*shakes clenched fist* CHENGNING CONTENT

Jiang Wanyin didn't want to pull away from those lips, soft and smooth, now swollen after he nibbled and sucked on them eagerly.

He preens at his work, eyes going down at the other man's pale neck, making him lick his own lips.

He rests the back of his head on Wen Ning's shoulder so he could give his neck a hesitant lick, only to moan softly at the salty tang of sweat. He shudders as Wen Ning kept fondling with his chest, squeezing and kneading it in ways that make his toes curl. He let's out a choked

moan when the other man began to play with his nipples, pinching them so harshly he could feel the pain and pleasure go straight to his d*ck, now full mast and trying to come out of his exposed underwear.

"Take these off," he wanted to beg, feeling those lips against his throat

as he tugged on Wen Ning's shirt. "Touch me more," he moans, only to feel the sharp sting of pain as Wen Ning bites him near his jugular.

"You're not the one who's in control here," a much softer voice replies, and Jiang Wanyin never wanted to sob so hard in his life.

Alright, guys.

Where do you want them to be in this scenario as well as the future NSFW location?

Finally, FINALLY, those hands have stopped their ministrations with his chest and slid downwards, one went to cup his arousal, while the other wrapped around his waist to pull him close.

He could feel Wen Ning's own arousal rubbing against his ass.

Fuck.

"We've barely done anything, but you're so hard already, kitten."

Oh, fuck. Kitten?

"Did you like it while the other people stare at you while humping me at the dance floor?"

Oh no...

"Sadly, not tonight, Wanyin. I'm not so keen on sharing what's mine."

Jiang Cheng shudders.

"Yours?"

"Yeah, unless you don't want to."

"And if I want to stay a while?"

"Then I'll make it worth it, so you'd stay a while longer."

Wanyin turns his head to look at his partner's face, finding himself meeting curious, half-lidded doe eyes, head tilted to the side.

Something about this man -- boy? he looks young -- makes him look endearing, at the same time mysterious. Jiang Wanyin told himself he shouldn't trust strangers, but...

...maybe he can just for tonight.

"You sure know how to get in someone's pants," he says with a smirk.

"Glad you think so," Wen Ning chuckles as he carefully tugged Wanyin's pants down along with his underwear, the latter raising his hips so he could push them off of him before he bended over to take the lube packet from his pocket when he felt something wet lick his entrance.

"Oh fuck!"

Wen Ning hums, making Wanyin feel the vibrations as the former slid his tongue further in him, lapping him up a few times before he pulled back, slapping his ass cheek in the process.

"Shit, ah...fuck, warn me next time, will you?"

"Warning," Wen Ning says cheekily.

Perhaps it's too much, but he decides to remove his leather jacket as well before he goes back on Wen Ning's lap, straddling him this time before he demands a kiss, palming his erection under his white pants.

"Really not gonna strip?"

"Trust me, this is fine." Wen Ning replies.

Jiang Wanyin unbuttons Wen Ning's pants with haste, tugging down his underwear with a huff. He watched as the latter's erection sprung free; he definitely didn't miss the glint of metal.

"Well what do we have here, hm?"

Of course he has fucking piercings.

He's sold.

"Looks like someone's a little rebellious," Wanyin mutters, taking the warm organ in his hand as he inspects the barbell piercings’s locations.

"Frenum and Lorum, huh?"

"You know your piercings well,"

"I'd rather know how your d*ck feels like inside me," Wanyin hums.

Wen Ning wordlessly takes the lube packet from Wanyin's hand, holding it by the corner using his mouth before he takes the condom packet out of his own pants. He takes it gratefully, but he doesn't open the packet just yet. He strokes the girthy d*ck up and down, thumb rubbing

the piercings in a tease, making Wen Ning hiss at the ticklish feeling. He sight when Wanyin plays with the slit, watching as he spreads his pre at the tip.

Meanwhile, Wanyin swallowed as he eyed those engorged veins and thick girth, barely in his grasp. The tip is flushed red,

and he couldn't resist sliding off of Wen Ning's lap to lick a stripe from the base up to the head, mouth enclosing around the head before he gives it a quick kiss, chuckling as it twitched in interest before he opened the foil packet, taking out the condom and making sure

he is holding it by the right side before pinching the tip, then sliding it partly on before he uses his own mouth to push the condom down, smirking when he feels Wen Ning buck his hips up a bit.

He could taste the hint of strawberries as he took Wen Ning in his mouth like a

champ.

Loud slurping noises overlap with the heavy bass of the club music and Wen Ning's huffs of air. Having enough, he tugs on Wanyin's hair to forcefully pull him away from his meal.

But from how Wanyin's c*ck drip with pre on the floor, he can tell the man enjoys the

rough treatment, and being manhandled from the looks of it.

"Up you go, kitten," Wen Ning gives him a smile as he guides him back on his lap, pulling him in another kiss as he slips his hands under Wanyin's shirt, fingers sliding over corded muscles on his back.

A guttural noise escapes him as his insides have been slowly penetrated by Wen Ning's c*ck. His nerves keep on sending these shocks of pleasure all over, and the thought of being filled--

"It's halfway in," there's awe in Wen Ning's voice.

Only halfway, but he feels so full!

"S-Slow," he slurrs, panting slightly as he feels Wen Ning sheathe himself further inside. Shit. When was the last time he'd been the bottom? He winces slightly at the thought. It wasn't exactly quite pleasant--

"AHH!" he yelps

The younger one had slid the rest completely

in one thrust, making Wanyin lurch forward and rest his forehead on Wen Ning's shoulder.

'Shit, he's so huge I can't--'

He then feels him withdraw his d*ck out, until only the head was in, before he goes back inside in one thrust.

"FUCK!"

'So deep in me..!'

Jiang Wanyin finds himself letting go, going limp and pliant in Wen Ning's arms as the other man fucked him 'til he succumbed to his pleasure-addled brain. He swore he could feel those damned piercings rubbing his insides despite the condom--

RING. RING. RING.

"Not going to pick it up?" Wen Ning asks before giving another hard thrust that happens to hit his prostate.

"Oh fuck, no..!" Wanyin whines. That one was too good, he just wants to...

RING. RING. RING.

"Pick it up, kitty cat. It might be important," Wen Ning encourages.

"Mm, whatever the baby boy wants..." Wanyin mutters, head still addled with lust, not realizing what he just said.

Now where...oh, his pants is on the low table. He finds his phone and just swiped the Answer icon without looking at who the caller is.

"Wha--ugh!"

"A-Cheng?!"

Never had he cursed this person more than in the past.

"Wei Wuxian..!" he hisses, groaning both in pleasure and frustration as Wen Ning slid himself back inside, his eyes rolling back as the other man pounded him mercilessly.

At the back of his head, he prayed that the sound of

Wen Ning's balls smacking against his skin wasn't as loud as he hears it. Fuck. His ears are ringing--

"You've been MIA for almost an hour!" his brother whines. He's only like this when buzzed. "We still have to dance!"

"Did you just call me for-- oh fuck yes, right there!"

Wanyin slaps a hand on his mouth, eyes wide. Did he just fucking--

"A-Cheng, right where? Do you need my help?!"

Oh for fuck's sake--

His phone is suddenly pried from his hand while another wrapped around his throat.

What the fu--

"Hello Senior Wei," Wen Ning greets with

an innocent voice while he looks at Wanyin with his gaze anything but pure lust and mischief.

Wanyin looks at him incredulously as Wen Ning loosened his hold on him, opening his mouth to protest--

-- only to have two fingers forcefully stuck in his mouth.

"He's in good hands."

Wanyin couldn't focus on the conversation between his brother and this man. How can he, when he has those deft fingers keeping him preoccupied, playing his tongue like how he'd fing--

'Such long fingers...' he mentally sighs as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking the digits eagerly.

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"Wen Ning! Did you find A-Cheng yourself? Ah, I'm glad it's you who did."

"He's in good hands,"

Meanwhile, Wen Ning just watches Wanyin, partly mesmerized as he listened to Wei Wuxian whilst he let Wanyin suck his fingers like how he'd suck c*ck.

"I'd tell Wen Ning not to

worry, then!" Wei Wuxian chirps before a lull settles between them.

Suddenly, those sucking noises Wanyin make seems louder than it should be. Wen Ning shudders when he took out his fingers from Wanyin's mouth, only for the latter to stop him, licking the seam between his

fingers before splitting them apart, only to suck his middle finger back in, his smoldering gaze never leaving Wen Ning.

'Pay attention to me,' his gaze seems to say.

"Well," Wei Wuxian finally relents. "How long do you need to finish?" he asks knowingly.

"Two hours," Wen Ning

answers before dropping the call, letting the phone drop beside Wanyin's head then hoists up the man's left leg on his shoulder. Without a word, he resumes the brutal pace they had earlier, making Wanyin cry out in surprise.

"AH! Haah..n-not so..all of..hnn..!" he keens.

Wen Ning then takes one of Wanyin's hands, placing it on top of is stomach and letting his own rest above it, ignoring the pre smearing over the back of his hand.

"Can you feel that, kitty?" he hums, letting Wanyin feel his d*ck stirring his insides, bulging against his organs,

right below where his hands rest.

'Oh god he's fucking me so hard, so deep inside..!'

He couldn't help the wanton moan that escapes his mouth at the thought of being filled so much, as well as the filth that he begins to say.

"You're so good, baby... you're filling me up so

much, kitty is spoil-- aah! Hn...nn...!"

He's drunk, definitely horny as hell, but it's hard to miss those eyes so dark with lust, pupils dilating and thrusts going erratic just by those words alone.

"Again," Wen Ning growls, "Call me that again."

"You like that, my baby boy?"

Wen Ning barely managed to hold the curse under his breath, opting to lean forward so he could demand another kiss from Wanyin, the latter willingly parting his lips so he could taste more of him, letting him swallow his moans as he felt the heat slowly rise inside him.

"Baby...ah! I-I'm...oh!..." he moans, unable to tell Wen Ning he's about to come when he reaches his own climax, thick spurts coming out and coating his abs and their hands, mostly Wen Ning's.

Wen Ning shamelessly lifts his hand to his mouth and licks the cum off his skin,