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“Come out, Jiang-xiong, I want to see how you look!”
Night had fallen in Qinghe, and the suffocating heat of the day still permeated through the occasional breeze that lightly rattled the bamboo panes lining the rooms of the Nie household.
With a resounding grumble, a figure pushed open the sliding door to the room adjacent to Nie Huaisang’s quarters, its silhouette billowing in the entrance.
Jiang Cheng awkwardly strutted in. And promptly tripped. Cursing, he picked himself up and performatively dusted himself off.
Wearing a Nie sect woman’s robe, Jiang Cheng was a vision in deep green and gold. He was sure Nie Huaisang purposely chose the most feminine yet promiscuous one, complete with sheer, flowing sleeves tinted light green, a low cut neck trimmed in a shimmering yellow, and a black sash that cinched him in so tight that he could just barely breathe. The fabric stretched taut over his shoulders and arms, and he worried that with one wrong move he'd be left preserving what little dignity he had left with tiny bits of cloth.
Jiang Cheng slowly crossed his arms over his chest and turned his head away from Nie Huaisang, eventually stealing a sly peek at him.
Nie Huaisang’s eyes were like saucers, pupils blown wide as he took in Jiang Cheng’s form. He clapped excitedly, breathlessly exclaiming, “Wow! Jiang-xiong, you look so pretty! You’d make a fine maiden.” His cheeks were dusted pink from the alcohol the two had been consuming all night, alcohol that was partly the reason for Jiang Cheng donning this embarrassing fit.
Giddy and ecstatic, Nie Huaisang crawled over to Jiang Cheng, standing up shakily and tapping his nose in glee.
Jiang Cheng’s face flushed red and he wrapped his arms tighter around himself, attempting to hide his exposed skin in vain. “You couldn’t have found something a little more… I don’t know… modest?!?”
He was thankful Wei Wuxian was off harassing their shidis somewhere in Lotus Pier, because if he were here to see this, he’d laugh so loud, he’d be heard all the way in Gusu.
“Come on, Jiang-xiong, you know why I chose this! The most beautiful robe for the most beautiful boy. You just need to get more into it! Please? For me?” Huaisang grabbed Jiang Cheng’s wrist and stared imploringly into his eyes.
Jiang Cheng scowled but his eyes softened as he met Huaisang’s gaze. “Let me have more liquor first.” He tipped back a jar of Emperor’s Smile and grimaced as the harsh liquid burned the back of his throat.
“Hey, save some for me!” Huaisang grabbed the jar from his hands and took a swig himself.
Jiang Cheng stretched uncomfortably, feeling some of the load-bearing stitches already begin to give way. He uncrossed his arms and tottered around the room, stiff and awkward. He tried to imitate some poses he’d seen the female courtesans around the courts do as they sat and looked pretty for the senior officials.
“Do a spin!”
Jiang Cheng froze, then slowly spun around on the toes of his right foot, landing with a stomp louder than he intended.
He felt Nie Huaisang’s eyes linger on his flushed neck and chest. He tensed slightly and paused.
Nie Huaisang cried out in dismay. “Why did you stop, Jiang-xiong?!? You were doing so well!”
Jiang Cheng huffed, “You still want more, you greedy gongzi?? I’m ready to take this off now.”
“Oh, Jiang-xiong, I know just what you need!” Nie Huaisang got up in a flurry, rushing out of the room. “Wait here!”
Jiang Cheng sighed and sat down the best he could without splitting the garment. This wasn’t even a bet he’d lost. Nie Huaisang had insisted that Jiang Cheng visit him one day after their studies at the Cloud Recesses concluded, and Jiang Cheng being a good friend, had come by to see him as promised. He didn’t even ask why, he just showed up – again, like the good friend he was.
Jiang Cheng didn’t resent Nie Huaisang, though – in fact, far from it. One could say he even liked hi- enjoyed his company. Nie Huaisang was always so cheery, friendly, and he’d always grab Jiang Cheng’s arm or teasingly tug on his hair ribbon. He was a breath of fresh air in a life otherwise incredibly suffocating. Jiang Cheng, surprisingly, didn’t push him away with any malice. And for some reason, whenever Nie Huaisang touched him a little too softly, a little too gentle for what Jiang Cheng deserved, he didn’t quite know why, but he often found himself thinking about it long enough to incur a physical reaction, little arcs of electricity running up and down his body.
Nie Huaisang rushed back in, out of breath, with a bundle of boxes and brushes in his arms. Jiang Cheng got up to help him, but Nie Huaisang ran right into him and they both tumbled to the ground in a series of thumps and grunts.
Nie Huaisang wasted no time and grabbed one of the boxes and a brush, crawling over to Jiang Cheng.
“W-what is that?” Jiang Cheng asked nervously.
“It’s just powder, silly! Now, sit still.”
Nie Huaisang was practically in his lap at this point. He dipped the brush into the box and slowly dragged it across Jiang Cheng’s face, across his forehead, taking care to brush his bangs out of the way, down his nose, which wrinkled slightly as the fine white particles went up it, and across the contours of his cheekbones. Nie Huaisang seemed to be mesmerized by the geometry of Jiang Cheng’s face, his brushstrokes almost mathematical.
He put a finger under Jiang Cheng’s chin and motioned for him to lift it, as he brushed tenderly along his sharp jawline and down his neck. Jiang Cheng didn’t dare move otherwise.
They sat in silence as Nie Huaisang finished up. Jiang Cheng wasn’t sure he was breathing anymore, desperately trying to control his racing pulse. He felt as if a sweat had broken out on his forehead, a part of him hoping that Nie Huaisang would softly brush aside his bangs again and…maybe, just maybe, stroke his cheek while he was at it.
Nie Huaisang let out a breath, “Whew! That was fun wasn’t it, Jiang-xiong? Time for rouge!”
As if my face isn’t red enough already, Jiang Cheng laughed to himself bitterly.
Nie Huaisang grabbed another box and brush and gently dotted bits of red across Jiang Cheng’s warm cheeks.
“Hm, might be better to blend without the brush,” Nie Huaisang mused. The pads of his slender fingers danced over Jiang Cheng’s skin as he spread the pigment across his cheeks. Jiang Cheng sat stiff as a board, not even daring to blink.
“Ok, finishing touch!” Nie Huaisang yanked on Jiang Cheng’s hair ribbon and tossed the purple fabric behind his shoulder. He watched with glimmering eyes as Jiang Cheng’s long black hair unfurled down his back.
Nie Huaisang clapped in glee. “Jiang-xiong, you look fantastic!” He beamed at Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Cheng melted a little in his presence.
“Oh! I almost forgot something.” Nie Huaisang scrambled back over to the boxes, rummaging through until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a small gold tube, smiling triumphantly. “Lipstick!”
Jiang Cheng blanched. “Um… Huaisang…I think this is enough…” The liquor had now clearly gotten to the both of them, and Jiang Cheng couldn’t trust either of their judgments anymore. The lipstick wasn’t anything to be particularly worried about, but the person applying it, however…
“C’mon, please, this is the last thing, I promise! You can’t leave a masterpiece unfinished!”
Jiang Cheng sighed and submitted. And regretted it immediately. Nie Huaisang brought himself extremely close to Jiang Cheng’s face, much too close for comfort, and delicately blotted the deep pink cream across his lips.
“Urgh… uneven! Can’t have that…” Nie Huaisang slurred slightly. He wiped Jiang Cheng’s lips haphazardly with his thumb and applied the product again, so close to Jiang Cheng that he could feel Nie Huaisang’s alcohol-laden breath blow against him.
“There! All done!” Nie Huaisang stared proudly at his work, eyes glazed over but genuinely happy. Jiang Cheng felt his heart skip a beat.
“Now… one more request… and this one doesn’t even really involve you, so don’t worry!”
Jiang Cheng grumbled, “What now??”
Nie Huaisang shot Jiang Cheng a cheeky smile. “Let me try on your robes, Jiang-xiong!”
Jiang Cheng choked. “N-no way!”
“Huh? Why not??”
“Just because!”
“Not good enough of a reason!” Nie Huaisang dashed towards the secondary room, somehow moving just a beat ahead of Jiang Cheng, who followed close behind.
Nie Huaisang shed his robes swiftly with a giggle, and Jiang Cheng had no choice but to turn away quickly so he didn't combust on the spot.
Jiang Cheng listened in on the ruffle of clothing and cast a sideways glance at the figure in the corner of the room. The moonlight danced off of Nie Huaisang’s slender form as he wrapped himself in the rich purple fabric.
He turned to face Jiang Cheng, that same sly smile across his face. He glided back over to Jiang Cheng, stopping a few inches from him. Jiang Cheng looked down at him and swallowed hard. He looked good in the Yunmeng sect robe. Of course he did.
Nie Huaisang sat down crosslegged on the floor and beckoned for Jiang Cheng to join him. Jiang Cheng, with much effort, sat down in front of him. He’s honestly surprised nothing has ripped yet.
Nie Huaisang’s eyes flitted to Jiang Cheng’s lips, then back up to his eyes. “I’m going to kiss you now, A-Cheng,” he mumbled as his lips collided with Jiang Cheng’s. He climbed into Jiang Cheng’s lap and wrapped his legs around Jiang Cheng’s torso, his hands woven in his hair.
Huh??
Jiang Cheng could barely bring himself to react. His eyes grew wide in shock, but as Nie Huaisang kissed him deeper and deeper, his eyes fluttered closed as he too began to melt into Nie Huaisang, makeup smudging across both of their faces.
Jiang Cheng’s hands snaked their way around Nie Huaisang’s waist, pulling him in closer until they were one. Nie Huaisang squealed in surprise, then settled back into Jiang Cheng’s face after a beat.
Nie Huaisang pulled away briefly, unwrapping his legs from Jiang Cheng’s hips and pushing him onto the floor. He straddled Jiang Cheng, bracing his hands on his chest, panting with the lipstick smeared over the lower half of his face. He still looks as charming as ever, thought Jiang Cheng.
Too busy focusing on Nie Huaisang’s face, Jiang Cheng didn’t realize Nie Huaisang’s hand had snuck under his robes until he felt it wrap around his cock. Jiang Cheng gasped and jerked under Nie Huaisang, feeling a pop and a light breeze as the fabric at his side gave way. Spoke too soon… he thought.
“Let me make you feel good, A-Cheng,” said Nie Huaisang in a low voice, pulling Jiang Cheng’s attention back to him. Jiang Cheng had propped himself up on his elbows, but Nie Huaisang pressed his free hand to his chest and pushed him back down. Jiang Cheng was sure Nie Huaisang could feel his heart hammering away under his touch.
Nie Huaisang began to move his palm up and down Jiang Cheng’s cock, drawing out short gasps from Jiang Cheng as his cock grew under his touch.
“Hmm, so eager already?” A coy smile crossed Nie Huaisang’s face as he watched Jiang Cheng’s flustered expressions switch between pleasure and desperation. Jiang Cheng could only muster out a broken moan. He’d never been touched like this before, not even by himself. And definitely not by a beautiful boy like the one on top of him. He couldn’t bring himself to push Nie Huaisang off of him, though his pride begged for it.
Thumbing the pre-come that had begun to leak out of Jiang Cheng, Nie Huaisang began to pump faster, the friction squelching softly alongside Jiang Cheng’s labored breathing.
“H-Huaisang…” he managed to choke out. But Nie Huaisang simply gave him a warm smile and continued working diligently.
Jiang Cheng’s brain was no longer working. He was like putty in Nie Huaisang’s hands, beholden to his whims and wants. He couldn’t say anything even if he wanted to.
Jiang Cheng felt his body begin to tense up as he approached his climax, his eyes clenching shut as he felt an unfamiliar swirl of pleasure build up through his body.
He arched his back slightly as he reached the brink, but the sensation suddenly began to fade. Jiang Cheng’s eyes flew open as he registered the lack of movement below. Nie Huaisang had stopped.
“Jiang-xiong, were you about to come?” Nie Huaisang’s lips curled upwards.
Jiang Cheng stared at him with a look of utmost ruin on his face. His now damp hair stuck in bits to his face and neck, glistening with a soft sheen of sweat. He was flushed, out of breath, and just about to topple over the edge. And Nie Huaisang had stopped.
“Wh- Nie Huaisang…” he whined softly. Nie Huaisang scooted backwards onto Jiang Cheng’s stomach, his face so close to Jiang Cheng’s cock that even his breaths made Jiang Cheng tingle in pleasure.
“Sorry, Jiang-xiong, my hand got tired.”
Jiang Cheng let out a groan, moving his hand into position to finish himself off when Nie Huaisang swatted him away. “Jiang-xiong,” he said sternly, “that’s supposed to be my job.”
Jiang Cheng could see how much Nie Huaisang relished seeing what a quivering mess he had made him. Jiang Cheng’s breaths came out in ragged, short bursts, compelling Nie Huaisang to press a quick kiss to his lips. Jiang Cheng leaned into it ravenously, but Nie Huaisang pulled away yet again. Jiang Cheng let his body fall limp on the floor in defeat.
“Now, Jiang-xiong, do you want to play a little game with me? It’ll be fun, I promise. The more you beg, the more I'll pleasure you.” Nie Huaisang’s eyes twinkled.
Jiang Cheng’s glazed eyes stared up at the ceiling. “Please, Huaisang,” he whispered. “Please.”
Nie Huaisang pressed his tongue flat against the underside of Jiang Cheng’s cock and licked a tender trail up to the tip. Jiang Cheng shuddered from the new contact.
“More?” Nie Huaisang whispered. Jiang Cheng nodded feebly, mouthing another “please” in earnest. Nie Huaisang took Jiang Cheng’s length into his mouth, choking a little. He mumbled something Jiang Cheng couldn’t make out and slowly began pulling it in and out of his mouth.
Nie Huaisang was warm and welcoming, trying his best to cover Jiang Cheng’s whole cock at once. Jiang Cheng’s eyes rolled back in his head at the pleasure. He’d never had to deal with this much of such a sensation before.
Nie Huaisang let out a muffled giggle, taking Jiang Cheng to the edge again and then stopping. He let Jiang Cheng’s entire length slip out of his mouth and smiled at him sweetly. “You have to play the game, A-Cheng.”
Jiang Cheng’s breath hitched as he wheezed, “Please Huaisang, can I come now?” Nie Huaisang laughed softly and traced a finger lightly up the side of Jiang Cheng’s cock. “C-can I come now??” he urged again, squirming under Nie Huaisang’s thighs.
“Can.. you…hah… let me come now? Please?”
Nie Huaisang shot Jiang Cheng a pitying look. “Okay, you can come now, Jiang-xiong. Come for me.”
Nie Huaisang closed his plush lips around Jiang Cheng’s cock once again and sucked hard. Jiang Cheng felt the blood rush to his head as he began to come, his lips parted in pleasure as he contracted, shooting his release into Nie Huaisang’s mouth. More seams come apart.
Nie Huaisang coughed as he swallowed while Jiang Cheng lay panting underneath him. “Did I do good, Jiang-xiong?” he asked, batting his eyelashes.
Jiang Cheng threw his arm over his eyes and let out a deep sigh. He replied flatly, “One day, you’ll kill me Huaisang. What the fuck was that??”
After a moment’s pause, he said quietly, “It was good.”
Nie Huaisang beamed, crawling into Jiang Cheng’s arms and resting his head in the crook of his neck. He placed a soft kiss on Jiang Cheng’s collarbone. “You know, Jiang-xiong, I didn’t know you had it in you to get that hot and worked up! Aren’t you glad you aren’t wearing your heavy robes, and I am instead? In fact, maybe you should take this one off too…”
“Sh-shut up!”
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The two of them lay there until morning, drifting in and out of sleep as the alcohol ran its course through them.
Jiang Cheng woke up disoriented as the morning light hit his face. He sat up with a groan and took in the vaguely familiar surroundings. The… Nie household?
“Huaisang, wake up.” Jiang Cheng shook the sleeping figure next to him awake.
“Mmm...huh? I’m up, I’m up!”
“What… exactly happened yesterday?”
The previous night was fuzzy, and all they could collectively remember was the clothing, makeup, and the numerous jars of Emperor’s Smile consumed.
“Why… why are you in my robes…” Jiang Cheng squinted at Nie Huaisang.
“I don’t know. Maybe I spilled something on mine?”
“...but you live here…”
“I don’t know, Jiang-xiong!”