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"So, A-Yuan," Shen Jiu drawled as he stalked forward. "You must have noticed how Qi-ge keeps looking at you."
What? Shen Yuan could not ask for clarification before Shen Jiu had reached him, pressing close to his body, backing him into the wall. His eyes glinted ominously.
Shen Yuan cleared his throat. "What do you mean?"
He looked at him the way Shen Jiu did, so what was wrong with that? Protective brotherly feelings, and all that?
"Don't deny it, he looks at you like he wants to devour you."
Oh. So it was that part of Jiu-ge he recognized in him.
Shen Yuan's breath hitched as he felt warm lips tracing over his neck. "I hadn't noticed."
Shen Jiu pulled back a bit, just enough to look him in the eyes. Amusement danced at the edges of his mouth. "That's not exactly a surprise, but good to hear."
He leaned forward, low voice whispering right in his ear. "Do you want him, A-Yuan? Do you wish it was him here instead of me?"
"I — no, ahh," Shen Yuan let out a moan as long fingers pulled his robes over his shoulders, baring his chest to the cold air. "I think of him as my brother."
Jiu-ge raised an eyebrow and nipped at his shoulder, gently sucking to add another hickey to the large collection already gracing his skin from last night. "Somehow, didi, I don't think that is the same refutation it would be for anyone else," he said lightly.
Shen Yuan scowled at him, desperately trying not to react to the hand moving down his back, down to his hips and onwards. "I don't want him, though. You are enough for me, always have been."
Shen Jiu briefly froze, then continued on as if nothing had happened. Still, his grip had tightened around Shen Yuan's upper thigh, and a red tint had appeared on his ears. "It's alright if you want him here though."
Ah, his brother was so mercurial. So it was alright to want him, but only if he didn't want him? Start making sense, would you?
Shen Yuan was about to insist again that really, Jiu-ge was all he had ever wanted, when a thought occured to him.
"Jiu-ge..." He laid a hand on Jiu-ge's, still pressed warm and tight around his thigh. "I don't know if I want him. I honestly never considered it. But it sounds like..." He hesitated.
"It sounds like maybe you do. Want him, that is."
Jiu-ge's head flew up, shoulders pulled tight and defensive.
"And that's alright!" Shen Yuan immediately added. Shen Jiu's wary position did not change. "I mean, Qi-ge is not exactly unattractive. And he is so warm and safe, and I know he really cares about both of us, and he..." He flushed red.
Shen Jiu narrowed in on this, ever so eager to focus on Shen Yuan's vulnerabilities rather than his own. Shen Yuan let him.
"And he?" Shen Jiu said fake-lazily. "What is it, A-Yuan?"
He only reddened further. "He has very nice hands."
So what if Qi-ge had very nice hands! It was perfectly normal to notice that kind of stuff! Those broad palms and calloused long fingers, steady and strong but still tender, to be used to fight and win one moment yet still achingly gentle whenever they touched him, and alright, so maybe Shen Yuan did have a bit of a thing for them.
Shen Jiu looked delighted at this confession, not even bothered in the slightest at what Shen Yuan accidentally implied with it.
"He does have nice hands, doesn't he?" Shen Jiu purred. "Wouldn't you like those hands to touch you here?" He reached with one hand to hold Shen Yuan's bottom.
"Or what about here?" He slid the hand on his thigh inwards, and Shen Yuan's breath stuttered at the touch.
"And maybe even... here?" He cupped Shen Yuan's cock through his robes, already half-hard even without any touch.
Shen Yuan hissed. "Yeah yeah, you made your point, you bastard." He reached out and gripped his brother's shoulders. "Now, he's not here yet. You are."
Shen Jiu grinned, smug as ever. "And I'll take full responsibility, didi," he crooned. "Don't worry, big brother is here. I'll take care of you."
He leaned forward into a kiss, his lips burning hot against Shen Yuan's own. The hand on his backside rubbed tiny circles into his skin, pulling him ever so much closer. Jiu-ge took the final step forward, closing any distance between them to slot his hips against his own.
It was very clearly not only Shen Yuan who was interested here.
He gasped at the grinding motions, delicious friction still not enough, not with all those layers of robes between them.
Shen Yuan pawed at his brother's robes, unable to remove those fiddly ties in his desperation.
Jiu-ge laughed huskily into his mouth. "Calm down, A-Yuan." His hand, previously on his cock, had already been removed so they could slot themselves closer. It now easily took care of those godawful ties and buttons, letting Shen Yuan pull off his Jiu-ge's robes to reveal a lean body, tall and pale, only just different enough to make their similarities even more striking.
Jiu-ge was older than him, only just a few years. It was he who had named him, who had ensured he would have an actual name rather than just a number, who had been there for him as long as he had lived. Who had kept him alive even as his sickly nature struggled with the cold and sickness of the streets. He was his first memory, his source of comfort in their harsh early lives, and his voice of support in the new and strange environment of Qing Jing Peak.
Jiu-ge had always been central in every last part of his life — why would this be any different?
Sometime during his rumination Jiu-ge had pulled off his robes as well, leave them both naked to the cold air in their bamboo house. Shen Yuan unconsciously shivered a bit.
Of course Jiu-ge with his hawk's eye saw, and he pulled and pushed and prodded, manoeuvring him through the doorway, making him blindly step backward until his knees hit the edge of their bed. A final push was enough for Shen Yuan to destabilize, sprawling back onto their mattress.
Jiu-ge crawled forward on his knees, legs slotted on either side of his body. His hands gripped Shen Yuan's own, pulling them upwards and settling them above his head, his brother's grip tight and unyielding. Though he was as great a Cultivator as his brother, he knew there was no getting out of his grip.
(Sure, he could escape if he tried, but why would he?)
One hand stayed unmoving, clasped securely around his wrists, as the other inspected his body. After so many years together no part of his body was foreign to the other, yet still every time his brother took a perverse joy in getting to know it as if it were their first time again.
And, like always, his exploratory touches were enough to drive Shen Yuan mad within minutes. He strained as he pulled at his brother's tight grasp, only half hoping he would be released so he could touch the other as well.
"Not today, A-Yuan," Jiu-ge hummed. "Today you're for me and me alone, to do with as I wish."
He bended over to confess, "Though truly, if I have to share you with someone, Qi-ge would be it. He'll treat you right. Oh, imagine the sight you two would make." He sighed dramatically. "I almost can't wait."
You can't wait?! Who was the one being tortured right now, ha?
Jiu-ge kissed his frown away. Finally, finally he moved to the good part as he stroked his cock once, twice — then stopped again. Shen Yuan couldn't help but let out a whine.
Shen Jiu chuckled, but obediently showed his hand, a half-empty bottle of oil held within his grasp. He wiggled it teasingly.
"Wait just a little longer, didi. We'll get there yet."
Shen Yuan laid back complacently as Shen Jiu stepped off him so he could better reach him. It would not do to start whining and begging this early — he had long learned that Jiu-ge enjoyed it so much that it'd take forever before they moved on to the best part.
Shen Jiu did not remove the hand pinning his wrists to the bed at any point in time — not as he opened the bottle, nor as he spread the oil over his fingers, or even when he finally, finally slid a finger inside.
Shen Yuan could not help the gasp he let out at the cold touch. Freezing, Jiu-ge! Why must your hands be this cold!
(Would Qi-ge's hands be cold as they touched him like this, he couldn't help but wonder. They always felt so warm when they reached for him, but he had known no other hands than his brother's to touch him in this way. Maybe everyone's hands just felt cold when every part of you was bared to the air.)
It was not long before he was straining against Jiu-ge's grasp again, testing his strong grip as he bucked off the mattress.
"Come on," he whined. "That's enough, Jiu-ge."
Shen Jiu raised an eyebrow, cool as can be, looking remarkably unbothered. It was a lie, Shen Yuan knew that, had the very evidence of it pressing against his hip, but the sight still stole something from him. His breath, perhaps. Maybe his hope that Jiu-ge would be gentle this time.
Don't tell him this was one of those days where he wanted to draw it out until there were tears in Shen Yuan's eyes, until there was not a single thought in his head that wasn't occupied by his brother. Shen Yuan didn't think he could do that today — he just wanted, and wanted it now.
In one sharp movement, Shen Yuan twisted free of Jiu-ge's grasp, turning around and with some clever fingerwork, seating himself right on his cock.
"You brat," Shen Jiu said, delighted.
Shen Yuan laughed. "You made all those promises earlier, who would I be if I didn't keep you to them?"
"Alright then," Shen Jiu said as he settled his hands on Shen Yuan's waist. "If you wanted it your way so badly, then why don't you do it yourself?"
What? No! He was far too lazy for this. Riding Jiu-ge was always a lot of fun, and felt great for the both of them, but always left his hips and thighs exhausted before long.
"Nah," Shen Yuan said, and he flopped forward, going boneless. He stiffled a whine at the shift of Jiu-ge's cock in him at the movement. Not the time. "You said you'd take care of me, remember?"
Shen Jiu lightly nipped his shoulder in reprimand. "I can sit here all day, A-Yuan. It's no hardship for me to wait until you feel like moving."
No, not with a pretty young thing on your lap, hah? But Shen Yuan had always been stubborn, and he was sure he could outlast his brother.
For a while, they just breathed together, calm and at peace. Neither of them moved, only the rise and fall of their chests keeping them from looking like statues.
It would have been no different from their usual cuddling, if it were not for the miles of bare pale skin and the cock still filling Shen Yuan up, twitching slightly were it was burried deep within him.
Shen Yuan mouthed at the neck right under his mouth. It wasn't really moving, so it didn't count, he decided. But for all it's simplicity, it was effective, because Shen Yuan could feel his brother have to try harder and harder to keep himself from moving. At one particular lap of his tongue, accompanied by a soft moaning sound, he could even feel his Jiu-ge's hips stutter.
"Please, gege?" Shen Yuan finally begged. "You are always so good to me. Just once more?"
And that did it, for Jiu-ge thrust his hips up in one smooth movement, driving his cock up further than Shen Yuan thought possible.
Shen Yuan's startled moan was broken off by the repeating thrusts, by the hands drawing him up only to pull him down hard, by the constant pleasant sensations bombarding him.
Shen Jiu lifted him like he weighed nothing, like it cost him no effort at all to set a punishing rythm of movement. Steady and constant and never-stopping and god it felt so good.
He felt the warmth filling him up moments before he came himself, in a rush of heat and pleasure and a low moan right in his ear.
Shen Yuan almost collapsed from the suddenness, but was held up by the same steady hands that had just moved him so easily.
"No, A-Yuan," a voice breathed in his ear. "You wanted this so desperately, remember? And I promised I'd take care of you. We aren't done yet."
May the gods have mercy on him, because Jiu-ge certainly won't.