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It has always been Jiang Cheng’s dream to work at a pet café. Being surrounded by other hybrids like him and animal lovers too, no longer does he feel alone. Every day he has someone to take care of and to play with.
He has truly found himself a new home.
Here, in this environment, he is safe to expose his sensitive cat ears. From the moment the Lan’s Pet Café doors swing open and the line of pets are let out to play, Jiang Cheng’s ears are constantly twitching about from the excitement in the air. The regular customers who come in to see him are fond of rubbing the thin, velvet like texture of his ears. They often tease the delicate white tuffs lining the inside of his black ears before finishing off their greeting with a warm hug, absolutely pleased to lay eyes on Nyan Cheng between their own shifts at work.
Afterwards, it is customary for the young nyan to ask his customer how they would like to be served today. He’s become a natural at customer service during his employment, finding joy and purpose from pleasing others.
For this he gives credit to the kind owner of the Pet Café. As a family business run by two brothers, the eldest of the two personally involved himself with Jiang Cheng’s four-week training session, which was an eye-opening experience. There were skills he learned that he never even knew existed before, and yet he was praised to be a natural.
Jiang Cheng never realized how good it felt to be valued until now, and he found it hard to control the way his entire body seemed to always vibrate in delight while he worked here. He had only been taught the very opposite before he had stepped foot into the café.
It also didn’t hurt that their café owner is a complete gentleman. He has a sweetly soothing voice, welcoming touch, and protective aura that Jiang Cheng is steadily growing used to. He looks forward to seeing Lan Xichen every day. It was nothing short of considerate for the busy man to take the time out of his day to check on his employees during their shifts at work.
There weren’t many employers who were so willing to take on animal hybrids, even less when it came to the domesticated cat breeds like Jiang Cheng. Too high maintenance, some would say. The Lan’s Pet Café specializes in hybrids, however, making their sweetery café one of a kind.
Lan Xichen only ever has praises to sing for his newest employee under his wing. The older male has even gone the extra mile to commission pretty accessories for Jiang Cheng to wear. The impressionable nyan blushes uncontrollably from the special attention afforded to him, though he wonders whether he has truly earned it.
On the day that Lan Xichen had deemed him ready to start serving at the Café, Jiang Cheng was more than ecstatic to wear the white leather collar presented to him. It wraps securely around his pale throat, and a silent silver bell hangs from it to glitter and sway between his exposed collarbones. It matches the white ribbon hair band he has chosen to wear today, keeping his hair out of his face while he serves his customers.
The custom maid uniform he wears at work every day brings him confidence. His thin waist is accentuated, and he has received many compliments for his figure. Lan Xichen allows him to wear his favourite purple bow around his sleek and held-high tail, bringing a small smile to his lips whenever the flash of purple entered the periphery of his vision.
Jiang Cheng’s customers make it clear that they enjoy his attire, too. They simply cannot keep their hands to themselves when he trots by the tables, their fingers toying with the ribbons he wears, even daring to try for a few playful tugs. And whenever his customers notice his clothing askew, they help him adjust his layered short skirt. The young nyan often finds himself purring from the thoughtfulness often shown to him nowadays.
He will have to thank Wei Wuxian again for the recommendation some time soon. He really has never felt so appreciated by so many people before coming to work here.
But nothing beats the praise he receives from one particular owner.
Jiang Cheng perks up the moment he hears the bell over the door ring. He stops what he is doing, and despite the black blindfold a previous customer had requested he wear, the nyan recognizes the arrival of Lan Xichen from scent alone. He begins to move towards the entrance, balanced on the stiletto heels he has been given to wear.
“A-Cheng,” Lan Xichen’s chocolate voice greets him from a distance away. “I’ll come to you, yes? You’ve been on your feet, working hard to please our patrons all day.”
Smiling shyly, Jiang Cheng does as he is told and remains at his assigned table. He has just finished wiping its surface clean from stray droplets of sticky sweet syrup and dollops of cream. The other male deciding to approach makes it easier on him when Jiang Cheng is admittedly starting to feel sore. (And it would be embarrassing to bump into things on the way, not being able to see.)
He’s touched; it’s almost as if Lan Xichen pays this level of attention only to him. But the café owner is probably just being extra welcoming and nice to his fresh employee. There couldn’t be any other reason for it, right?
Still, the preening way Jiang Cheng’s throat vibrates and how his chest rumbles in deep bursts is instinctual by now, what with Lan Xichen’s warm hands coaxing between his twitching ears and kneading into his lower back. “Welcome home, Master Lan,” Jiang Cheng sweetly purrs.
“I’m home, A-Cheng,” Lan Xichen naturally returns, speaking lowly into his ear. The deep timbre of it makes Jiang Cheng shiver. Especially when Lan Xichen smooths down the back of his skirt with his palms. It somehow feels more exciting than usual to not know what is coming until Lan Xichen’s hands are already on his skin. “Has your shift been going well?”
“Yes. Of course,” he proudly replies, unaware of the way he cutely tilts his head and blushes. From day one he has meant to keep his affection for his employer a secret, to stay professional, but he really can’t help the coy brush of his tail against the man’s arms when they wrap around his waist in a hug. And if he nudges the top of his head against the side of Lan Xichen’s throat, it is purely coincidental and discreet enough to avoid scrutiny (is what he thinks).
“Good boy,” Lan Xichen hums in reply. He returns to gently petting his ears again. “What’s been on the menu today?”
“Jin Guangyao and Jin Zixuan came in together today and requested the specialty sandwich. I didn’t realize how close they were to come together,” Jiang Cheng honestly supplies. “Mingjue-gē’s little brother came to try out the new toys you added to the menu.”
“And Dà-gē ordered his usual, I presume.”
“Mn. An extra-large cream pie especially for him. There were some new faces to the café today, too. Would you like a summary of their reviews?”
“That’s okay. I know they enjoyed you very much,” Lan Xichen assures, his voice growing deeper. His smile is evident in his pleased tone as he continues to speak into his ear. “A-Cheng must have been kept very busy... May I offer you some help with cleaning up?”
This time, Jiang Cheng definitely notices the hot flush to his cheeks from the owner’s suggestion. “I couldn’t ask to bother you, Master Lan,” he quickly denies. His hands curl against Lan Xichen’s chest, preparing himself to move away. How could he demand his owner’s time and effort like that?
But his owner has already released him from his embrace, and without his hold, Jiang Cheng’s body simply reacts, his knees suddenly going weak. After a little more than a month of working at the Lan’s Café, it’s become natural. In a blink of an eye he is bent over his assigned table, the short length of his skirt now rucked up over the pink swell of his ass from his position alone.
Jiang Cheng’s long tail nervously sways over his exposed flesh, jittery from the heavy stare mapping every inch of him. But Lan Xichen soon lifts his tail out of the way, never one to let a single detail escape him. He grasps him gently by the base of his sleek tail to reveal the wet, swollen gape of his dripping cunt. Ribbons of white cream continue to dribble down the insides of Jiang Cheng’s succulent thighs from serving his last customer his meal, threatening to seep into the thigh high white stockings he wears today.
Lan Xichen softly tuts under his breath. “A-Cheng, should I add to our list of rules for our customers to clean up after themselves? I can’t have them forgetting their manners. Do you agree?”
Jiang Cheng squirms, finding it unfair of his employer to ask him for workplace feedback while Lan Xichen already has his long thick fingers pumping into his throbbing pussy, scraping out the leftover cream from him. But if he were to be completely honest, Jiang Cheng enjoys the sensation of being kept full of several loads of cum, his holes swollen hot and wet from serving his customers’ orders throughout his shift.
How could he admit that, though? His owner has always been so kind and considerate towards him. And he’s already added more than a few rules ever since Jiang Cheng started working the floor.
“Um, I… I don’t know, M-Master…”
“You don’t know?”
Jiang Cheng suppresses a whine by biting down on his bottom lip. It is so distracting to have the heat of Lan Xichen’s body towering over him while he is bent over in the perfect position to serve, ready to be devoured. Especially with the memories of how his owner had spent to personally guide him through learning their entire menu, those weeks still fresh on his mind. Lan Xichen continues to provide him additional training on a regular basis, too, making it so hard to stay still.
“A-Cheng must be tired,” Lan Xichen observes, but Jiang Cheng only feels his arousal grow by the second, his tail beginning to sway in the air. When the man slips his fingers out, the nyan obediently parts his lips when they are introduced to his tongue for him to lick and suck clean. “Hm. It’s about time that A-Cheng takes a well-deserved break,” Lan Xichen suggests. “I think you’ve done very well to earn a treat as well, yes?”
Jiang Cheng nods without thinking, his bare bottom giving a small excited wiggle as he does. If not for the way Lan Xichen’s hands linger upon his skin, he would not be able to suppress the whimper he nearly sounds out when the man steps away from him. He mourns the loss of not being able to follow the handsome sight of him, what with the black blindfold still secured over his eyes.
So his mouth begins to water in excitement when he recognizes the crisp sound of the man unzipping his pants. His pink nose eagerly twitches to scent the air, familiar with the earthy musk of his owner’s thick cock, and his mouth unconsciously opens up.
“Come and enjoy your treat, kitten,” Lan Xichen sweetly instructs. The tips of his fingers stroke the delicate underside of Jiang Cheng’s chin, beckoning him closer.
The willful Nyan hardly requires much teasing to shimmy closer across the table to reach the man’s cock, having had the taste of him in his mouth so many times before. Somehow, he never tires of Lan Xichen’s intimate touch. Nor the thick heaviness of his manhood inside him.
Jiang Cheng’s innate craving for Lan Xichen sometimes makes him question who is the one serving and who is being served. Though he knows he doesn’t have to fully understand it. He trusts the man, and he has never given him a reason to doubt it.
All that really matters is that he’s been a good kitty who is more than willing to please his most favourite human. Who now wants to reward him with a hard-earned treat in return.
It doesn’t take long before Jiang Cheng is nuzzling against Lan Xichen’s crotch and mouthing at the fat base of the man’s cock. The flat surface of the table keeps him at the perfect height to reach the man on the other side. The backs of his creamy thighs are on full display, tempting hungry eyes to skim upwards to settle upon the pink, gaping center between his splayed apart hips.
But Jiang Cheng is only focused on what is in front of him, eager to seize a taste of his own reward after such a long day. Filling his aching cunt or drenching the length of his throat, he will take whichever outcome Master Lan decides as long as he gets to milk the man of every last drop of his hot cum.
During his tenure, he has come to understand why his customers are always so hungry when they come to the Café. Jiang Cheng has felt like he is starving ever since Lan Xichen had first touched his virginal body one month ago, insatiable no matter how many times he is used and filled up throughout the day.
But he certainly comes close to feeling sated when it is Lan Xichen who is feeding him his generous loads of cum. Chasing that sensation again, just like he’s done for a month now, Jiang Cheng eagerly bobs his head to swallow down the full length of his owner’s heavy cock, sucking and savoring the heady taste of him.
“Oh, how good you are,” Lan Xichen hums to him, his voice deepened from pleasure. If not for the way Jiang Cheng grips the edge of the café table with both hands, he would be kneading against the man’s firm muscles to express how appreciative he is.
All of his feline senses are on high alert to detect every satisfied note Lan Xichen has to offer him. However, he cannot ignore the wet, noisy slide of his tongue dragging over Lan Xichen’s cock, and he certainly cannot ignore the satisfying weight and heat that keeps his mouth nice and full. The older male is producing low sighs of approval from above him while his strong fingers knead into the nyan’s sensitive and vulnerable nape, a grounding touch that gradually coaxes out Jiang Cheng’s purring from the back of his vibrating throat. It feels innately comforting for Jiang Cheng to single-mindedly focus on doing something he knows he is good at.
So when the older male bucks into his mouth with a groan, the wanton nyan is already pliant and accepting of how deeply Lan Xichen buries his cock down his throat. Jiang Cheng simply doubles his efforts of swallowing around the fat end of the man’s throbbing length, the thin walls of his throat constricting and bulging around its hard shape. Suckling and purring until his owner is grasping the back of his head with both hands to keep him perfectly still for him to thrust down the hot passage of his sweet mouth.
“Here comes your treat, baby,” Lan Xichen says before he lets go and spills down his throat with a rolling growl.
The obedient nyan diligently swallows every last drop of milk given to him, eagerly lapping it all up like he’s been starved for ages. His tail positioned high, happily swishing about, his constant purring is only interrupted each time his throat closes around the sticky cream he gulps down. Lan Xichen even keeps the tip of his cock upon the plump bed of his tongue, allowing the Jiang Cheng all the time he wants to lick him clean to his own satisfaction, which he signals by nuzzling his cheek against his pelvis and softened length.
“Thank you for the treat, Master,” he doesn’t forget to say.
“Mn. Did you like it that much?” his owner teases.
With a slight pout to his used swollen lips, Jiang Cheng nods, bumping the top of his head into the hand that has returned to petting him fondly. “I’m still hungry,” he shyly admits, hopeful that Lan Xichen will have a little more time to spend with him. Being blindfolded makes it easier for him to be more shameless with his needs.
Lan Xichen softly tuts, “That won’t do, now will it.” He shifts around the table, and as he does, he teasingly skims his fingers down the length of Jiang Cheng’s arched spine, unwilling to break the contact. “Turn onto your back, A-Cheng.”
Usually the nyan is quick to obey any order from his owner, but he hesitates now and asks, “Why?” With Lan Xichen positioned behind him again, the length of his tail begins to repeatedly smack against the man’s torso with restless agitation. Because when he is on the floor in front of customers, he is often kept bent over on his front. The slight separation made his service less intimate, and less likely for a patron to overstep and break the rules written to preserve the safety of the café’s beloved pets.
But when it comes to Lan Xichen, the one who struggles against overstepping is Jiang Cheng himself. Being face to face with the man who has showered him with so much attention, care, and affection while they are having s—training sessions—How will he contain himself?
Even when they are in the middle of the café with patrons and other pets enjoying their meals, he doesn’t think it possible for him to hold back. There’s no way he can keep things professional. (He can’t even control the way the fluffy end of his tail curls along the sides of Lan Xichen’s face and neck.)
Because when it comes to Lan Xichen, everything is different.
It is apparent that said man doesn’t share the same concern. Already his hand is curved around Jiang Cheng’s waist to guide him to turn around, even going so far as to fold over the nyan’s figure when he tries to resist. He whispers into his trembling ears, “I want to see your cute face when I enter you, Wanyin. Can’t I?”
Jiang Cheng’s entire face flushes hot from his owner’s close proximity. He can feel him breathe. The heat of his larger body is seeping through the layers of his dress, causing him to flush even further. He really won’t be able to handle facing Lan Xichen like this when they start. What if his secret admiration for the café owner becomes revealed?
Jiang Cheng doesn’t want to lose his place here in the café. He doesn’t want to go backwards from here.
“Wanyin?” Lan Xichen gently repeats. He calls him so sweetly by that name when no one else can hear him, making him feel even weaker. “If you’re feeling shy, you can keep your blindfold on,” he proposes. “How does that sound?”
He considers that if he doesn’t have to look at Lan Xichen’s face, maybe Jiang Cheng can hide his feelings after all. And he certainly cannot ignore any longer how deeply he craves to have his owner buried inside his aching cunt. “Okay,” he agrees, finally rolling onto his back. His legs naturally wrap themselves around the man’s larger frame to guide him between them, right where he wants him.
Lan Xichen is just as quick to lay his hands on him, skimming along the undersides of his thighs to grope at his peachy plump bottom. His fingers dig into his pliant flesh and spreads his cheeks apart to expose his pussy to the hardness of his cock. Jiang Cheng clenches in anticipation, and he can’t help but feel impressed and flattered that the man is already erect again. It usually takes a normal human several minutes to recover, he’s noticed.
Well, Lan Xichen is certainly not like other men. He can feel the heat radiating off the large shape of him hovering over his cunt. The young nyan doesn’t know why, but the curved shape of Master Lan’s cock fits inside him so perfectly. As he sinks in, he bullies all of Jiang Cheng’s sweet spots with his thick size, making it impossible for the nyan to not mewl loudly with pleasure on the very first stroke. He instantly forgets about being conscientious about the way his face contorts with pleasure, his brow furrowing and his mouth going slack.
“M-Master,” he moans, clawing at the man’s arms for purchase. Lan Xichen steadily pushes all the way to the hilt, forcing their hips together and shoving the nyan further up the table—only for him to be grasped by the waist and yanked back down so that his ass remains hanging off the edge. “A-ah, ah,” he gasps from being slowly rocked back and forth, fully impaled on the man’s large cock each time. Already overwhelmed, he doesn’t even want to think about how it must look for Lan Xichen’s entire length to disappear all the way inside his slapped pink cunt.
No, the only thing he should be thinking about is the rhythmic squeeze of his inner walls to greet every entry of the man’s cock inside him. He has to serve him well. He knows that a copious cream pie is Lan Xichen’s absolute favourite from how many he’s given them to Jiang Cheng to keep warm.
“Mm, you’re taking it so well, A-Cheng,” Lan Xichen reassures. “It won’t be long before I’m filling you up again.”
Moaning, Jiang Cheng eagerly nods, hardly able to form words when he is being fucked like this.
The only thing he could want more of is how Lan Xichen usually spoiled him with kisses to his lips and neck when they were alone together. He knows why the café owner isn’t: their patrons are surely watching now, and it is clearly written on the wall of rules that kissing the pets are forbidden, as are leaving marks on their necks. Jiang Cheng certainly cannot beg for Master Lan to kiss him in front of everyone, as much as yearns to.
He is supposed to behave and stay wherever he has been placed, to stay still and docile as his patron enjoys him however they wish to. The only thing he is allowed to beg for is their hot cream and milk to be poured inside him. Those are the instructions he must always follow while serving his customers.
But when Lan Xichen shifts the angle of his entry to reach the deepest part of him, Jiang Cheng cannot for the life of him hold back the high pitched cry he lets out, his head falling back with the way his entire body arches off the table from the intensity rocketing up his spine. And when he goes limp, swooning from the pleasure from being fully entered, the down swing of his hips drops him right back down onto the force of Lan Xichen slamming the entire length of his cock inside him.
When it comes to serving Lan Xichen, as messy and wanton and unprofessional as it is, Jiang Cheng inevitably succumbs to frantically working his hips and squirming and constantly whining for the man to feed him more and more until he is completely stuffed full of his spend. He can’t help it. Another side of him simply takes over.
He nearly becomes feral in his need to be bred by Lan Xichen. It’s the very reason why it had taken him an entire month to be trained. The café owner hadn’t been sure if the nyan would react the same way while serving their customers, and Jiang Cheng wasn’t so confident, either. Until he discovered first-hand how different sex could be depending on who it was with, that is.
“Master, please,” Jiang Cheng desperately sobs. Already he is completely taken by how closely Lan Xichen hovers above him, surrounding him with his heat and his overwhelming scent. Every single part of his body sings for the man to devour him completely. “Please fill me up, Master!” Even as he desperately rocks his hips, he keeps them eagerly tipped up to provide the perfect cavern for Lan Xichen to spill into, needing to catch every hot drop he releases.
“I will, A-Cheng,” the man promises, breathless from the way he is being pulled in deep. “I’ll give you everything.”
But Jiang Cheng only becomes more frantic with each time he shakes through a mind shattering orgasm without Lan Xichen joining him. He has been told that he clamps down the hardest when he is coming and squirting all over the cock thrusting inside him, and he believes it. His entire body tenses up and he can feel every inch of Lan Xichen’s delicious cock against his spasming walls as it carves into him. So if that isn’t enough to get the man to spill inside him, what else could?
“Master Lan,” Jiang Cheng pitifully whimpers.
Maybe if he calls him sweetly enough, his owner will give him what he wants?
“M-Master, mmh…!”
He feels discouraged when Lan Xichen doesn’t reply, too busy with hiking the nyan’s thighs higher in the air. When he is like this, Jiang Cheng is just as thirsty for the heartwarming praises Lan Xichen will utter into his ears as he empties himself inside the willful nyan.
He simply craves all of him. All of Lan Xichen’s affection, his attention, his cum. Sometimes, he even craves the fantasy of carrying a litter full of kittens from the man.
“Master?” Jiang Cheng tearfully tries again. The blindfold over his eyes is starting to become wet. In any other situation, when he isn’t being bred by his crush, Jiang Cheng would feel mortified by how needy he sounds right now. Moaning like a cum slut with every breath and grunting from his throat whenever Lan Xichen slams in deep.
But his owner has told him to never hold his sounds in whenever they are training together. He explained how important it is for a young nyan like Jiang Cheng to fully sate his desires and to not feel ashamed by his primal instinct. It is simply his nature that demands for him to bred by a trustworthy mate.
To be honest, when he has Lan Xichen’s cock thrusting inside him, Jiang Cheng is starting to realize how futile it is for him to try to hold back. So he blindly swipes his hand out to catch the man’s necktie within his grasp. Then, he tugs, needing to bring his prize closer.
It finally works. “A-Cheng,” Lan Xichen groans in response, his mouth pressed against his temple now. “Aren’t you being demanding today…”
Jiang Cheng aggressively pushes his face against the corner of his owner’s jaw, petulant. The tops of his ears rub against the man’s panting lips. “You said I could, Master.”
“Ah… I did, didn’t I?” Lan Xichen airily chuckles. He naturally wraps his arm underneath the nyan’s torso to hug him closely. “And I also told you before… When you’re off duty, what do you call me?” His words are punctuated by the deep slap of their bodies colliding together.
Even his mating drive is not enough to overcome Jiang Cheng’s shyness around Lan Xichen. He goes still in his arms. “But I…”
“You can. Whisper it in my ear, if you’re still feeling shy,” Lan Xichen insists, leaning down to position his ear over the nyan’s trembling lips.
The back of Jiang Cheng’s blindfold has started to slip out of place, and suddenly the mate of his dreams appears right before his eyes. Lan Xichen is just as flushed and out of breath as he is. His pupils are blown, and beads of sweat roll down his nose from the exertion of making love. But even through his overwhelm, Jiang Cheng recognizes the lift of the man’s cheeks and the curves of the corners of his eyes and he knows that Lan Xichen is smiling while waiting for his answer.
How can he resist? He can’t think anymore over the rapid pounding of his heart.
“H… Huan-gēge,” the nyan cries weakly. “Please, I need yours inside.”
“Oh, kitten. Of course you do,” Lan Xichen lovingly sighs. He squeezes the back of his neck within the cup of his warm palm and presses the sides of their faces together. “You want all of my cum inside?”
“Yes,” Jiang Cheng earnestly begs, clutching onto him just as tightly. “Yes, gēge, please...”
Lan Xichen suddenly adds more force to the power of his thrusts, causing the flustered nyan to cry out in surprise. “It’s not possible for anyone to deny you a thing when you are this cute, Wanyin.”
Reaching his limit, Jiang Cheng sobs and hiccups each time Lan Xichen pounds into him. The hot insides of his pussy are now rubbed raw and so sensitive that he feels every tantalizing drag of friction from the huge cock working him apart. Along with the sounds of their joined pleasure, it is the wet squelches and the urgent slaps of flesh slapping against flesh that fills the heady air around them.
It doesn’t take long until Jiang Cheng’s entire body shakes from the forceful rush of heat flooding through his veins. This time, when his walls clamp down on the throbbing cock inside him, it is followed by a hot gush of seed, the man slamming into him without restraint.
“Aah! Ah, thank you, Huan-gēge,” Jiang Cheng deliriously cries out before his voice rolls into a deep purr of satisfaction.
“Mm. Such a good boy you are,” Lan Xichen croons into his ear. “Take it all.”
Feeling like he is floating on clouds, the only thing that ties Jiang Cheng to his consciousness is the maddening throb of the man’s cock as he continues to pump inside him. The nyan can never tell for certain, his mind rid of coherent thought whenever their bodies are so deeply connected, but he can almost swear that Lan Xichen always lasts the longest when it comes to breeding him. Compared to the others he has served, they always pulled out of him so quickly, leaving the young nyan gaping before he could feel fully sated. Even Nie Mingjue was quick to withdraw from him, hissing between his teeth that the nyan always wrung so tight.
But Lan Xichen is always happy to remain buried inside him to the hilt, determined to empty every last drop of his fertile seed into Jiang Cheng’s awaiting womb. The nyan is lost in a happy daze as his body naturally milks up everything that is offered to him, every inch of the man’s fat length and every single drop. He only comes to when Lan Xichen drops a kiss to his lips at the same time that he feels the man twitch against his sensitive walls, making him acutely aware of how generously coated his insides are with white cream.
“Kitten, you’re going to get me hard again if you keep that up,” his owner groans deeply. He rocks into the pliant nyan with a few lazy thrusts for emphasis.
Jiang Cheng hums in reply, reminded of how Lan Xichen used to keep him in the privacy of the man’s bedroom, fucking into him for hours to get him ready for his employment. His purring unconsciously starts up again, utterly contented with remaining crushed underneath the warm weight of the man’s body. He only meows in complaint when Lan Xichen shifts away from him, gently laying him onto the cold surface of the table so that he can return to his full height. The nyan opens his eyes in time to catch the moment his owner retrieves a silk pouch from the inside of his suit jacket to take out a thick plug. The jeweled end of it sparks in the café lighting, a pale aquamarine that matches Jiang Cheng’s eyes.
So distracted by the sight of it, Jiang Cheng hardly notices when the weight and girth inside him is replaced by the toy. He hadn’t known that Lan Xichen had kept the jeweled plug after his training had ended, nor that the man carried it with him during the day. His face remains flushed hot as he is helped to sit up—only for him to be easily scooped up into Lan Xichen’s arms.
“N-Nya?!”
“Come, Wanyin. Join me in my office,” his owner says. “You still have plenty of time left for your lunch break. Or are you already feeling full?”
Jiang Cheng immediately shakes his head, his nails already dug into Lan Xichen’s shoulders. When he glances above them, he blushes deeper when he is met by the many sets of envious eyes staring after them. Fox-Xian was even watching while perched upon Lan Wangji’s lap. How embarrassing!
He wants nothing more than to soak in the comfort of having Lan Xichen alone with him, spending time together just like they used to. Coming down from the euphoric rush of it all as he is carried away, Jiang Cheng feels tears starting to prick at the corners of his eyes when he realizes how relieved he is that Lan Xichen continues to seek him out. He’s never seen the café owner alone with any of the other pets. Is his desire for Lan Xichen to treat him specially really so far far-fetched?
But more than anything, Jiang Cheng is scared that Lan Xichen might get tired of taking care of him. What if he forgets about him one day and leaves him alone for the rest of the world to deal with? He’s already experienced that before and can’t imagine how he will get through it a second time. How many homes can he run away from before he loses hope?
Feeling overwhelmed and confused by the sudden drop of his emotions, Jiang Cheng squeezes his eyes shut and huddles against Lan Xichen’s chest and tries to push them away. He thought that throwing himself into the physical labour of a job would keep them at bay. His human father had always told him that he wasn’t good for anything, and his mama had always warned him not to get too attached! The both of them would be ashamed if they knew what he has gotten himself into. Which is why he can never go back. He has to work harder and bring more profit to the café so that Lan Xichen won’t ever—
“Wanyin? What’s wrong?”
Jiang Cheng gasps, startled out of his spiraling thoughts when Lan Xichen sits down in the arm chair of his office. Caught off guard, the movement causes him to lurch towards the other male and they nearly collide together if not for the way the nyan hastily shoves his hands against the man’s chest. Lan Xichen is blinking up at him with inquisitive eyes that quickly scan over him with concern.
“What is it? You’ve gone quiet,” he says. He is quick to begin petting Jiang Cheng in all his favourite spots, massaging his ears and rubbing his neck.
“Nothing,” Jiang Cheng lies, feeling a strong urge to hide away. Preferably underneath Lan Xichen’s bed. He attempts to twist away, only for Lan Xichen to catch him by the middle. “Nya!”
“Don’t be like that, Wanyin,” Lan Xichen murmurs into the back of his hair. “I’ve missed you. Work has been so busy lately that it feels like I haven’t been spending enough time with you.”
Jiang Cheng’s ears twitch before flattening to the top of his head. His lips curl into a frown, not wanting to admit that he feels the same way. How could he be so shameless to be so clingy towards a great man like Lan Xichen? While he continues to squirm upon his lap, however, he can’t seem to find the strength to pull away from his embrace. Allowing himself to be wrapped up in Lan Xichen’s arms, who places his chin upon his head while hugging him from behind.
“Stay here. Tell me how to help you feel better,” he implores, speaking lowly into his ears.
Well, it’s not his fault that he has a weak spot for Lan Xichen’s comforting voice. It doesn’t take long for him to come up with an answer. “I want you inside me,” Jiang Cheng decides.
To his ire, the man begins to laugh under his breath, shaking the nyan within his arms in the process. He nearly hisses at him for disturbing his perch!
“Are you sure, kitten? Aren’t you feeling sore?”
“You don’t have to move,” Jiang Cheng pouts. “When you stay inside me, I feel relaxed and safe,” he quietly admits to the cross of his arms. He misses how he used to be allowed to warm Lan Xichen’s cock for what felt like several blissful hours. He has never felt as secure as he does in those moments.
“Alright, Wanyin. We can do that,” Lan Xichen agrees. “And whenever you feel ready to, you can tell me what’s bothering you.”
“Alright,” Jiang Cheng echoes in agreement before leaning his head back so that he can affectionately nuzzle the sides of their faces together. Which leads to Lan Xichen cupping his hand over the front of his throat to keep him there while he leans down to capture his lips with a deep open-mouthed kiss. The nyan begins to purr again as their tongues slowly and sensually stroke together in a kiss that feels too intimate for owner and pet. But Jiang Cheng can’t think too deeply on that, either, or else he will get carried away again.
That is not to say that he isn’t happy with how things are now. Curled upon Lan Xichen’s lap, the owner who readily welcomed him into his home and claimed him, he is surrounded by Lan Xichen and filled so deeply by him. How could a nyan ever complain? Here, Jiang Cheng is allowed to fully be himself.
Here, Jiang Cheng has found his home within the Lan’s Pet Café, and with Lan Xichen himself.