what are you saying, 'intimate moment'?" Realizing that his swollen nipples were still exposed, Jiang Cheng quickly turned away from him. "Don't you dare tell this to anyone, or-or it'll be your bones for real!"
"I would never break Sect Leader Jiang's trust," Lan Xichen assured him gently. Looking at how Jiang Cheng was hunched over, shoulders drawn together and away from him to clutch the infant to his chest protectively, Lan Xichen was filled with a strong sense of longing. He wanted nothing more than to hold Jiang Cheng, to embrace the other into his own arms where he would never have to fear any threat.
He took a step forward. "Sect Leader Jiang--"
"Don't come closer!"
Jiang Cheng's sharp voice held him back. Lan Xichen hesitated, and watched as Jiang Cheng slowly walked to the corner of the room, putting the small babe into a lavish golden crib. After covering A-Ling in blankets, he bent over and kissed the little one's forehead, careful not to disturb his sleep. Only after ensuring the babe was sufficiently tucked in did Jiang Cheng close his robes loosely, and then walked back over towards Lan Xichen with a huff. "Now," he said more quietly, "What is it you wanted?"
Inadvertently, Lan Xichen's eyes were drawn to the crevice of skin still visible in between the fabric, and to the wet spots on either side of Jiang Cheng's chest.
Noticing his gaze, the other man shifted a little.
"Sect Leader Jiang," Lan Xichen asked gently. "Are... you in discomfort?"
"W-what do you mean?" Jiang Cheng's hand dashed upwards no doubt with the intention to close the robes further, but Lan Xichen's own hands caught his wrists tenderly.
"What--?" Jiang Cheng looked at him in complete shock. The way his brows wobbled with uncertainty made Lan Xichen's heart ache. How long had it been since Jiang Cheng had been touched kindly like this? "It looks to me like Sect Leader Jiang's chest is still a little full," Lan Xichen found himself saying. "Would he allow my assistance?"
"Y-you--!!" Jiang Cheng could only sputter while Lan Xichen kept his gaze, waiting patiently. "How the hell do you think you're going to assist me?!"
"I... can relieve the pressure for Sect Leader Jiang," Lan Xichen heard himself speak, voice a lot steadier than he felt. Letting go of Jiang Cheng's wrist, he stretched out a daring thumb and ghosted over the wet spot on Jiang Cheng's robe, playing with one of the sensitive nubs through the thin robes.
Jiang Cheng gasped.
"It hurts, doesnt it?" Lan Xichen murmured. "The excess milk, I mean. Please allow this one to relieve you. I promise," his voice dropped in volume as he massaged in a firm circle around the small bud. "I will be proceeding with the utmost care."
A full-body shudder went through Jiang Cheng's body. His went impossibly wide, full of utter disbelief as if he could not believe what was happening. His cheeks, on the contrary, were on fire. "But, a-ah, but why?? I-if this is some weird act of pity--"
"Never!" Lan Xichen denied vehemently. "I care for Sect Leader Jiang a great deal."
Heat spreading even further across Jiang Cheng's skin, he let his arms fall down. "W-whatever!" he hissed, gritting his teeth and averting his eyes. "It doesnt hurt that much, so I dont see your deal. But--do what you want!"
A broad smile lit up Lan Xichen's entire face, his eyes about ready to tear up from happiness. "Th-thank you, Sect Leader Jiang!"
"D-don't make a big deal about it," Jiang Cheng huffed.
He was still carefully avoiding Lan Xichen's eyes, but it could do nothing to deter Lan Xichen's bright and eager mood. He sensed that Jiang Cheng was still a little suspicious, but that was alright with him. He had the other's permission, and would not make him regret it. He hesitated for a moment, looking around. "I think its best if we sit down."
Walking over to a recliner, he lowered himself, and motioned for Jiang Cheng to follow. "Would you kneel over my lap? It will give me better access."
Jiang Cheng knit his brows in confusion. "Why such a weird position..."
When Lan Xichen just kept his gaze with an even and serious expression, he let out a conceding sigh. "...Fine..." Planting his knees on each side of Lan Xichen's legs, he climbed onto the recliner, allowing for Lan Xichen to wrap one arm around his waist and steady him.
Jiang Cheng supported himself on Lan Xichen's shoulders, and looked down. "Is... this position really neccessary?" he asked awkwarly.
Lan Xichen smiled. "It gives me the best access." This way, Jiang Cheng's chest was exactly at his face level, and those delicious little buds were only hidden by a thin layer of fabric. Reverently, Lan Xichen reached out his other hand to brush the robes aside, and after freeing Jiang Cheng's chest once more he wrapped his other arm around Jiang Cheng's thigh. He could feel the other man shudder lightly beneath the touch.
"If Sect Leader Jiang is uncomfortable, he can just relax," Lan Xichen offered. "I will hold him up."
"Th-there's, um, there's no need" Jiang Cheng cleared his throat. "Just do... whatever... and let's get this over with."
Lan Xichen closed his eyes. He still couldn't believe how fortunate he was, that he would get the chance to touch his desired person like this. "As Sect Leader Jiang wishes." Leaning forward, he slowly approached the right nipple with his face. Jiang Cheng froze when Lan Xichen's hot breath brushed across the sensitive skin. Then, Lan Xichen stretched out his bottom lip, rubbing against the soft peak.
"A-ah!" A high-pitched noise had come out of Jiang Cheng's mouth, and he started squirming in surprise. "Zewu-jun, what--"
Lan Xichen held him tightly, preventing his escape. He took the nipple into his mouth and felt the velvety skin harden beneath his touch before he took a drawn out, powerful suck. Jiang Cheng's skin trembled beneath him.
"Z-z-zewu-jun?!"
Lan Xichen only hummed as an answer, feeling the first droplets of warm sweet liquid fill his mouth.
It tasted heavenly. He was positive; the sweet and warm and rich flavor, in combination with the slightly saltiness of Jiang Cheng's skin, was the best thing he had ever tasted. Pursing his lips a little, he carefully took the bud of flesh in between his teeth, and suckled with renewed vigor.
"A-aaahn!"
Jiang Cheng let out a wet gasp, and suddenly his hands were in Lan Xichen's hair. He tugged, and when Lan Xichen didn't react immediately, the persistence of his tugging increased almost to the point of pain. Lan Xichen played around the squirting nipple teasingly with his tongue, making sure he did not miss a drop of the sweet nectar.
"L-lan, ahhh, Lan Xichen, stop!!" Jiang Cheng cried out with the last of his breath, finally prompting Lan Xichen to let up from the relentless pursue of his nipple. Forlorn, Lan Xichen tracked the string of drool with his eyes as he drew back from the tempting little fruit.
"What seems to be the matter, Sect Leader Jiang?" he asked kindly while he looked up at a huffing Jiang Cheng.
The other's chest heaved with exertion. "Is, hah, is this your idea of relieving pressure!?" Jiang Cheng tried to squirm in Lan Xichen's grasp again, but Lan Xichen's arms held him securely around the waist.
"Did Sect Leader Jiang know any different methods?" Lan Xichen replied innocently. "I'd gladly use the method most convenient for you..."
Jiang Cheng huffed. "...I dont know any other methods. I just thought..."
Lan Xichen's smile grew a little crooked. "Neither do I..."
For a moment, they were locked in a silent staring contest, until Jiang Cheng broke his gaze away. "D-do whatever then, since we already started, I guess..."
"Gladly, my dear Sect Leader Jiang."
Jiang Cheng didn't remark on the endearment, and didn't resist when Lan Xichen latched onto his other nipple this time with a quiet chuckle. Lan Xichen felt the skin grow goosebumps beneath his warm breath. Gingerly engulfing the wet little bud, he used his tongue to prod at the puffy flesh at first, eliciting a few droplets to spill out. It was so cute, such a small and delicate nub, and sweet nectar trickled out so readily. Lan Xichen couldn't help it, the sight made him want to bully the other man just a little. Smiling with satisfaction, he fully wrapped his lips around it once more, and started to suck with slow, leisure drags.
"What's so funny? Nngh.." Jiang Cheng's annoyed huff trailed off into a groan above him. His hands were still in Lan Xichen's hair, and whenever Lan Xichen took another gulp, they tightened a little further. Lan Xichen sighed in contentment around the warm, spongy flesh, closing his eyes again to better relish the taste. The sweet and creamy liquid ran across his tongue and down his throat, all the while he was holding the man he yearned for in his embrace, feeling his little hidden sighs and whimpers and squirms that Jiang Cheng was desperately trying to hide. But it was futile; Lan Xichen heard and felt them all, could feel every vibration of the other's muscles through the contact of flesh.
Jiang Cheng too was enjoying this. The more Lan Xichen used his tongue and teeth to tease him, the more Jiang Cheng's legs trembled, until he was half held up by Lan Xichen's strength. Lan Xichen let his hand around Jiang Cheng's waist trail a little lower, grasping firmly around one ample cheek. At the same time, he bit his teeth into the nipple.
"A-ah!"
Jiang Cheng practically jolted in Lan Xichen's grip. The noise that had left his lips could not be mistaken for anything other than a moan. "Damn--ahn--y-your teeth! D-don't--!"
Lan Xichen grinned around the nipple. Still holding it with his front teeth, he continued prodding and teasing with his tongue, feeling Jiang Cheng's frame wracked with shivers as his protests died off into a series of lewd noises.
"Ah-ah-ah--" Jiang Cheng was trying to wriggle his waist out of Lan Xichen's grip, most likely to try and hide his growing erection.
But Lan Xichen continued to hold him steadfast. "Don't you worry, Sect Leader Jiang" he let up from the drooly nipple for a moment to croon at Jiang Cheng. "I promised I would help you relieve the pressure, didn't I? Of course I will help down there too." He let his fingers travel even further down, beneath Jiang Cheng's robes and into the crevice of his ass.
"Wha-- hah, what ... aahhh~"
When Lan Xichen latched onto the opposite nipple, running his index finger teasingly around Jiang Cheng's tightly furled entrance down below, Jiang Cheng could only trail off into breathless whines. "L-a-an Xichen, hah, i'm going to, going to--"
Lan Xichen puckered his lips once more, sucking sweet milk with gumption from the swollen breast. His finger pushed inside Jiang Cheng. It took only a few teasing touches, and then--
"Mmm~!!"
Coming untouched inside of his own pants, Jiang Cheng slumped forward bonelessly for a moment. He was completely breathless. Lan xichen caught him, withdrawing his finger, and laying the dazed Jiang Cheng down onto the recliner.
"Th-that was, hah, Lan Xichen you madman, that..." Jiang Cheng was looking up at him with a wide-eyed expression, as if still in disbelief this had all just happened.
Lan Xichen could empathize. "You're still quite full, Sect Leader Jiang," he said kindly, cupping a warm breast with his hand. "Allow me to change positions so you can relax better."
Jiang Cheng trailed a thoughtful gaze down Lan Xichen's body, towards the also very significant tent beneath his robes.
"You're... also...?"
Lan Xichen felt himself blush. "I promised that I would help Sect Leader Jiang relieve his pressure, didn't I? My own needs can wait until later. if Sect Leader Jiang were amenable." Not believing all the daring words coming out of his mouth, he looked at Jiang Cheng from beneath fluttered eyelashes.
Jiang Cheng was also blushing furiously. "Hmph, see if I am...pervert."
Lan Xichen gave him a sunlit smile. "Then let me get back to it now, Wanyin~" He leaned over once more, closing his lips for a third time around the puffy, tantalizing nipple to taste those wonderful and nutritious droplets of Jiang Cheng's milk once more. That night, he made sure to suckle Jiang Cheng's breasts sufficiently dry, but they were already rounded into ample curves again the next morning, ready for the young master Jin to have his breakfast.