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The incident leading up to this current predicament happened about a week ago. Mo Ran had fallen sick, something unusual given his cultivation level and his natural constitution, but it left him nearly delirious with fever and almost on the edge of having a qi deviation. Chu Wanning had spent the entire night trying to bring down his fever and checking his pulse, worried out of his mind.
Of course, the first thing Mo Ran would have done after he recovered would’ve been to apologize Chu Wanning for making him go through that, before spoiling him rotten as much as his skittish Shizun would allow him to do. That was before Mo Ran turned around in bed, only to realize that the person next to him wasn’t his beautiful Wanning, but an equally stunned ex-emperor of the cultivation world staring right back.
It had been chaotic, at least the first day, with the three of them unused to having both of Mo Ran’s souls present at the same time, and Taxian-jun being… Well, himself, but they managed to reach some kind of proper cohabitation in a short time.
Today, it was Mo Ran’s turn to go down the mountain for supplies, since the last time Taxian-jun went he made a mess Mo Ran was the one tasked to clean up later. He’s okay with being the one to do their groceries, even if having to be apart from Chu Wanning hurts him even as much as the other clingy dog in their house, and he’s not talking about Goutou. But Mo Ran enjoys visiting the morning market and picking up the freshest vegetables and the best looking pieces of meat to bring home, just so he can cook a perfect dish for his Shizun. And he also likes talking to the people in the village who keep him informed about the latest news and the kids that always surround him, asking their tall gege to throw them in the air.
But what he loves the most is going back to their little cottage, even when that means seeing Taxian-jun again. Mo Ran has gotten more and more used to that side of him, accepting in a way that the other still struggles with, but that doesn’t mean that he enjoys looking at his own face —paler and slightly thinner— with a smirk on while Taxian-jun gropes Chu Wanning in front of him. If they had been competing before, a competition that was mostly driven by Taxian-jun’s jealousy about the amount of time Mo Ran spends with their wife, now it has turned into something worse when they have to actively share Chu Wanning’s attention.
Still, they’ve managed a compromise, more or less.
When he opens the door, their house is already filled with soft, sweet noises and the sound of skin slapping against skin, wet and heady. “I’m back!” He announces, receiving a louder gasp in response, followed by a thump of the headboard against the wall.
At least, they’ve reached the bed this time. The other day Taxian-jun was too impatient and took Chu Wanning against their dinner table; the stains left there made Mo Ran believe it would be easier to build a new one from scratch rather than trying to clean it.
As he walks towards the kitchen, the sound of his footsteps against the wooden floor gets swallowed by the moans and cries coming from the other room, Chu Wanning’s voice broken and high pitched as he softly sobs “Mo Ran, Mo Ran…” almost uncontrollably, begging for more or to stop, or maybe both. Taxian-jun must be saying something as well, whispering dirty words into Chu Wanning’s blushed ears, but Mo Ran can’t hear it from here, and perhaps that’s for the better; he has never liked how the other side of him insists on treating Chu Wanning on bed, and how his Shizun seems to enjoy it in that shy, reluctant way of his.
He chooses to focus on Chu Wanning’s sweet noises instead, his muffled moans and hitching mewls when he can’t keep quiet anymore, and Mo Ran finds himself straining against his pants in no time, imagining what kind of expression his baobei must be making right now. Would he have his beautiful phoenix eyes closed in bliss, tears clinging to his long eyelashes as he bites down his lips in a useless attempt to hold back his loud sounds? Or would he be forced to stare back at Taxian-jun’s face, a hand holding his jaw or around his neck to make sure he can’t look away, red bitten lips open as he sobs each time the other thrusts into him?
Mo Ran quickly stores everything in place, although more rushed and messier than usual, before moving to their bedroom. The first thing he notices when he enters is, of course, Chu Wanning, because his eyes will always search for the older man wherever he goes. His Shizun is laying over his back, legs spread wide open and over Taxian-jun’s arms as he gets fucked without a break, moans dragged deep form his throat whenever Taxian-jun bottoms out, pushing the entire length of his cock each time. Taxian-jun is too engrossed talking nonsensical filth to Chu Wanning, biting on his sensitive earlobes and groping at every inch of skin available to touch, to even notice Mo Ran is back already. But Chu Wanning, even while being mercilessly fucked like this and with his eyes filled with tears, still seems to see Mo Ran standing near the doorway and reaches a hand in his direction, pleading him to come closer.
With long strides, Mo Ran walks until he can kneel down next to him, taking Chu Wanning’s shaky hand between his own, kissing at his fingers and then his palm, before pressing it to his face and nuzzling against it. Even if it’s only his hand, it still carries that floral scent that makes Mo Ran’s hard cock twitch inside his pants; the entire room smells like him and sex, heady and pungent, another evidence that they must have been going for a long time, maybe ever since Mo Ran went out this morning.
“You look so beautiful like this, baobei,” Mo Ran whispers, leaving another kiss. It would be better if he was the one fucking Chu Wanning right now, taking his lips between his own as he pushes their bodies impossibly closer. “I missed you.”
The moment Chu Wanning is about to say something back, Taxian-jun moves his hand so he can pinch Chu Wanning’s clit between his fingers, leaning down to bite at his nipples and effectively turning whatever words Chu Wanning was going to speak into a babbling sob. “Fuck off, mutt, and stop distracting Wanning from this venerable one,” Taxian-jun growls, a dog defending his territory as his hips keep moving, glaring at Mo Ran all the while with his teeth still marking over Chu Wanning’s skin. His scowl morphs into a smug smirk, the same one he always has when he has an idea, and Taxian-jun’s ideas don’t tend to end well for the man beneath him. “Or maybe you could take his mouth, it seems like it needs a cock inside too.”
“Mo Weiyu!” Chu Wanning exclaims, eyebrows furrowed and face flushed even more, as if he was not yet used to his husband’s dirty mouth. Mo Ran might try to hold back the beast lurking inside him, but neither of them was any better by now, really, so Chu Wanning shouldn’t be so surprised by this.
“Did you like that, Wanning?” Taxian-jun asks, laughing as he picks up the pace. “You’re tightening so much around this venerable one. What a slut, not wanting any hole of yours to go empty.”
Mo Ran huffs at the other’s words, dropping a last kiss to Chu Wanning’s sweaty forehead before stepping away to take off his clothes and join them. There’s a wet spot over his underwear when he pushes his pants down, right where his erection has been straining against the fabric ever since he walked into their house and heard Chu Wanning’s sounds as he was getting fucked.
When he turns around again, as naked as the other two, he realizes that Taxian-jun was unfortunately right, and unless they move Chu Wanning so he can get his ass ready, slightly loose after the previous night, there’s only his mouth free. His arms are unbound and ready, but they might be too limp and weak after enduring this sweet torment for hours to work well enough to give Mo Ran a handjob. Either way, Chu Wanning’s mouth is always good, even with his still inexperienced moves and clumsy skills that only serve to drive Mo Ran crazier, and especially when he’s just like this, his lips parted in an endless stream of moans as Taxian-jun pounds into his wet cunt, inhibitions lost as he drools around Mo Ran’s cock while he tries and fails not to choke.
Yet the more he stares at the couple in bed, their ragged breaths and harsh movements, Chu Wanning’s teary face and Taxian-jun’s ravenous hands exploring the other’s flushed skin, the more another idea starts to grow in his mind, and Mo Ran ends up following through it before he can think twice about it. He takes the vial of oil they keep by the nightstand for moments just like this one, pouring some of it over his long fingers as he walks closer to the other two, both too absorbed into their own world to notice his unusual actions.
This time around, Mo Ran doesn’t warm the sticky liquid in his hands like he does whenever he uses it with Chu Wanning, aware of his baobei’s aversion to the cold and wanting to make him enjoy it to the fullest whenever they have sex. Instead, he stands behind Taxian-jun, who is leaning down to paint Chu Wanning’s body with bites and bruises, a perfect position for Mo Ran to slip one single finger inside his ass.
“What the—! The hell are you doing, you fucking dog?!” Taxian-jun all but growls, putting his hands away from Chu Wanning for a moment to try and push Mo Ran away. But Taxian-jun had returned in his body from the past, and although the emperor might have been an intimidating presence to anyone else, looming over them, he doesn’t have the same effect on Mo Ran, who is bigger and stronger. “Did you go blind? I’m not Wanning, keep your dirty paws away from this venerable one.”
Mo Ran, of course, does nothing of the sort, nor is he moved by Taxian-jun’s attempts to kick him away, mostly because he can hold his ground just fine, and partially because the old emperor is too reticent to pull out from Chu Wanning to fight him properly.
“Are you sure you want me to move? You’re tightening so much around my finger, your majesty, almost as much as Wanning does,” Mo Ran laughs, pressing his finger further and not giving Taxian-jun the time to accommodate to the intrusion. “Not as good as him, of course, but I didn’t know your body was so eager for it.”
Taxian-jun still tries his best to get him off his back, but Mo Ran doesn’t relent his assault. With all this back and forth, Taxian-jun’s cock presses against a spot inside Chu Wanning that has the older man sobbing, but the lack of friction and movement makes him open his reddened eyes to glare at the other two above him. “Mo Ran, stop wasting time.”
Trembling legs wrap themselves around Taxian-jun’s waist, pushing him forwards and almost making him stumble down the bed. Mo Ran’s breath hitches, mouth watering as it always does when he is allowed to see this side of Chu Wanning, as wanton and desperate for his touch as Mo Ran is.
Taxian-jun must be on a similar state than he is, they’re the same person after all, so it takes him a while before he finds his voice. “Wanning, that dog—”
Grabbing Taxian-jun’s hip with his free hand, dropping a soft caress against Chu Wanning’s calf while he’s on there, Mo Ran starts guiding Taxian-jun into fucking Chu Wanning. “Hadn’t you heard him? You should keep going, or he will get too impatient.”
His Shizun tries to throw him a deathly glare from where he is, but the effect is diminished with how red his face looks and the fact that he had, just now, proven that he was getting too restless without Taxian-jun’s cock moving in and out of him. He seems ready to deny those accusations, but Mo Ran takes the moment he opens those bitten lips to control Taxian-jun’s movements, turning any protest into a loud gasp.
All the while, Taxian-jun still tries his best to get him off his back, but Mo Ran doesn’t stop, forcing him to fuck into Chu Wanning and then pushing him back against his finger, until it reaches as deep as possible. He shoves another one in no time, forcing that tight entrance to open up under his ministrations; Mo Ran doesn’t even bother looking for his prostate, making him feel the stretch of his fingers with too little oil and too rough movements, until Taxian-jun’s breath starts to grow ragged, and Mo Ran knows it’s not only from the effort of fucking Chu Wanning for so long.
“I can’t believe you’re liking this, the mighty Taxian-jun reduced to a mess just by my fingers alone,” he moves them then, pressing firmly against his prostate.
“Fuck!” Taxian-jun curses, his back covered in sweat and his body trembling minutely. Mo Ran knows what Taxian-jun’s signs are, because he can recognize them in himself as well, and he can tell the other had almost come just from that alone.
It shouldn’t be this exciting, doing something like this with someone who isn’t Chu Wanning, having the man himself just a few steps away from him, but Mo Ran finds himself enjoying this perhaps more than he should.
“Are you trying to ask me to fuck you?” He keeps the pressure with his fingers, until Taxian-jun has to bite down his lips to keep his ever-running mouth shut down, only to not give Mo Ran the satisfaction to hear how affected he is by all this.
And it’s not a surprise that Chu Wanning seems to enjoy it too, liking the fast and sharp pace Mo Ran makes them follow, if his moans getting louder and his legs losing all strength are anything to go by. Turned on by his baobei’s addictive noises, Mo Ran takes out his fingers from Taxian-jun’s ass, wrapping them around his erection instead, painful now after being ignored all this time.
He doesn’t wait anymore, holding his cock with one hand and Taxian-jun’s hips with the other as he pushes forwards. It’s obvious he hasn’t prepared Taxian-jun’s virgin ass enough for his size, and the oil has considerably dried up by now, but he doesn’t stop until his dick is completely buried up to the base, being squeezed so tightly it almost hurts.
Mo Ran reaches down, beyond Taxian-jun’s slightly trembling body, until he can hold one of Chu Wanning’s hands, intertwining their fingers together. This would be far better if it was Chu Wanning’s ass he was inside of, pushing sweet cries out of him whenever he moves, but Mo Ran realizes he can do it as well now, and he gives Taxian-jun no time to prepare before he pushes his hips back and then snaps them forwards, aiming for his prostate.
“Ngh—” Taxian-jun makes a pained sound, bordering on a ragged groan as he keeps himself upright by holding on Chu Wanning’s waist, his grip bruising. “What do you think you’re doing, you fucking slut?”
“I am the slut here? You’re the one who can’t let go of my cock, I can barely move with how hard you’re clenching around me.”
Mo Ran doesn’t bother arguing anymore and instead shuts up any protests Taxian-jun might be ready to bite out by moving again, settling at a fast pace from the go. Each time he bottoms out, Taxian-jun moves forwards, his cock pushing as far as it can go inside Chu Wanning’s pussy, and Mo Ran drags him with him whenever he pulls back, essentially controlling the pace at which the other is fucking Chu Wanning. Like this, is almost as if he was the one inside the older man, he can feel Chu Wanning squeezing his hand whenever they move, his moans mingling with Taxian-jun’s grunts and Mo Ran’s own rough breath.
When his cock pushes against Taxian-jun’s prostate, the man lets out a high-pitched noise Mo Ran didn’t know he was capable of making. He opens his eyes at the sound, but the only thing he can see is Taxian-jun’s pale neck, flushed now and asking for a bite, and if he looks beyond that, he can see Chu Wanning.
His Wanning looks devastating like this, fucked out and still craving more, his eyes reddened around the edges and his bitten lips parted in an endless stream of cries and pleas. But what Mo Ran notices is that the entranced look on his face is due to Taxian-jun’s reactions, the expression he must have and the noises he makes as Mo Ran fucks into him.
One of his hands grabs around Taxian-jun’s hair, pulling at the strands and forcing him to stare at Chu Wanning. Mo Ran can’t see how Taxian-jun actually looks like right now, but he can watch Chu Wanning’s response to it, how his eyes widen and his breath hitches, the blush over his cheeks turning all the more enticing.
“Wanning, do you like this?” Mo Ran groans, his hips snapping forward mercilessly now, his grip around Taxian-jun’s hair turning tighter and making the other let a moan fall from his lips, followed by another obscenity. “Do you like to watch as he gets fucked?”
Chu Wanning doesn’t say anything, just more of those noises he can’t hold back anymore, but that’s just enough confirmation for the other two men to know he does like that. It might be the way Mo Ran keeps pounding into him, aiming for his prostate relentlessly, the sharp pull around the back of his hair or the humiliation at being watched by Chu Wanning, the man that has always been under his control, as he receives the same treatment, but Mo Ran feels Taxian-jun tightening obscenely around him. At the same time, he hears the loud gasp Chu Wanning lets out as Taxian-jun starts to come, filling him up until it begins to drip out of his pussy, white cum mixed with his own slick running down onto the sheets.
Mo Ran has to hold himself back from a moment, the pressure around his cock is good, not as much as when he’s inside Chu Wanning’s tight cunt, but enough for him after being pent-up for so long. His fingers release their hold around Taxian-jun’s hair, and the other man almost slumps into Chu Wanning’s body under him, hiding his face in the crook of his husband’s neck.
“We’re not done yet,” Mo Ran growls, picking up the pace again while holding Taxian-jun’s hips, not letting him rest from his recent orgasm. “Wanning still hasn’t come yet, are you going to leave him like that?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Taxian-jun holds his weight over his forearms, breathing against Chu Wanning’s mouth before taking his lips into a bruising kiss.
He tries to control the rhythm himself, but his efforts are all in vain. Mo Ran keeps hitting on his prostate dead-on, and his grip is too strong for Taxian-jun to go against it no matter how much he tries.
Chu Wanning has long reached that point where he grows more shameless, even if he hasn’t gotten used yet to having both sides of his lover at the same time with him, he still wants all Mo Ran can offer him, and as he feel Taxian-jun growing harder again inside him, he throws his arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. He isn’t kissing Mo Ran, but he still can see the way Chu Wanning’s eyebrows furrow with both determination and pleasure, his clumsy movements before Taxian-jun takes control of the kiss again and makes him moan against his ravenous lips.
Mo Ran feels his own climax approaching, wishing it was him who was sinking into Chu Wanning’s wet warm and sucking on those soft and thin lips, but the best he can do is push into Taxian-jun’s faster, making those thrusts hit that spot inside Chu Wanning that will have him seeing stars.
And it’s Chu Wanning who ends up coming first, breaking up his kiss with Taxian-jun so he can throw his head back and scream, back sinfully arching against the mattress. Driven by that sight, Mo Ran groans, biting down on the side of Taxian-jun’s neck as he feels the other tightening around him before he starts to come as well, his hips thrusting forwards to keep pushing his release as deep as possible.
It all ends with the three of them lying over their bed, bodies sticky with sweat and tired, but Mo Ran knows it won’t be long before they’re up for it again, a single brush against Chu Wanning’s skin enough to send the blood down to his cock in no time. But for now, he rests against their mattress, too small for their current situation, and takes deep breaths.
Of course, peace can never last for long when you share a house with the erstwhile proclaimed emperor of the cultivation world.
“You mutt. How dare you do that to this venerable one? Just wait until—!”
Taxian-jun is far too loud for Mo Ran to stand him any other moment of the day, much less when he’s supposed to be basking in bliss and nuzzling against Chu Wanning, peppering kisses over his bruises and sliding his hands over the strong yet delicate planes of his body, so he leans down to take that running mouth against his own.
“Shut up,” he growls between kisses. It feels different from kissing Chu Wanning, not only the shape of his lips and the taste of his mouth is different, but Taxian-jun of course doesn’t submit as easily, or at all, trying to bite Mo Ran’s lips and later his tongue when he pushes it inside. “Why are you acting all tough when you were moaning around my cock just a moment ago? You liked it.”
Mo Ran pushes him back against the bed, he’s really not that interested in Taxian-jun, but he keeps stealing glances at Chu Wanning’s face, his usually composed expression nowhere to be found, softened with the force of his orgasm and making his feelings all the more obvious, and so he knows that his baobei is really interested in what’s happening, even if he wants some of the attention for himself as well.
And Mo Ran always wants to spoil his Wanning rotten, even about this.