Somewhat NSFW XiCheng AU

Wherein Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen are both influential people known by the public (almost like celebrities). Xichen is CEO of Lan Corp. and Wanyin's that sexy lawyer from Yunmeng.

They have social media and it's not really surprising for them to skim over thirst tweets where they are tagged

BUT--

There's this one shameless thirsty account on LXC's timeline who always tags him in their eloquent tweets (*coughs*) and he is intrigued at how tame it can be sometimes then be utterly shameless next.

From 'I want to feel your arm muscles around me after sex.' to 'I want to cum while seeing you look at my reflection while fucking me in front of my bathroom mirror.'

He's definitely intrigued.

User 'Wanyin' has his interests piqued.

Apparently their shamelessness doesn't end on Twitter. He also has a link that redirects him to a site wherein they write RPF fiction, with him often paired with an OC (he learns their meanings later) in his detailed works.

They were no less amazing, each and every story just as beautiful as they were shameless (much like his tweets).

Suffice to say it's enough to have him be reacquainted with his hand every night (maybe even when he spends late nights in his office).

Don't get him wrong. Xichen had been invited (by both men and women) to be involved in such affairs, but something about 'Wanyin' ruined it for him.

He remembers this particular tweet one night as he tried to conjure a fantasy as he stroked himself to completion.

Xichen shudders.

Yep.

He's definitely ruined.

Maybe he'd ruin him too.

So the next time he saw 'Wanyin' tagging him (shameless as ever, with his enthusiasm of eating whipped cream), he opens his Camera app and lifted his shirt, taking a photo of his abs before typing a quick message.

Something about it makes him think it's stupid, but he sends it anyway.
---

Several buildings and a couple of streets away, Jiang Cheng yells in his room after opening his Inbox.

'Fuck.' Jiang Cheng curses mentally.

'He doesn't know how much power he holds against me, does he?' he debates, tapping the side of his phone with his finger before he sent a straightforward reply.

Perhaps he can play the same game.

-- end

-- or is it? ¬‿¬