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Stupid.
Stupid!
Stupid, stupid, dumb, stupid, moronic, stupid! This was so totally, shamefully stupid!!!!!! Aaaarrggh!!!
Xue Men grits his teeth, ducking his head and clenching the fronts of his coat tightly shut as a giggling couple pass him. He flushes, glaring at his white sneakered feet, storming onward as a bead of sweat rolls down his neck.
The ends of his beige trench coat swoosh against his calves, way too hot for the currently warm, sunny weather. Xue Meng swipes the back of his hand against his damp brow, his only reprieve from the heat being his simple, yellow-ribboned sunhat.
Damnit, why the hell was he even doing this?! He shouldn’t be! It’s depraved! Hell, he didn’t even want to! He should’ve never listened to those blonde monsters! In fact, he should just turn around. Yeah! This was a dumb idea anyway! A totally dumb, horrible idea—
“Mengmeng! Over here!” A stupidly familiar voice calls out. Xue Meng’s head snaps up, cheeks flaming red in both mortification and outrage. Sitting out in the large field this park was known for are the banes of Xue Meng’s existence.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Xue Meng hisses once he’s close enough to be heard, shooting nervous looks towards the other parkgoers. Thankfully, none seem to be paying attention, too busy enjoying the day for themselves. “Who do you think you are, shouting my name so loudly?!”
Mei Hanxue has the nerve to giggle at that, beckoning Xue Meng to join him and his brother on the soft blanket laid out underneath them. “Yes, yes, sorry for embarrassing you. I promise to never say your name again, Mengmeng.”
“Asshole!” Xue Meng sputters, but complies, dropping down to sit stiffly on his knees. The movement jostles…it…and Xue Meng bites down on his lip hard, shame and embarrassment coiling in his gut above all else. Xue Meng wasn’t sure how long he’d have to endure this before the twins deemed it time to leave, but regardless, it left Xue Meng feeling an odd mix of apprehension and impatience.
Horrifying. Utterly deplorable. Xue Meng was going to have to rack up so many good merit points just to allow himself the passing thought of ever living this down!
“Why are you wearing a trench coat?” Mei Hanxue asks, raising a brow. “It's 24 degrees today.”
“Because!” Xue Meng says, fighting the urge to dab at his damp skin. “Because I wanted to!”
“Boo, no fair, Mengmeng.” Mei Hanxue disgustingly pouts. “You promised.”
“I did not!”
“But you wanted to~”
“No, I didn’t!”
“Ziming.”
A hand gently rests on top of his right hand. Xue Meng looks up to see Mei HanXue’s expression, surprisingly sincere. Oh no.
“If you really don’t want to, we won’t force you.”
“But ge—”
“Hush. We don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Ziming. It’s fine if you’re not ready. Do you have a change of clothes? If not, we can go back to your place. It’s closer.” Mei HanXue says gently, none of his usual irritation on display. Xue Meng ducks his head, eyes skating across all of the potential onlookers present.
Demon! Pervert! Who did Mei HanXue think he was, suddenly acting so sweet and considerate? Where was that consideration when he coerced Xue Meng into lowering himself to such despicable levels?!
Seriously, how had he allowed these two shameless jackoffs to worm their way into his good graces? It had to be witchcraft or something! A blood sacrifice! That was the only explanation for why Xue Meng had agreed to something so embarrassingly degrading!
So what if he likes the compliments?! Who cares if he knows it would make them happy?! He certainly doesn’t! He wasn’t being a coward! He wasn’t!!! And he absolutely wasn’t secretly excited himself!
Ugh! This is all their fault for somehow coercing him into being their boy-boy-boyfrie—AAAAAGH!!!
“I’m fine!” Xue Meng takes a few centering breaths. “But if something goes wrong, you better take responsibility!”
“Gladly.” Mei Hanxue sighs, and Xue Meng bites his tongue at the coiling indignation mixing with something else swirling in his gut. He shoots on last glance across the field before squeezing his eyes shut. “Creep.” He mutters, unceremoniously dropping his trench coat.
The relief from the heat is instantaneous, a light breeze a balm to his overheated skin. Despite that, Xue Meng still can’t make himself relax. The Mei twins had chosen this spot well; away from the larger gatherings and the main park trails, with enough tree coverage for any desired shade. It currently being the typical busy work hours for most people certainly helped. Still, Xue Meng couldn’t shake his insecurities made manifest by the prickly sensation of eyes watching him.
Though, he supposes there are a pair of light colored eyes watching. He takes a deep breath before meeting twin gazes head on, pouty sneer in place.
Their eyes wrack up and down his frame, taking in his loose, knee length sundress. It’s pale yellow, matching that of his hat, with a simple pattern dotted across it in a slightly darker shade, two white ribbons tying it around his shoulders. He’d decided to keep it simple, only accessorizing with a simple dainty charm bracelet and his gifted jad pendant necklace.
Xue Meng fidgets.
“Quit staring, weirdos.” He mutters.
“Nah.” Mei Hanxue says, not even bothering to lift his gaze. Asshole.
“Ziming looks lovely.” Mei HanXue says simply, reaching behind him to pull out a large wicker basket. He pulls out several small dishes and wrapped foods.
“Mengmeng looks so cute!” Mei Hanxue agrees.
“Shut up! Of course I do!” Xue Meng haughtily replies, cheeks warming.
“Awww, I always love when your cheeks get all pink like that Mengmeng.”
“I said shut up! You talk too much!”
“I betcha we can make them even pinker, huh, Mengmeng? I bet a kiss would do it. Wanna test it?”
“No way!”
Mei Hanxue leans in, making exaggerated kissing noises. Xue Meng sneers, staring back at the blonde under his nose. Mei Hanxue closes in, and at the last moment, Xue Meng swivels his head to instead lean into Mei HanXue, planting his lips firmly on the older’s.
Mei HanXue hums in surprise but doesn’t hesitate to kiss back, ignoring the indignant gasp of his twin.
Mei HanXue’s lips move against his, and pretty soon Xue Meng finds himself melting into the feeling, his face—damnit—getting hotter.
“No fair!” Mei Hanxue whines, and Xue Meng allows the kiss to deepen just to be petty. Sue him, he’ll never turn down a chance to poke back at the younger Mei twin.
The younger does eventually get his kiss, though Xue Meng makes it a point of keeping it chaste, no amount of pathetically simpering puppy dog eyes enough to sway him into giving more.
This, of course, only devolves into their standard bickering that then devolves even further into Xue Meng complaining about this and that in general.
“And then the damn dog had the audacity to tell me to leave!” He complains, gesticulating wildly. Mei HanXue hums, placing a quick peck against Xue Meng’s lips.
“Who does he think he is! Kicking me out of my own home just ‘cuz he and Chu laoshi wanted to-to—! Whatever! He had no right!”
“Yeah.” Mei Hanxue absentmindedly agrees, dropping his own quick kiss on Xue Meng’s mouth.
“Maybe I should kick him out, see how he likes it!”
“Sure.” Another kiss.
“Ugh, but I need a good reason, otherwise the jerk will just ignore me—”
Kiss.
“Would you two quit that?!” Xue Meng snaps. “Were you even listening to me?!”
“Nah.”
“No.”
The twins say in unison before both leaning in to kiss Xue Meng at the same time, his lips puckering out like a fish when both of his cheeks are squished inward. He bats the two away, only receiving a laugh and a pair of rolling eyes for his efforts.
As Xue Meng continues to fume, Mei HanXue finally hands out chopsticks and bottled waters, a spread of simple savory sides and sweets laid out before them. Xue Meng offers them one final ‘hmph!’ as he takes an offered sandwich and unwraps it.
With that, the trio dig in. They sit in relative silence, easily enjoying the food and the cool breeze brushing through their hair on occasion. At some point, Mei Hanxue pulls out his phone, typing away, but the rudeness of the gesture does nothing to deter the good mood.
Xue Meng even finds himself unwittingly relaxing, the longer he sits here with the two without something catastrophic happening, the more normal he begins to feel. He even starts to get used to the feeling of—
Ba-ding!
Xue Meng goes rigid at the muffled sound, heart hammering as he glances over to see a devilish smirk slowly unfurl across the younger twin's face.
“It connected! I almost wondered if you’d chicken out, Mengmeng.” He says, so joyously casual that a blip of indignant anger pierces through Xue Meng’s mounting mortification.
“What are you doing?” He asks breathlessly.
“What do you think?” Mei Hanxue questions back with a sickeningly sweet voice.
“You—but—w-we’re in public!” Xue Meng splutters, face aflame.
“Mmmm-yup! Sure are.” The blonde sing-songs, looking far too smug and satisfied for Xue Meng’s taste.
“But-but-but—” On any other day, such a look would have resulted in a violent retaliation, except…
“You agreed to this. You even put it in. It all seems obvious enough, Ziming.” Mei HanXue pipes in, previous mindfulness gone.
“And also we’re impatient.” Mei Hanxue chirps.
“And also we’re impatient.” Mei HanXue agrees.
Bastards! Filthy dogs! Pervert demon twins!
“You—Ah!”
Imperceptibly, so quietly that Xue Meng can just barely hear it, a buzzing starts. Slow, steady, and way more intense than he was expecting.
Stupid! He was so stupid! Why did he think this would be any less embarrassing than—than—
“Ah! Look at his face! Ge, isn’t it so cute?”
Mei HanXue hums, eyes focused solely on Xue Meng.
Xue Meng squeezes his eyes shut, minutely shaking in both embarrassed shame and—and—
“S-shut up! I didn’t think you’d do it now! I thought it was for-for later!” Xue Meng stutters, eyes still shut.
“Oh, it’s still definitely for later, don’t worry about that.” Mei Hanxue says flippantly, enjoying this way too much for Xue Meng’s liking.
Xue Meng shoots the younger twin a glare, hands tightly fisting the fabric of his dress. He hears a shuffling coming from his other side, and he rips his gaze away only to be startled by how close the other twin is. Mei HanXue leans into his side, arm supporting his weight behind Xue Meng’s back.
“You—who said you could sit so close?!” Xue Meng says, trying and failing to save face. There wasn’t really a point it trying at this point, he knew deep down, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t go down without a fight—
“Hah!” A sound Xue Meng would very much like to forget he made escapes him as Mei Hanxue taps something on his phone, the steady buzzing momentarily stopping to quickly pulse twice.
“D-degenerate…asshole!” He hisses to a chuckling Mei Hanxue.
“Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun with this, Ge. Mengmeng, you’re so sensitive! We haven’t even gone past the lowest setting!”
“Shut up!” Xue Meng gnashes his teeth as another quick pulse rapid fires within him, trying his hardest to not give the twins the gratification of a reaction.
“Why are you holding back?” Mei HanXue questions, placing a warm hand high on Xue Meng’s thigh. He drags it up slowly, a trail of goosebumps following in its wake. It stops at his chest, giving a groping squeeze.
Xue Meng’s brain short circuits, momentarily stunned at the bold action. His thumb begins to circle Xue Meng’s nipple through the dress fabric, and Xue Meng can’t fight off a small squeak at the sensation.
“So sensitive.” Mei HanXue quietly says to himself. He drops a kiss to the side of Xue Meng’s neck, continuing his ministrations just as another hand tries to sneak its way under the hem of his dress.
Xue Meng startles, now properly sandwiched between the two, and quickly smacks it away with a strangled, “p-people are gonna see!”
“No one’s looking.” Mei Hanxue says quietly, a hand wrapping firmly around his calf while the other taps out something that has Xue Meng’s mind going momentarily blank.
He gasps, blinking away the sensation as the hand creeps back up and under, fingers teasingly trailing the top of his thigh. The younger Mei skirts around his crotch to instead spread his palm over his stomach. Then…the hand angles, fingers pointed down as it slides over where he‘s starting to strain in his gifted panties. The blonde shoves his hand in between Xue Meng’s thighs, forcing them to part, and grinds his palm back into the lace of Xue Meng’s panties in an imitation of the last time they’d found themselves in a similar position. Mei Hanxue hums, satisfied as the pulsing takes a steady rhythm.
Mei HanXue flattens his tongue against his neck and pinches his nipple, and Xue Meng whimpers.
It’s overwhelming, even more so than that time on his couch those few weeks ago. Xue Meng has no idea how to act, what to say, what to do. He should stop them, he knows he should, they're in public, but there’s a disconnect between his brain and his body, his head heady with all of the different sensations. It’s enough to make him only distantly aware of the continuous, small noises he’s making.
“Careful, Mengmeng. You don’t want anyone to hear you.” Mei Hanxue teases, not looking at all like he’d care if they got caught, the bastard.
Mie HanXue’s hand leaves his chest in order to turn Xue Meng’s head to the side. He seals their mouths with a kiss, ultimately muffling the sounds as Mei Hanxue continues to palm him through his underwear.
“So beautiful for us, Ziming.” Mei HanXue says quietly between them when they separate to catch their breaths, lips brushing lips. And that, for some fucked up reason, has Xue Meng feeling the shyest he’s been all afternoon.
Then Mei HanXue pulls away, positioning himself behind Xue Meng. He spreads his legs and pulls the younger man in between them, settling him back against his chest. He holds out a hand to Mei Hanxue expectantly.
Mei Hanxue pouts but complies, handing his phone over. Mei senior hums at whatever he sees on screen before simply swiping from the bottom of the screen all the way to the top.
Firecrackers burst from behind Xue Meng’s eyelids, and he practically leaps out of the other’s lap with a shriek.
“Ge!” Mei Hanxue playfully admonishes as he and his brother both force Xue Meng back down. “That’s mean!”
Xue Meng has a lot to say to that. A LOT to say. However, his brain is currently melting itself into a mush, so no words actually come to him. But he definitely has them!
The buzzing sound has grown exponentially louder with whatever Mei HanXue had done, and Xue Meng just barely has the sense of mind to cast a fervent glance across the field.
No one is looking. In fact, Mei HanXue has his back to the majority of the park therefore hiding Xue Meng from view. It’s strategic. A little too strategic.
Before he can even begin to formulate his complaints, Mei HanXue mercifully—though considering it’s Mei HanXue, Xue Meng wouldn’t be surprised if the jerk had something up his sleeve—lowers the intensity on the–fuck–the v-vibrator. Xue Meng shudders at the word. It’s still more intense than it’d been at the start, but it’s much more manageable now. Xue Meng sucks in a shuddering breath, trying and failing to recompose himself.
Mei Hanxue giggles, blowing a kiss at the hot glare he gets for it. His hand hadn’t once stopped, if anything growing bolder in its touches. With Xue Meng’s legs now properly out from under him, Mei Hanxue just has an easier time of it. “You gotta take your time with him, ge! It won’t be any fun if he finishes too early!” The infuriating blonde sing-songs.
“That’ll happen anyway.” Mei Hanxue hums into his ear, making Xue Meng shiver.
“A-assholes.” Xue Meng hisses. He can feel the heat of a flush settling on the back of his neck, and judging by the small kisses being dropped there, Mei HanXue has noticed it too. The older blonde retaliates to his words by slowly increasing the intensity of the vibrator. The sound rings in Xue Meng’s ears, and he can’t help but squirms in both embarrassment and pleasure.
The elastic of his panties stretches and snaps back, startling him. His eyes fly open to meet a pouting Mei Hanxue’s. “Not fair, Mengmeng! You’re doing it again!” He whines. “Why do you only ever pay attention to ge?” His pout turns into a sly grin, one that always spelled trouble for Xue Meng in the past. “You should be paying attention to me.”
With those ominous words, the younger blonde’s hand finally dips underneath his underwear to take him in hand. He gives him a firm, confident stroke, and it’s only thanks to Mei Hanxue’s other than holding his thigh down that keeps him from immediately clamping his legs shut. Xue Meng’s spasm doesn’t deter him, his hand continuing its steady stroking. More of those embarrassing noises fall from his lips, his earlier headiness returning.
From the corner of his eye, Xue Meng sees Mei HanXue pull up the phone. He only has a moment to mentally brace himself before the older starts sending pulses in time with his younger twins’ ministrations.
“Ah–!” Xue Meng clamps a hand over his mouth, squeezing his eyes closed. He feels more than hears the amused huff of breath from the older twin, and Xue Meng, a distant part of him that’s still cognitively aware, vows to get back at him. Somehow.
The intensity of the vibrations grows stronger. Xue Meng moans into his hand.
What was he thinking about again?
“Let's make this a little more fun, what do you say, Ge?” Mei Hanxue asks, having at some point pulled Xue Meng’s underwear down past his buttocks, trapping his thighs. All the while, his hand never once stops moving. “He’s lasted longer than we expected. I think we can get a little more out of this.”
S-screw you! Xue Meng thinks, unable to properly vocalize the complaint. Mei HanXue hums his agreement, leveling the vibrator intensity and pulse frequency somewhere at the top. Then, he discards the phone carelessly to the side. And screw you too! Xue Meng mentally amends.
He hopes by the mercy of some God out there that someway, somehow, the twins will feel his ire, his wrath, and regret ever re-entering his life!
The vibrator isn’t quite maxed out, but it’s close enough to have Xue Meng feel like his insides are melting. He swears, if his face gets any hotter, it’ll pop.
In his distraction, the twins move as one. Mei HanXue grabs a hold of his hips and pulls him impossibly closer, close enough that Xue Meng can properly feel what he’d been valiantly avoiding thinking about this entire time press into his backside. Xue Meng’s hand leaves his mouth, startled by how firm the grip is.
Meanwhile, Mei Hanxue crawls over his lap, situating himself so that his knees bracket Xue Meng’s legs. He shuffles forward until he’s right in front of Xue Meng, and his–
Xue Meng gulps.
Mei Hanxue lowers himself so they’re more level with one another, the backs of his thighs touching Xue Meng’s, never fully dropping his weight down. Without even realizing, Xue Meng’s gaze follows Mei Hanxue’s straining zipper, eyes laser focused. Catching the look, Mei Hanxue unzips his jeans and smirks. “Oh! No peeking!” He says cheekily, lifting the hem of Xue Meng’s dress to hide himself just as he slips his cock free. Xue Meng’s eyes narrow, silently admonishing himself at getting caught in something so shameful, and at the infuriatingly teasing tone.
Mei Hanxue moves a touch closer, practically hovering over him. Then, he takes them both in hand.
Ah. Shit.
A loud, surprisingly sultry whine rips its way past his lips. This time, it’s Mei Hanxue who quickly slams a hand down over Xue Meng’s mouth, his eyes wide in aroused surprise. Xue Meng just barely catches the way the other’s throat bobs with a gulp, mouth slightly slack, pupils blown.
Xue Meng would feel proud if he wasn’t so abashed.
Mei HanXue drops a sucking kiss into the junction between Xue Meng’s neck and shoulder. “Taking too long.” He growls.
And then, they’re off.
Mei HanXue lifts Xue Meng like he weighs nothing, bringing him back down over his crotch and rubbing against him, back and forth, the contact never once breaking. Coupled with the vibrator still pulsing inside of him, it’s a sensation Xue Meng isn’t sure he’ll ever be able to describe.
The movements are surprisingly small given how intense it all feels, Mei HanXue thankfully aware enough to not make their…activity…too obvious. He feels the older’s hands clench tighter, the fabric of his dress wrinkling. He has a brief moment to wonder if he’ll be left with hand-shaped bruises. It’s a thought he isn’t quite sure how to feel about, due in part to the fact that he can’t actually focus on the answer.
No, instead his mind becomes preoccupied with the brutal pace of Mei Hanxue’s hand, nothing like the comparatively relaxed strokes from before. Xue Meng’s eyes drop to their laps where he only gets a hint of what’s happening, the skirt of his dress bulging up in time with the younger blonde’s fist. From what he can feel, Mei Hanxue’s larger than Xue Meng, but he isn’t able to tell by how much, too distracted by the sheer audacity of it all to take a proper note of it.
Xue Meng shakes in Mei HanXue’s hold, the older’s head dropping to his shoulder, his breaths heavy with the occasional low moan. “Ziming” He grits out, whispered against Xue Meng’s skin. Xue Meng can do nothing but moan into Mei Hanxue’s hand as he braces his hands against the picnic blanket, subconsciously grinding back down onto him and into the other’s hand.
Mei Hanxue sounds similarly labored, quiet curses occasionally slipping past lax lips as he stares at them heatedly.
Mei HanXuelets go of his waist to slide forward, one hand settling low on his stomach to keep them together, and the other slipping under Xue Meng’s dress to join his brother’s. Xue Meng shuts his eyes at the feeling of the two of them working in tandem, body starting to feel syrupy as his full body spasms wrack his body. It’s only thanks to the twins holding him steady that he hasn’t tilted over yet.
Unable to support his own weight anymore, Xue Meng drops down onto Mei HanXue’s lap who bucks up into him. Mei Hanxue replaces the palm over his mouth with his lips, kissing him like a man starved. Xue Meng sloppily reciprocates, no longer of the mind to care about how wanton he sounds, or how shameful he’s being.
He feels a tightening of his core, a building up of something, and it isn’t long before his mind is whiting out. He comes, dirtying his stomach and the inside of his dress with a high-pitched sob that partially slips past their makeout session.
He arches his back as wave after wave washes through him, inadvertently pressing back into Mei HanXue whose hand stutters. He hears a quiet keen as Mei HanXue bites lightly into Xue Meng’s shoulder, riding out his own release.
Xue Meng exhales a long, shaky breath, mind fuzzy as he hears a strained, “fuck!” followed by spurts of warm cum mixing with his own. Xue Meng hums at the sensation, feeling both a little–appropriately–disgusted and very hot.
They stay like this for a moment, giving themselves a chance to catch their breaths. Somewhere in the haze, Xue Meng thinks one of the twins must have turned off the vibrator, the lack of its sensation ringing like a phantom.
“Aww, look at you.” Mei Hanxue coos. Xue Meng somehow manages to muster enough coherence to glare at him. “You look so cute like this, Mengmeng, all blissed out like that.” The younger Mei continues, unperturbed with the look. “Can you see him from there, Ge? Makes me want to force him to his knees and fuck him into the ground, right here, for everyone to see.” Mei Hanxue pulls his hand out from under the dress, smiling down at his cum-soaked fingers. He repeatedly closes and spreads them apart, observing the way their mixed spend clings between the digits. “With the dress still on, of course.”
“S-shut up, you filthy dog! And st-stop doing that!” Xue Meng manages to grit out, swooning from the head rush those words caused. Damnit! Now he’s gonna have that in his head! That shameless, dirty bastard! Who the fuck just says stuff like that?!
Mei Hanxue shoots him a wink and reaches his hand out. For a moment, Xue Meng thinks the other will do the unthinkable and wipe his hand on his dress–which, if he valued said hand, he most certainly wouldn’t–but then he extends it past his face. Xue Meng follows it only to witness Mei HanXue readily take the appendages into his waiting mouth. Xue Meng’s eyes widen.
D-distgusting! Deplorable!
“Ew!” Xue Meng shrieks, unable to break his gaze. Mei HanXue only meets his eyes, opening his mouth and allowing his younger twin to languidly drag his fingers down to the tip of his tongue. The younger spreads his fingers, and pushes them back in.
Xue Meng whips his head forward so fast he swears he hears it creak. Mei Hanxue giggles and drops a kiss to his burning forehead. “Do you wanna help ge clean his hand, too?” He asks, saccharine sweet.
Xue Meng feels like he’s gonna die–actually no, fuck that. He’s gonna murder these two degenerates and then he’ll die!
He shakes his head.
“No?”
He shakes his head harder.
“You sure?”
“I’m–”
A distant bark of laughter rings loudly across the field, making all of them freeze. Xue Meng pales, heart jackrabbiting for a completely different reason now.
What the fuck. What the fuck! Did he–he just–and the twins–in public! How did he forget he was in public?!
Slowly, Mei Hanxue pulls away. “I think Mengmeng was right, ge.” He says with an exaggerated pout. Xue Meng blinks at him, the confusion he feels at those words enough to pull him from his horrified panic.
Right? Right about what? Not that he wasn’t obviously right about whatever it was! But still.
“Yeah.” Mei HanXue says with a sigh. “Even up close, I wasn't able to hear him properly.”
Huh?
Mei Hanxue tsks. "And we didn’t even get to see anything! That's what we get for being impatient.” The younger Mei shoots a rare glare out into the thin crowd. “This is all their fault.” Then, just as quickly as the glare appeared, it’s replaced by a sunny, sleazy grin. "Ready to head back to our place, Mengmeng?”
Haaah?!
“Hanxue.” Mei HanXue says, a command in his tone. Mei Hanxue sticks his tongue out at his brother, but wordlessly complies with the unspoken words, leaning back and rummaging through the picnic basket with his clean hand, He comes back with a few hand towels, wordlessly passing one to his brother who uses it to clean the cum off his fingers while carefully swiping another over Xue Meng’s dick and stomach.
Once he deems them clean enough, Mei Hanxue collects his Ge’s towel and tosses them somewhere behind him without looking. He slips his hands beneath the dress to unceremoniously pull Xue Meng’s soaked panties back into place, and pulls down the hem of the dress’ skirt, smoothing it down and patting his leg once he deems it presentable.
Xue Meng’s face pinches with rage. Towels. They had towels packed in the picnic basket. Which means these two absolute lowlives planned for this!
Xue Meng wrestles himself free, tripping over his jelly legs and almost eating shit if not for the hands that catch him. He shakes them off and immediately begins to storm away in a random direction.
“Huh? Where are you going?”
“Ziming?”
“Your place my ass! This is all your fault!” He snaps, trying to look as normal as possible as he stumbles along.
“What’d I say?!”
A sigh. “Ziming, your coat.”
“Buy me a new one! On your way home alone!”
“But Mengmeng! We didn’t get to properly play with you!”
“Choke on a dick and die!”
“I mean, gladly! But you’ll have to come back for that! Mengmeng? Hey!”
He's never, ever, ever letting these two talk him into anything ever again!