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Jin Ling whimpered softly when Lan Sizhui tried to pull his cock from him. They had just barely came down from their highs, still too out of breath and sweaty, Jin Ling laying on top of Sizhui comfortably with his legs spread for Lan Sizhui.Splayed on top of him and catching his breath, Jin Ling was a dazzling mess with his hair down and head resting on Sizhui’s chest.“Leave it in.”Lan Sizhui’s brain froze for a second too long.“Oh,” sounded Sizhui’s reply.Jin Ling kissed the middle of his chest, and a flower bloomed inside him from the spot A-Ling’s lips had touched. A smile broke the symmetry of his face and he caressed Jin Ling’s head, making him hum in approval.“Do you really enjoy being like this?” Sizhui asked, using his fingers to untangle Jin Ling’s hair. Another kiss on his chest and a nod was his reply. “Do you want to be fed?”That caught Jin Ling’s attention, so he raised his head and looked at him with glowing eyes. His cheeks were still deliciously flushed and lips swollen, an unusual sort of quietness in his mind that eased him into an almost pliant state.“I...” He trailed off, looking anywhere else but Sizhui’s face. “I would like that.”He sat upright and Jin Ling followed suit, movements fluid and back arching in a cat-like stretch. Sizhui’s hair framed his face like a dark waterfall, strands so silky and delicate that Jin Ling wanted to run his hands through it and style it, just so he had an excuse to touch it.Sizhui was buried deep inside Jin Ling, the stretch comfortable and intimate just how he imagined it would feel. There was something intimate in the way he was dripping. Cum smeared Sizhui’s pelvis and stomach, that made Jin Ling blush from his shameless request and close his eyes in a mix of embarrassment and enjoyment.The surprise was good and sweet when Sizhui’s lips met his and the scent of lavender grew stronger, more pleasant. Instead of shying away, Jin Ling threw his arms around Sizhui’s shoulders and massaged his scalp with the tips of his fingers. Their kiss was slow, a lazy drag of tongues and love-driven joy as they chased each other.The kiss was broken as Sizhui sighed in approval and rested his forehead on Jin Ling’s shoulder. They stood still like that, revelling in each other’s heat and familiarity until Jin Ling felt his stomach a little too empty.“Someone offered to feed me. I wonder who they were?”Sizhui, caught off-guard, snorted loudly.“It was I, Sect Leader Jin,” Sizhui joked, kissing Jin Ling’s cheek next to his petulant pout. “Gods, I adore you so much. A-Yi might be right and I’m spoiling you too much.”“He spoils me just the same,” he accused, and Sizhui smiled tenderly and kissed the tip of Jin Ling’s nose.“Your pout is just very adorable.” Jin Ling wrinkled his nose and furrowed his brow. “Your nose is equally cute, too.”He groaned and continued to pout until Sizhui pressed his lips against him for a second time, this time a chaste one. “I must satisfy your wishes then, my love.”Sizhui moved and carried Jin Ling with him until his back met the soft pillows resting on the headboard. His cock didn’t slipped out, but once he was seated properly on Sizhui, he couldn’t help but wiggle on top of him. The sensation was good, something Jin Ling had wanted to try for a long time since he started to have relations with Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi. The sound of wetness also didn’t go unnoticed by either of them.“Enjoying?” Sizhui smirks.“Shut up.”He suppressed a laugh to avoid flaring Jin Ling’s temper and reached out to the bedside table. Jingyi woke up before them to keep the promise he made Hanguang-Jun of meditating every morning. After that, he planned on walking around the town and asking questions to the villagers in order to figure out more about the case they were working on.Jin Ling could never wake up at the same time the Lan cultivators did, and Sizhui didn’t have the heart - or the energy - to leave him either, so both of them stayed behind to bask in each other’s warmth.As Jingyi went out, he huffed in mock annoyance but came back shortly after, carrying a tray with foods and kissing both of their foreheads while they struggled to wake up.Sizhui reached for the tray and placed it on the bed next to them, checking the fruits spread across it. Most people didn’t gave Jingyi the recognition he deserved, but Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui knew that he could exceed expectations in his own way.All of the fruits were up to their tastes.Jin Ling took a handful of the blankets and cleaned Sizhui’s stomach and his own, apologizing silently for dirtying them with something so improper before throwing it to the other side of the bed.Sizhui grabbed a pair of loquats - already peeled and without seeds - and ate one. The other, he offered to Jin Ling. His response was obedient as he opened his mouth delicately, as if his mouth hadn’t been so busy a few minutes earlier kissing Sizhui between moans.The task of delivering the food straight to Jin Ling’s mouth was indecent, from the way he looked at Sizhui to the way he closed his mouth around the small fruit. Sizhui swallowed even though his mouth was already empty.“More.” Jin Ling ripped the veil clouding Sizhui’s mind, scaring away the light arousal from the image of him sitting naked on top of him, covered in love marks and nothing else.Sizhui complied and reached for a mandarin, peeling it with ease and practice.Jin Ling stretched his arms behind his back and gathered his absurdly long hair, making Sizhui’s thighs tickle when it brushes his skin. In retaliation, Sizhui squirms and almost makes Jin Ling lose his balance.If he looked up, he would’ve seen the way Jin Ling stared at him with childish anger.Two mandarins already peeled, Sizhui picked a slice and bit half of it and delivered the rest on Jin Ling’s lips. The sweet juice exploded inside his mouth, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the taste of his favorite fruit and Sizhui’s solid presence.He could almost live like this forever, Lanling Jin Sect be damned.The air was suddenly hotter. Hands reaching for his own hair, Jin Ling threw it over his shoulder and stretched his neck. Sizhui caressed Jin Ling’s lower lip with a slice, urging him to open up again and eat more. He complied, and they ate in silence, comfort mixing with a tension that curled in Jin Ling’s belly.He had managed to keep himself clean while eating an entire mandarin, but as soon as Sizhui bit a piece of the second fruit, it bled out the sweetest juice, trickling down his jaw.Jin Ling watched with hunger as the liquid travelled down, tainting lily-white skin with a light shade of orange. He clenched his hands in fists as it reached Sizhui’s chin, still and suspended as if daring Jin Ling to take an act on it.They stared at each other, eyes locked as Sizhui didn’t venture to clean his face. Waiting. Still as if one move would stop each other from doing anything - Sizhui from cleaning himself or Jin Ling from doing it.Breath stuck in his throat because if he exhaled, the drop would fall and take away his chance. If he moved forward, his blood would boil for reasons far different than anger.Seeing that neither of them would make a move on it, Sizhui raised his hand, ready to clean it off before it stained his clothes or Jin Ling’s act dirtied their minds. Jin Ling couldn’t lose it.He surged forward, slowly licking the path that the liquid had taken and tasting it - tasting Sizhui, as he sucked in a breath but didn’t pull away. The way Jin Ling’s tongue moved was tantalizing, hard and teasing as it reached Sizhui’s mouth, and he licked his lower lip clean of any flavour.They kissed, arousal flirting with tenderness as their mouths moved against each other and making them gasp for air and try to seek for more.Both of them were breathless as they parted.“Tastes sweet.” Sizhui was almost hard inside of him, and Jin Ling moved his waist a bit, pushing his luck. “Feed me some more. Dragon fruit. I wanna eat it from your fingers.”Sizhui’s gaze travelled downwards, looking at Jin Ling’s growing arousal. Sizhui couldn’t help but to feel the same. It wasn’t usual for Jin Ling to pull at the restraints between him, Sizhui and Jingyi, but it definitely wasn’t rare, either. All the times it happened, their sex was harder and dripped with devotion, almost as a worship.The fruit Jin Ling requested was already parted into two halves, the colourful outside contrasting the fruit meat on the inside. Joining his index and middle finger, he carved it and gathered pieces of the white fruit with the tips of his fingers.He reached for Jin Ling’s mouth and sucked his fingers clean, tongue lapping at Sizhui’s digits as he turned his fingers inside Jin Ling’s mouth. Jin Ling opened his mouth to allow for Sizhui to remove his fingers and demanded for more.“Do my gestures please you, Sect Leader Jin?”Jin Ling shuddered, his well built mask cracking a bit.“It does.”Sizhui was starving, but it wasn’t for the food.Using the same fingers that were inside Jin Ling’s mouth, Sizhui scooped some of the fruit meat and ate it, taking his time to clean off his fingers and drag them out of his mouth. It was enthralling how Jin Ling’s eyes followed his movements, mouth slightly parted as he breathed.Jin Ling probably didn’t even realized how aroused he looked.The tension escalated as Lan Sizhui fed Jin Ling, the muscles under his skin melting and falling into a pliant state even though he was the one pulling Sizhui’s strings like a puppet doll. He realized Jin Ling wasn’t touching him. Instead, he had his hands closed in fists holding the sheets.“Why don’t you touch me, A-Ling?”Jin Ling held his breath, cheeks flushed as he stared.“Touch me,” Sizhui coaxed, voice sweet and tantalizing as he dragged the words around.Jin Ling was powerless even though he was the one throwing orders. He was shaking on the inside, guts twisted over obeying Sizhui’s sugar-coated command or continue like he was out of stubborness, holding himself down. Sizhui won. Letting go of the fabric, Jin Ling tried to pretend his hands weren’t trembling as he placed them on Sizhui’s stomach. The skin was soft and hot under the touch.Sizhui touched Jin Ling’s lips, coaxing him to open with a caress. He did, and fingers were shoved into his mouth, covered with dragon fruit for him to eat. Jin Ling sucked on them and Sizhui’s blush travelled all the way to his chest.Jin Ling managed to steel himself through the treatment until the dragon fruit was over, but the haze was strong enough for him not to notice when Sizhui took a piece of mango in hands and smeared its juice over his mouth.“Don’t you want more?” he teased, and Jin Ling furrowed his nose.Sizhui killed the frown with a giggle and a well placed kiss over his forehead mark. Jin Ling didn’t say a thing, only opened his mouth and bit the fruit from Sizhui’s fingers. Mangos weren’t exactly his favorite, the scent was a bit too strong and sickening sweet, but he ate it all the same as long Sizhui’s fingers would deliver the fruit directly into his waiting mouth.The bowl where the mangos were kept had a bit of its juice accumulating in the bottom, and Jin Ling didn’t fight the temptation of dirtying his fingers completely and thrusting them inside Sizhui’s mouth. “Suck,” he ordered, raising his head in a command worthy of a sect leader. Sizhui obeyed and shivered. Jin Ling’s eyes were half lidded as he noticed how hard Sizhui was inside him. Jin Ling shivered at the scene beyond him and raised his hips. The movement was slow, he felt centimeter by centimeter leave him, lips shut tight to hold the moans inside.He curved his fingers inside Sizhui’s mouth, hooking them there and pressing down his on tongue as he brought his body down in a strong thrust. Both of them gasped in unison. In the aftermath, Lan Sizhui moaned and closed his eyes tightly. Jin Ling took some pleasure from watching his fingers dripping with saliva as he removed them out of Sizhui’s mouth.“Another piece,” Jin Ling demanded, and Sizhui’s eyes opened in a piercing stare. His pupils swallowed the silver of his eyes almost entirely.Instead of delivering the fruit with his fingers, he took a big piece and held it with his teeth. Sizhui sat up until their chests were touching as their breathing grew erratic. A lot of things could go wrong with the silent dare, but Jin Ling urged forward and took the mango slowly as they met in something that could easily be called a kiss.He didn’t even feel anything as he swallowed the piece after chewing.Sizhui’s fingers were already dirty with the mango’s juice when he was done, and he passed it through Jin Ling’s lips for a second time. Instead of simply leaving it be, he killed the space between them and licked his mouth clean just like Jin Ling had done to him.His tongue was soft and wet as he tasted Jin Ling’s flavour mixed with the fruit. Jin Ling gasped as Sizhui bit his lower lip and dragged, making the other enjoy that opportunity of parted lips to shove his tongue inside Jin Ling’s mouth and kiss him forcefully. Jin Ling moaned into the kiss.“Still want more, Sect Leader Jin?” Sizhui’s voice was deeper than usual, and Jin Ling tightened around him to the sound of it.And just like that, Jin Ling’s urge to push Sizhui back down and ride him until they were both exhausted and weak grew bigger. Their breaths were mingling on each other, and it smelled sweet, fruits mixed with Sizhui’s lavender perfume so strongly that it made Jin Ling dizzy.“You two got pretty busy this morning,” a voice spoke behind Jin Ling, making him turn his head around and seek the owner.Lan Jingyi was standing in front of the closed door, completely dressed and watching them with a mock disapproving expression, arms crossed in front of his chest. Jin Ling smiled tantalizingly, as pretty as a poisonous flower at the image of his other lover joining them.Defiant, he flexed his thighs and raised his hips only to slam back down merciless.He moaned, “Join us.”Who was Lan Jingyi to decline such a satisfying request?