The Half-Eaten Peach Longs to be Filled with Cream

Jiang Cheng arrives at the Unclean Realm the night before the discussion conference is set to start. He has never particularly enjoyed these things, having little patience to listen to old windpipes aggrandize themselves, often at the expense of others. However, he’s always glad for an excuse to see Nie Huaisang, even if they have to be more discreet than usual under the circumstances.

After spending the night in Nie Huaisang's sumptuous, canopied bed, Jiang Cheng wakes up from a dream of Huaisang sucking his dick to the real thing. He doesn’t last long under Nie Huaisang’s ministrations, and comes hard against the back of his throat. Nie Huaisang swallows it all, then smiles as he crawls up to kiss Jiang Cheng with swollen, red lips. Jiang Cheng allows it, tasting himself on Nie Huaisang’s mouth for a moment, before grabbing hold of his narrow waist to flip them both over. Jiang Cheng may have come, but he isn’t spent.

He grabs Huaisang's calves and pulls his legs open, settling between them and resting Nie Huaisang’s ankles against his shoulders. Considering how they spent much of last night, it doesn’t take long to finger Nie Huaisang open. Huaisang is soon tossing his head, whimpering as he begs Jiang Cheng to get on with it. So he sinks into Huaisang's tight heat, fucking into him slow and deep, nearly bending the slender body beneath him in half.

Jiang Cheng’s second orgasm is even harder, his dick throbbing as he spills deep inside Huaisang, blind and deaf to everything but the moans and whimpers in his ear. He collapses against Huaisang, letting his legs slip from his shoulders to rest bent at his sides. His dick is finally getting soft, still inside Huaisang, and he pushes himself off the other's body and starts to pull out, when he feels a hand at his lower back, stopping him.

"Wait, Wanyin," Nie Huaisang whispers, his voice still breathless.

Jiang Cheng goes still, and Nie Huaisang grabs something from under his pillow and hands it to Jiang Cheng. It's made from fine jade, about the length of a finger, cylindrical, wider in the middle and tapering towards the sides, but one end is flared and flat. Jiang Cheng’s brow furrows slightly.

"Put it in me," Huaisang says, voice pitched low. "I want to keep Sandu Shengshou’s cum inside me all through the conference today."

Jiang Cheng’s mouth has gone dry, and he feels his now soft dick twitch in interest at the suggestion. Huaisang laughs breathlessly, so Jiang Cheng pulls out carefully, replacing his cock with the jade plug before too much of his semen can drip out from Nie Huaisang’s hole. The other man shifts slightly, adjusting to the cold, hard object in place of hot flesh.

He sits up, a little gingerly, and gives Jiang Cheng a conspiratorial smile.

“Let’s go, Wanyin. I have guests to greet and a discussion conference to lead… and you can think about what’s inside me the whole time I speak to them.”

Jiang Cheng watches Nie Huaisang closely throughout the morning, as he greets cultivators from the various sects, and later as he presides over the discussion conference as both Chief Cultivator and host. His face is composed into an elegant expression, sometimes hidden by his ever-present folding fan. But there is more color on his cheeks than usual, his eyes seem brighter, and he moves the fan less languorously than normal. His movements today seem more deliberate, in particular once they’re all seated.

“Clan Leader Nie seems flushed,” his nephew comments at one point. “Is he sick?”

“How would I know?” he scoffs.

“He’s your friend, Jiujiu,” Jin Ling replies, rolling his eyes.

Jiang Cheng uncharacteristically ignores his nephew’s tone. He wonders if others have noticed, and what they think if they have.

Nie Huaisang’s gaze shifts towards him just at that moment. He purses his lips and smiles as their eyes meet. Very deliberately, he shifts in his seat, parting his lips on an exhale as he does. The expression has Jiang Cheng licking his lips, even as Huaisang raises the fan to cover his mouth, eyes momentarily half-lidded above its rim.

Jiang Cheng can’t keep his mind on the topics being discussed from then on. He keeps imagining what Huaisang must be feeling as he sits in front of them all. His pulse races momentarily as he contemplates the possibility of removing that jade plug from Huaisang’s body and watching his own semen spill from Nie Huaisang’s ass. He wonders how much time will pass before it’s absorbed into Huaisang’s body, and feels an overpowering urge to get him alone as soon as possible.

He decides to grab his chance when they break at noon. Food will be served where they are, but everyone is free to move around and socialize. Jiang Cheng stands from his seat and strides up to Nie Huaisang, making sure to bow respectfully.

“Jiang-zongzhu!” Hie Huaisang says, raising his fan to his face. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“There is a matter I would like to discuss with the Chief Cultivator,” Jiang Cheng replies, and his voice sounds rough to his own ears. “In private, if you would.”

“Certainly. Please, follow me.” The spots of color on Nie Huaisang’s cheeks darken but he stands up gracefully. Jiang Cheng falls in step with him, not bothering to see if their departure catches anyone’s attention. He doesn’t care if it does.

Nie Huaisang leads Jiang Cheng to a small, out of the way room. It’s unlikely that anyone will come this way, and the sounds of voices from the banquet are muffled but still audible. Jiang Cheng doesn't miss the fact that Nie Huaisang discretely bolts the door behind them before turning to face him with a solemn, wide-eyed expression.

“Jiang-zongzhu, what was it you—” Nie Huaisang is interrupted by Jiang Cheng grabbing him around the waist and pulling him close. Nie Huaisang barely has time to register the feel of a hard chest against his own before he feels Jiang Cheng’s free hand squeeze one of his buttocks. He can’t help the gasp that escapes his lips.

“Can you still feel it, Huaisang?” Jiang Cheng asks, bending his head to nuzzle into Nie Huaisang’s hair, near his ear. His fingers still dig into his ass cheek, alternating between relaxing and squeezing.

Nie Huaisang settles into the embrace, draping his arms over broad shoulders. “My little jade friend, you mean?”

“Not that,” Jiang Cheng frowns. Nie Huaisang finds it delightful how despite his age, Jiang Cheng still avoids speaking outright about certain things outside the bedroom. He loves to rile Jiang Cheng up enough to forget his prudishness.

Nie Huaisang smiles as he meets Jiang Cheng’s eyes through his lashes. “I’ve been cycling energy through my lower meridians to keep it from being absorbed.”

Jiang Cheng’s eyes widen momentarily at this. “Let’s see if it worked,” he whispers, his voice a low rasp in Nie Huaisang’s ear.

He tightens his hold on Huaisang’s waist and kisses him as he walks him back into a table. It’s taller than normal, probably a workstation, and its edge digs into the back of Nie Huaisang’s thighs. Jiang Cheng drags Nie Huaisang’s bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls back from the kiss. Huaisang whines, arching against him and trying to chase his lips, but Jiang Cheng simply flips him around by the waist and bends him over the table with a firm hand at his back. He hikes up Nie Huaisang‘s heavy robes as he squirms and pulls his pants halfway down his thighs. Jiang Cheng grabs the pale, round flesh and squeezes, digs his fingertips in, making the Nie Huaisang yelp.

Hand still splayed over supple skin, Jiang Cheng lets his thumb stroke between his cheeks to the flared head of the jade plugging Huaisang’s ass. It feels cool against his skin as he circles his thumb along the edge. Nie Huaisang has gone still, waiting.

“Here, use this…” he murmurs, shoving something back at Jiang Cheng with his right hand. Jiang Cheng can’t help the low, dangerous laugh that escapes as he takes the small vial of oil. Of course Nie Huaisang is prepared.

Jiang Cheng rubs oil on Nie Huaisang’s rim, around the jade plug, before slowly easing it out. As it slips out, a slow trickle of cum leaks from Nie Huaisang’s hole and down the inside of his thigh.

Jiang Cheng’s dick has been at least half hard all morning, and the sight makes it swell almost painfully. He ignores it for now, instead leaning down to lick at the trickle of his own semen making its way halfway down Nie Huaisang’s thigh. Huaisang’s leg shifts as he lets out a soft gasp, so Jiang Cheng grabs and holds it steady as he licks up the sticky, wet trail, pausing here and there to nip at the soft white skin.

When he reaches Nie Huaisang‘s ass, Jiang Cheng pulls away just long enough to grab his cheeks and spread them. He then leans in again, licking between them until he reaches Nie Huaisang’s hole, which he circles with his tongue, lapping up any leaking cum while Huaisang squirms and moans at the onslaught.

“Wanyin!” Nie Huaisang cries out, pushing his ass back as Jiang Cheng finally licks into him.

Nie Huaisang can hardly think through the sensation of Jiang Cheng’s tongue on him, at times tense and stiff, pushing in, at times soft, lapping at the sensitive skin of his rim. It becomes more and more of a struggle to hold himself up, forearms braced against the table, back arched as Jiang Cheng’s hands hold his ass up and spread it open. Nie Huaisang’s cock is so hard, curving up and bouncing against his stomach and his bunched up robes, but Nie Huaisang will not take himself in hand. He wants to come from Jiang Cheng’s touch alone.

His moans and cries grow increasingly desperate, and he starts pleading incoherently. Perhaps this is what finally makes Jiang Cheng reach around and wrap a hand around Nie Huaisang’s leaking cock, squeezing a little and rubbing the pad of his thumb on the pre-cum at his slit before he starts stroking, his hand firm, faster than the tongue that continues to eat him out relentlessly until Nie Huaisang can’t take it and comes, shaking, into Jiang Cheng’s hand.

His arms won’t support him anymore and buckle under his torso, but Jiang Cheng is still holding him up. He pulls his tongue away and straightens, but he isn’t finished with Nie Huaisang.

Jiang Cheng holds Nie Huaisang up with one hand at his hip as he pours some of the oil onto the small on his back and then rubs his fingers in it. He trails those slick fingers over the curve of his ass and back to where his tongue was fucking into him barely a minute ago. Nie Huaisang’s hole is relaxed from being eaten out and from being stretched by the jade plug all morning, and takes two fingers easily. Jiang Cheng curves those fingers just so inside him, rubbing against his prostate. Nie Huaisang groans loud and broken, wrecked from overstimulation.

This particular torture doesn’t last very long. Jiang Cheng pulls his fingers out, making Nie Huaisang whine weakly at the loss. Jiang Cheng slaps his ass once lightly in response. The next thing Nie Huaisang feels is Jiang Cheng’s erect cock, rubbing over the skin of his ass before the head presses against his hole.

“I… I don’t know if I can, Wanyin… please, it’s too much,” he whimpers, even as he pushes his ass back against that hot, hard dick, feeling it breach the ring of muscle. His words fade into incoherence.

“Shh… Huaisang, it’s fine,” Jiang Cheng tells him, his low voice unusually gentle as Nie Huaisang’s whines continue. “Don’t you want me to fill you up again?”

“Yes!” Huaisang gasps, grinding back, meeting Jiang Cheng’s long, slow thrust. “Please Wanyin, I want…”

“Want what?” Jiang Cheng asks, his voice a punched out groan as he pushes all the way in, his balls flush against Huaisang’s skin.

“Want… ” Nie Huaisang sobs, tears springing to his eyes. He’s so overstimulated he can hardly form words.

“What, Huaisang?” Jiang Cheng’s voice is strained as he holds himself still.

“I… to go back… full of your… your cum…”

“Fuck,” Jiang Cheng groans, pelvis jerking forward, fingers digging into Nie Huaisang’s hips. “Fuck, Huaisang…”

He stops talking and pulls halfway out before thrusting back in. He sets a grueling pace. With each thrust, Nie Huaisang is slammed up against the table, the edge digging into the top of his thighs. His breath hitches as he keeps sobbing and begging, with Jiang Cheng leaning over him, kissing and sucking at the back of his neck, the crook of his shoulders.

Eventually, Jiang Cheng feels heat pool in his balls and he pulls his lips away from the back of Nie Huaisang’s neck. He stands up straight as he grips Huaisang’s hips hard enough to bruise and uses the grip to pull them back to meet his thrusts. The hard pace he’d managed to control until then becomes increasingly desperate and brutal while Nie Huaisang struggles to hold himself up on his elbows, toes searching for purchase and simply scrapping at the floor uselessly.

Jiang Cheng pulls Nie Huaisang’s hips back as he slams in one final time before he shudders, moaning Nie Huaisang’s name as he comes. Huaisang grabs uselessly at the smooth wood beneath his fingers, gasping through choked sobs as he’s overwhelmed by the sensation of Jiang Cheng’s dick pulsing and spurting inside him. This morning, Jiang Cheng had been relaxed from sleep and had already come once from the blowjob before coming inside him. But now, Jiang Cheng has been half-hard for hours, and there is so much more cum filling Huaisang up than earlier.

Without pulling out, Jiang Cheng keeps rocking into Nie Huaisang, spurting cum inside him while the rhythm gradually slows. Eventually he stills, spent, his cock finally going soft inside Huaisang. Jiang Cheng leans forward and nuzzles his face against the crook of Nie Huaisang’s neck, lips ghosting over his skin as he whispers, “Don’t move yet.”

He takes care to pull his dick out slowly. Some cum inevitably trickles out as he does, but he’s ready and replaces the jade plug, working it inside Huaisang as gently as he can. It slips in easily enough after their exertions, although Nie Huaisang makes a little gasp, then moans and squirms a little as it settles inside. Jiang Cheng grins, squeezing Huaisang’s ass briefly before pulling Nie Huaisang upright against him, holding him up with his arms across his chest and waist.

As his breath slows, Nie Huaisang turns his face to the side, and Jiang Cheng immediately kisses him, slow and lingering.

“All filled up again,” Jiang Cheng murmurs, grinning against his lips. “Let’s see if you can make it last until after the banquet.”

Nie Huaisang’s laugh is still a little breathless. “I’m not sure my cultivation is up to it. You may have to check again to make sure I don’t need some more.”

“As much as the Chief Cultivator requires,” Jiang Cheng replies.

This discussion conference is turning out a lot better than he expected.