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Everything was far, far too hot. That was the first thing that Xue Meng noticed upon rejoining the world of the waking. He was groggy, vision blurry as he sat up in an unfamiliar bed. Where… was he? A hand reached across him to feel at his forehead.
Eh?
The feeling of another person’s skin on his own had him shivering. It was way too hot in here.
Glazed dark blue eyes moved to meet with a cold pair of blue-green ones. Ah, Mei HanXue. The day was starting to come back to him. Before this… wherever this was, they’d been investigating some hauntings at a nearby village. After that… admittedly Xue Meng couldn’t remember.
“Where…?” Xue Meng trailed off, distracted by Mei HanXue’s attempt to prevent him from getting up.
The hand that had been previously checking his temperature had moved to stop Xue Meng, a firm hand on his shoulder.
“Just relax for now, you’re burning up,” he said evenly, his eyes glimmering with a concern that Xue Meng had missed at first glance.
That… made sense. Xue Meng felt like he was boiling under the covers. That hand on his shoulder wasn’t helping him any, either. In fact, it felt as though his nerve endings in that area were scorching, that heat from Mei HanXue’s palm spreading to the rest of his body and making sweat start to bead at his temples. But ducking away from the point of contact didn’t feel like an option either, somehow. It was painful. It pained him to be touched, pained him to consider pulling away. He shifted uncomfortably under the covers.
“What happened?” It was better to try and distract himself than to focus on the haze that had rested in his head, behind his eyes.
“A malevolent spirit blindsided you with a blast of yin energy,” Mei HanXue explained simply. “You were out cold, so we took you to the closest inn.”
Oh. Judging by the light cast into the room, it’d been a few hours since then, at least, with it being afternoon now as opposed to morning. Xue Meng probably should’ve registered such a thing before now, and likely would’ve, had it not been for the heavy blanket of cotton wrapping around his thoughts, muddling his senses. He was almost tempted to try and fall back asleep, but that felt nearly impossible with the burning sensation that was igniting at his insides.
“Thanks,” he mumbled embarrassedly, unsure of what exactly to say. He squirmed again, trying and failing to find a position that alleviated the flaring heat under his skin.
That's when he felt it, a wetness between his thighs. Gasping in surprise, he reached between his legs to feel… a flatness? What could be wrong down there, that it felt so different than normal? But touching it seemed like a mistake, with how his hips bucked almost unwillingly back against his hand, even through all the layers of clothing. What was wrong with him? What was happening?
Was he… still asleep? Based on how hot and hazy everything felt, Xue Meng honestly believed he could be. It could explain a lot of what was happening, too. Besides, it was nicer to believe something like that than to try and explain his current conundrum to the man before him.
Subconsciously, he once again pressed his fingers against the barren, bulge-lacking plane between his legs, unable to keep himself from writhing at the sensation.
From beside him, a deeper voice clearing his throat brought Xue Meng back to himself. “Ziming, are you further unwell?”
“I,” Xue Meng swallowed. “I think I’m injured? It hurts to touch but it hurts not to. I-I don’t know what could be happening down there.”
Mei HanXue wastes little time in leaning forward to reach under the covers and feel where Xue Meng’s hand had been touching for himself. He freezes. Xue Meng moans.
Far beyond embarrassed, Xue Meng tries to cover up for the involuntary noise by rushing out a question. “U-Um, is it bad?”
Mei HanXue coughed again, pulling his hand away as if he’d been burned. Where he’d been sitting beside the bed prior, he got to his feet to flip the covers off of Xue Meng’s body. His eyes did not leave the space between Xue Meng’s legs.
The exposure did little to soothe the inferno that had spread through him. The lack of contact on him now did the opposite.
“I know you’re not great with medicine or anything, but your reaction isn’t helping right now! If you know something, you should say so! It’s kinda messed up not to!” Xue Meng barked, trying not to let nervousness seep into his tone.
His panicked questions seemed to fall on deaf ears, however, as Mei HanXue reached his hand out once more, this time feeling at the space between Xue Meng’s legs in clear view of both of them. Through his pants, a dampness could be seen. And that damned aforementioned flatness that Xue Meng had felt.
The pressure against… that part of him had Xue Meng whimpering, a sound utterly unbecoming of him. Darling of the heavens, sect leader Xue whimpering.
This had to be a dream, right?
Mei HanXue rubbed there some more, as if encouraged. He watched with rapt attention as his ministrations brought involuntary reactions out of Xue Meng. Teeth worried into his lower lip, trying to muffle the grunts and groans that even he couldn’t control. “A-Ah! What are you doing?”
Mei HanXue nodded, as if confirming something with himself. “You are injured in a different way than what you may think. See for yourself.”
Hesitantly, Xue Meng glanced down. “I-I don’t know what I’m looking for…”
Mei HanXue raised a brow, slipping a hand under Xue Meng’s pants to pull them down, his undergarments along with them.
Oh. Oh.
The flatness, the dampness, they were different, sure, but Xue Meng had not quite connected the dots until now. He didn’t register that it meant something like… this? Why would he have?
The cooler air on his feverishly warm cunt, yes cunt, had his thighs quivering. Where his cock was supposed to be, something utterly new, utterly unexpected, laid in its place.
A perfectly plump and pink pussy laid in the place where his dick clearly belonged.
“What happened to me? Am I dying?!” Xue Meng blurted out dumbly.
Mei HanXue didn’t answer right away, voice slightly strained as he struggled to raise his eyes to meet Xue Meng’s. Raise them to look away from that overly wet part of him.
“Not dying, no. If I had to guess, I would say it had something to do with the yin energy you were hit by. It must have been strong enough to manifest physically.”
Xue Meng crossed his legs over each other, raising a hand to shield him from Mei HanXue’s gaze. Face already flushed from his overheating, the mortification had the sect leader as red as a tomato. As if it wasn’t already too late, as if Mei HanXue hadn’t already witnessed the predicament that had blossomed between sect leader Xue’s legs.
“This can’t be happening right now. Don’t look! Just pretend it isn’t there.”
Laughter as light as a bell chimed from Xue Meng’s other side. Oh, great.
Hands full with a tray laid laden with Sichuan delicacies, Mei Hanxue stood near the doorway. “I hate to say it, but that’s sorta hard to do, with you already dripping onto the sheet underneath you. You create quite the exquisite sight, you know.”
Just how long had he been watching? The sly smile on his face, along with Mei HanXue’s lack of surprise at his brother’s sudden comments implied that he’d been hanging around longer than he should’ve been.
The audacity! Xue Meng rolled his eyes, unsure of what he could even say in a scenario such as this one.
“Who said you could come in here?!”
“Tsk, tsk, where are your manners? You scared us when you were out cold, you know! And when I go downstairs to try and get you a nice meal to wake up to, I’m yelled at! Mengmeng’s cruelty truly knows no bounds.”
“Yeah well my fist will know no bounds, too, if you keep looking at me like that!”
With a flourish, Mei Hanxue set aside the tray he was holding on a chest of drawers in the corner of the room. Really, anything Mei Hanxue did was done with a flourish, though, so this was not saying much. Him and his dumb dramatics.
“Don’t be like that. We could help you, y’know.”
“What do you know?”
“This is shaping up to be quite the cliche, I fear,” he lamented, not looking at all lamentful, “Struck by a blast, then stuck with a different… organ. You’re in good hands, at the very least.”
Mei Hanxue advanced further into the room, far too lively given the gravity of the situation. Xue Meng would like to see how he’d react to being stuck in such a quandary. How nice it’d be, to wipe that dumb, smug look off his face.
“What do you mean ‘good hands’?!”
“C’mon, you know what I’m implying, don’t you? You’re speaking to a leading expert in his field.”
As much as Xue Meng wanted to say he didn’t, he was near certain what the other was leading to was dual cultivation. With Mei Hanxue it was always dual cultivation, wasn’t it?
Xue Meng wrinkled his nose in disgust at the notion. “And what if I don’t want to do anything, what then?
From the other side of the bed, a far more passive voice piped up. “Then we won’t do anything, naturally. However, it might cause you more harm than good in the end.”
“You can feel it too, right? What else could the solution be other than dual cultivation, if your body so desperately craves the touch of another?” As if to prove his point, Mei Hanxue’s hand cupped Xue Meng’s cheek, cradling it tenderly. A few moments later, when he moved to pull it away, Xue Meng instinctively followed after it.
Mei Hanxue simpered. “But if Mengmeng truly doesn’t want our help, I suppose there is nothing we can do.” He sighed in faux helplessness, removing his hand for real this time, despite Xue Meng’s affronted gasp.
“W-Well what’s the alternative? That can’t possibly be the only solution. I won’t do it!”
Mei Hanxue shrugged, “Simple, we leave you be. With any luck, the fever will go down own its own and hopefully the spell on your parts wears off. Otherwise, Mengmeng will have to go the rest of his life with the other set! Not that that’s a bad thing.~”
“Will you quit calling me that!” Xue Meng hissed. After a couple of moments he spoke again, as though he’d allowed Mei Hanxue’s words to sink in, for better or for worse, “...You mean you don’t think it’ll go back to normal? Some expert you are!” “You won’t know until you try all your options, yeah? Sitting around doing nothing certainly isn’t helping your chances, though, is it?” “He’s right.”
Xue Meng snapped his head back to his other side. It belatedly occurred to him that perhaps he felt a little like a cornered bird, stuck between two foxes. One leering and loquacious, the other, while less raucous, still quietly entertained.
The thought did nothing to help the growing puddle of slick underneath him.
“Okay, fine, fine. I’ll indulge you. Let’s say I agree, what then?” Then, Xue Meng quickly added, “Not that I am, mind you!”
Mei Hanxue’s grin was ear to ear, like a cat that had gotten the canary.
Ugh.
“Well, as you may have noticed, you’re plenty wet down there as it is,” Mei Hanxue started, leaning down to look between Xue Meng’s legs, as if to verify. “So it’d be easy to make you feel good, if you trust me. I dunno, ge, are you on board, too?”
How horrifying, to have his friends, if you could even call them that, look at him down there! Little did Xue Meng know the way that organ was clenching around nothing at the idea of being gazed upon like that.
“Mn. If you’d have us, Ziming. I don’t exactly trust that ruffian touching you all by himself.”
“Harsh of you to say when it’s Ziming’s choice who gets to touch him.”
It really did hurt, the fever making it hard to think straight, especially with the promise of attention down there… He felt strangely empty, too, what was that all about?
“Stop talking so much! My head hurts,” Xue Meng huffed. “If you know how to fix this then… then just do something already!”
“Mhhh is Mengmeng sure he can handle it? Handle us? Weren’t you just hesitating?”
“If it’s between this and dying, maybe I’m better off letting it end here.” It was a good run.
But before he could lament his life and the possibility of it being cut tragically short, a strong hand was pressing against his lower back and pulling Xue Meng into a kiss.
A kiss…!
A warm buzz akin to the one caused by the hand on his shoulder was now present on his lips, and in his mouth when he gasped for air and found himself greeted by a tongue pressing against his. It was as though he’d drank a warm cup of tea, steam unfurling and spreading its aromatic pleasantness outwards. Warm on his hands when he grabbed at the other’s shoulders, like cradling the cup in his palms. Warm on his tongue like he’d sipped a mouthful. He was already so very scorched, but this heat quenched his parched being somehow.
He didn’t really kiss back, but rubbed his tongue against the other’s, lapping like a man dehydrated. No way he liked this, did he?
Xue Meng groaned weakly in protest when Mei HanXue pulled away, moving a hand to his own moistened lips as he looked up at him.
The older twin’s blue-green eyes sparkled with an amusement rare for him. In fact, the sight alone made him look leagues more similar to his brother. What had him so happy?! Where had he even learned to kiss like that? From what Xue Meng knew, Mei HanXue didn’t concern himself with spreading dual cultivation like the plague the way his brother did.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear. From Xue Meng’s other side, a mouth bit at his ear lobe. His resulting shudder was involuntary, thank you very much. “You act like your predicament is a bad thing.~ You’re kind of cute like this, you know.”
“Cute?! I’ll show you who’s cute!” Xue Meng huffed, turning his head to the side to evade that pesky twin. “Just… Just get it over with!”
“Alright, alright,” Mei Hanxue cooed, lips quirked, pulling away to watch Xue Meng’s feverish form. “How impatient! Meng’er can be a good boy for it, though, can’t he?”
Mei Hanxue shimmied out of his outer robes, leaving him only in a thin inner robe and his pants. Even through those lighter layers, it was easy to see how Mei Hanxue’s chest was toned with muscle, waist somewhat slim for a man of his stature. And that wasn’t even talking about the bulge between muscular thighs… The hardness there looked uncomfortable, to put it frankly. If that was his size through his pants, just how big was he?
Xue Meng blamed his slow reflexes on his muddled state of mind, but he didn’t turn away until it was far too late. To be caught staring at any part of Mei Hanxue, let alone that one, heavens maybe Xue Meng really would rather die at this point…
Too bad his cunt didn’t seem to agree, wet as ever.
The other brother, Xue Meng had unfortunately let out of his sight, an act he should very well know better than to perform. Mei HanXue traced a finger through the overly slick, sopping cunt. Xue Meng’s thighs shook with restraint, wanting nothing more than to incline his body towards the stimulation. Anything to gain more of that feeling, to relieve the smoldering fire that continued to spread, up through his hips and into his stomach, his throat, smoke clouding his head as he choked on the desperation.
A weaker man would have surely given in by now. Not Xue Meng, Xue Ziming, far too stubborn for his own good.
“H-Hey, what’re you doing?!” He squeaked, struggling against the hands around his waist.
Cheeks more than healthily blushed, lips reddened and still moist, dark blue eyes beaded with tears, hair loose from when he was first brought to the inn and the twins wanted his head to rest properly upon a pillow. Perhaps sect leader Xue was far more enticing than he realized.
While Xue Meng was distracted by the older one’s ministrations, Mei Hanxue seemed keen to take advantage of the situation and redirect Xue Meng’s attention back to him, placing a placating hand on his shoulder.
“Come now, let these geges make you feel good, Meng’er.”
It worked better than it should have, the tension in Xue Meng’s spine easing slightly as Mei Hanxue pushed him to lean down. Repositioning to sit behind him, the younger twin’s clothed bulge rubbed flush with Xue Meng’s ass.
Wrapping his arms around Xue Meng’s waist, Mei Hanxue worked to remove Xue Meng’s upper robes, caressing him far more than necessary in the process.
“There you go.~”
Xue Meng swallowed, trying not to react to those stupid touches. Of course Mei Hanxue knew how to remove clothing in the most sexual way possible. It was just proof of how much he slept around!
But it was an attack on multiple fronts, it seemed, with Mei HanXue pressing his fingers against… that part of Xue Meng. A tongue followed the arc that its owner's hand had, lightly gliding up between his lips, from the overly glossy hole to a pink clit.
Desperate for purchase, one of Xue Meng's hands found itself nestled in that tied back crown of curls. Even just a kiss placed on it had Xue Meng whining, brows drawn. Firm hands against his thighs impeded him from kicking until he slackened in their grasp.
“That’s it, there’s a good boy.~” Was whispered smugly from his other side.
Did the younger twin ever stop talking?! Those words were only making things worse, making the warmth in the pit of his stomach grow to an unceasing fire, working in tandem with Mei HanXue’s earnest tongue.
Demons, Xue Meng decided, the both of them!
“Who are you calling a good boy?!” Xue Meng scowled, batting away Mei Hanxue’s hands away from where they were still caressing at him.
With a chuckle, Mei Hanxue leaned to the side to deal with his and Xue Meng’s removed layers.
Both Xue Meng’s inner and outer upper robes were neatly folded, set off on the nightstand near the bed for the time being, lower robes and pants still bunched around his ankles from Mei HanXue’s earlier recklessness.
Mei Hanxue brushed Xue Meng’s hair to one side of his shoulder, pressing his lips against the newly exposed skin.
Something about the yin energy that had struck Xue Meng must have made him far more sensitive than usual. It was harder to notice when the contact was few and far between, but now that they both had their touch all over him, it was driving Xue Meng positively insane. Mei HanXue grabbing his thighs and digging his nails into them to hold him down, Mei Hanxue holding his now bare waist, both of their mouths on him… It was already too much, already had him digging his teeth into his lower lip to muffle the sounds that he couldn’t help.
Then, that cursed mouth between his legs committed even more heinous an act, tongue lapping at the absolutely dripping hole. Then, fingers joined, one teasing the entrance of it, the other pinching at the clit he’d kissed just moments before.
Xue Meng thrashed in their grips, frantic, even if he wasn’t sure what he was frantic for.
A muffled “Hanxue, calm him down, he’s much too worked up like this,” was called from between Xue Meng’s legs. The stimulation there quickly returned afterwards.
It was both a shock and a relief when Mei Hanxue grabbed Xue Meng’s chin and tilted it to the side to pull their lips together.
The brothers kissed differently, as unsurprising as that was. Whereas the older was rougher, more unyielding in his dominance, the younger was a lot gentler, more fluid. It was no wonder that Mei Hanxue was known for his many escapades when his lips felt like the fresh morning dew. A soft, steady flow of spring water, refreshing like an afternoon breeze, soothing in the wake of the overwhelming heat that threatened to consume. He kept it chaste, brief, too.
Even when kissing though, Mei Hanxue maintained being far more of a tease than his brother. The hand still at Xue Meng’s waist ran up his side to grope at his flat chest. He flicked a bud, laughing at the way it made Xue Meng squirm. Even burrowing his face against the crook of Xue Meng’s neck, he could feel the smile against his skin.
“Heh you have girl parts now, so do you think your chest is sensitive like a girl’s, too?”
“Huh?! Don’t be stupid, of course n-”
Yet Xue Meng’s objection was interrupted by his own moan, a sound he quickly muffled against his hand.
No way! That couldn’t be normal, right? The abuse against his nipples felt almost as good as the mouth between his legs somehow.
“What was that, Mengmeng? I don’t think I quite heard you,” Mei Hanxue tittered, kissing and nipping at the skin of Xue Meng’s neck and shoulders as his hands took to squeezing at his nipples, massaging there until Xue Meng was crying out honestly. Until he was thrashing again, worse than he had been prior. Desperate to get out of their grasps and escape this humiliation.
Until, from between Xue Meng’s legs, that mouth pulled away and was replaced by a steady smack delivered squarely between his legs.
Directly on his cunt.
“Ziming, behave,” Mei HanXue scolded.
Xue Meng froze. His pussy spoke volumes in his absence of words, however, gushing in reaction.
“Hm?” a voice from between his legs spoke, sounding far too amused with the development.
“How is it my fault?” Xue Meng scoffed in outrage, “You’re the one touching me!”
Another sound blow swiftly landed, followed by another, and another after that. “And you’re the one enjoying it.” His stupid body was betraying him, stupidly wet as hit after hit was struck between his legs.
Mei HanXue leaned forward to hold down Xue Meng’s hips with a hand when he tried to struggle, and Mei Hanxue spared a hand to hold down his other side as Mei HanXue hit him down there.
“How are we gonna help you out if you’re not good for us, Meng’er?”
Xue Meng whipped his head around, furious. “Yeah, like you’re one to talk! I don’t wanna hear it!”
“Ziming is correct, Hanxue. You’re not helping. Get under him.”
“But ge,” Mei Hanxue pouted from behind Xue Meng, sticking his chin out to rest on the other’s shoulder. “Gege c’mon, don’t be like that.”
A moment stretched on between the two of them as they met eyes. One incredibly tense span of time, for what it was. Both of them stubborn in their wills.
Mei HanXue cleared his throat pointedly. Mei Hanxue sighed, casting his gaze away. He didn’t seem too cross about his defeat, however. He pressed one last kiss behind Xue Meng’s ear before hopping to his feet. In mere moments the brothers had swapped places and Mei HanXue was shoving Xue Meng forward while holding his hips in place, tugging his pants the rest of the way off and casting them aside. Xue Meng fell onto his hands and knees, face inches apart from Mei Hanxue’s in the new position.
Xue Meng barely had the chance to blink, let alone run away, before he was in an even worse position than before. He blamed his fevered state. Well, at least that brotherly spat was quickly resolved, right?
“Who’s the good boy now?” Mei HanXue teased dryly, looking down at his brother, even if it meant nuzzling up against Xue Meng to do so.
Or, maybe not.
“Sweet Xue Ziming, wouldn’t you say?” Mei Hanxue challenged.
“Leave me out of this!”
“Oh? But are you sure you want to be left out of this?” Mei Hanxue pulled away, nestling himself back between Xue Meng’s legs, albeit from the other side of him now. “Because your hole seems to disagree.” He emphasized his point by sliding a finger into the hole his tongue had been lapping at moments before.
A finger. Inside of him. Then he was thrusting it in and out, just like that. Xue Meng wasn’t going to survive today, was he? He dug his nails into Mei Hanxue’s arms beneath him.
Yet the other brother appeared undeterred. “Meng’er can lie all he wants but his body is so honest for us,” Mei Hanxue chimed in, a teasing lilt noticeable in his tone. “Gege’s finger went in so easily, didn’t it, ge?”
“Sorry,” Mei HanXue responded coldly, not missing a beat, “Did you say something? Why don’t you make yourself useful for once.”
He added a second finger alongside the first, which had Xue Meng writhing against it, trying weakly to struggle free.
“What the f-mhhh”
Mei Hanxue cut him off, kissing him again, this time gently dipping his tongue into Xue Meng’s mouth while his lips were parted. He was still being a kinder kisser than his brother had been, but he took it further this time.
The brothers hadn’t even really done anything with him and he already felt like he was going mad, being filled from both ends, with a tongue exploring his mouth and a third finger somehow gliding in next to the other two. Xue Meng whined against Mei Hanxue’s mouth, the heat stirring in his insides threatening to surge over. It was far, far too much but somehow it was nothing near what he needed. Almost against his will, he leaned back against those fingers pushing into them. His hole burned as they stretched it open, yet something within him demanded more. What the flames licking at his insides seemed to require.
It was almost like those fingers were willfully ignorant in their thrusts, pointedly disregarding a stimulus that would send Xue Meng into even deeper throes of pleasure.
Mei Hanxue’s hands massaged at Xue Meng’s waist, soothing as they held him in place in the wake of the constant onslaught of blistering, inescapable ardor.
Finally, that steady rhythm grazed that place inside him that had him feeling things he’d never felt before. Following the same path as his shizun, personal pleasure such as this had never been something he’d even considered pursuing. This feeling was making him second guess that life decision now.
With a strangled whimper, his thighs clenched involuntarily around the hand between his legs and wave after wave of slick streamed from around Mei HanXue’s fingers.
When Xue Meng returned to himself, his thighs were still shaking, but this time with the addition of another finger inside of him, making four total. Four whole fingers inside of him.
Ever since waking up in this state, it had been so very hard to think straight
He whined, resting his face against Mei Hanxue’s chest as he tried not to cry.
A hand combed comfortingly through his hair, pulling the sweat soaked strands out of his eyes and away from his face. “Awh, you’re dripping for it, aren’t you? Did that feel good?”
“Shut up,” Xue Meng cursed, giving stupid Mei Hanxue a taste of his own medicine by silencing him with a kiss of his own.
While it was clear he didn’t know exactly what he was doing, Xue Meng tried his best to follow what had been done to him prior. Mei Hanxue seemed entertained, mouth pliant as he played along.
With a fury Mei Hanxue definitely had coming with all the things he’d done, Xue Meng nipped at his lips, inexperienced but rough all the same lapping at his mouth until-
With a start, Xue Meng was dragged back by the other brother, lips pink and wet, eyes slightly glazed as he glared back at him. Back to chest to look at him face to face, Xue Meng couldn’t help but shiver at the intimacy of it.
“Ziming, you’re paying him too much mind. Give me some instead.”
Xue Meng almost wanted to argue, but he did have a point, and Xue Meng was nothing if not spiteful (and painfully horny) in that moment.
Mei Hanxue may have been letting Xue Meng take the lead but his brother gave him no such opportunity, continuing to stretch him open with one hand while the other held the back of his neck.
Mei HanXue kissed in rhythm with his fingers inside Xue Meng, leaving him to follow along with what was given to him, enjoying the feeling of lips on his far too much to try and flinch away defiantly, as much as he was almost tempted to do so.
It only got worse when Mei HanXue’s fingers hooked repeatedly into that spot he’d been purposely ignoring prior. The sound that Xue Meng made into his mouth was nothing short of undignified. With the hand against his hips now gone, he leaned back longingly against those cursed fingers.
Mei Hanxue, meanwhile, kept himself busy with biting and sucking on one of the nipples he’d been previously torturing.
Even with high cultivation, breathing was still a requirement. Xue Meng felt like he was drowning. Drowning in shame, pleasure, and most importantly, drowning in Mei HanXue’s unrelenting kiss. Too stubborn to pull away but too light headed to keep kissing back, Xue Meng groaned against the other’s lips. Mei HanXue seemed to take the hint, cocky as he pulled away.
Xue Meng tilted his head to meet Mei HanXue’s impassioned eyes as they caught their breath, panting in each other’s air. That is, until Xue Meng inhaled sharply, head falling back to rest against Mei HanXue’s shoulder as his brother unceasingly tortured Xue Meng’s poor nipples.
“Hanxue,” He rasped, “M-Mei Hanxue…” He called out. To which one, even he wasn’t entirely sure, both blending together in a blur of bliss. A hum of acknowledgement rumbled from next to his ear.
From beneath him: “Yes, dear Mengmeng? Can I help you?”
“Do something already,” he huffed, though it came out as more of a wail than the command he thought it’d sound like. For not the first time today, he thought bitterly about how unbearably hot it was in here.
“Something? Oh, no! Don’t tell me we’re not enough for you?” Mei Hanxue said as he tweaked a nipple in each hand, nails dragging against the reddened nubs.
Xue Meng hissed.
“You wound us!” Mei Hanxue continued, leaning forward to bite one of them as he did so. In fact, he sounded pretty not wounded.
Xue Meng whined, trying to pull away from the assault, and yet, to make matters worse, Mei HanXue held him in place, keeping him from receding too far. His other hand was still gently teasing at his walls, just enough of a reminder that he still had fingers inside of him, but not nearly enough of anything substantial to calm the roaring fire that was putting Xue Meng truly at wit’s end.
Mei Hanxue… Mei HanXue, they were both so, so… cruel!
Fine. If they weren’t going to do anything, Xue Meng would. Wrapping a hand around Mei HanXue’s wrist to pull his fingers out of himself, Xue Meng maneuvered his hips upwards as his other hand pulled down the pitiful remaining layers of Mei Hanxue’s pants.
The… thing that had sprung out, while rather large, also shamefully made Xue Meng’s mouth water.
“Whoah there-”
“Ziming-”
Both of their voices only proved to further exhort Xue Meng, one hand holding Mei Hanxue’s cock in place while the other was grasped around his shoulder for purchase.
“Let’s see how you like getting bossed around then,” was all Xue Meng had to say for himself before he was dropping down onto that length.
Within the first few inches, Xue Meng felt overwhelmingly full. Was this what the girls Mei Hanxue dual cultivated with felt like? Xue Meng wondered against his better judgement, flushing at the thought of being one of those young maidens.
As if! Brows knitted in concentration, he persevered, taking Mei Hanxue in inch by inch. He’d show him! He doubted that any of Mei Hanxue’s previous dual cultivation partners had taken charge like this, judging just how much he seemed to enjoy teasing and taking control of things.
With a smile that spoke louder than any words, Mei Hanxue put his hands on Xue Meng’s waist. Miraculously, however, he didn’t seem interested in trying to take charge, allowing Xue Meng to resume slowly mounting the cock underneath him.
His brother was a different story. “How bold of you, Ziming, ” Mei HanXue commented, leaning over his shoulder from behind.
Face burning as two sets of eyes watched him, with blatantly rapt interest, Xue Meng felt positively full.
“Yeah, well someone had to do something and you didn’t want to listen!”
Mei Hanxue hummed, “We were trying to take it slow for your first time, but it seems as though Mengmeng had a different idea, eh?”
“...Do you perhaps need help?” Mei HanXue asked.
“No!” Xue Meng rejected. “I’m perfectly fine, thanks.” He pushed down onto the last few inches, bottoming out. “There, see?”
“See… what?” Mei Hanxue tilted his head, bemused.
Perplexed, Xue Meng glanced down. It was then that he just so happened to notice that he was barely reaching the halfway mark on Mei Hanxue’s dick.
His cunt spasmed around it at that realization.
Just how big was this guy?!
“Oh? Does Meng’er like my size?” Mei Hanxue laughed. “Where’d all that confidence go? I thought you said you could take it?”
“Well, this is as far as I can go, the rest won’t fit! It’s not my fault it’s way bigger than it should be!”
“What, is yours small when you have your normal parts? It’s okay, there’s no shame in admitting it.~”
“Why you-”
“Does Ziming perhaps need our help after all, then?” Mei HanXue interrupted, voice soft and hungry, husky next to Xue Meng’s ear.
“Who would need your help?!” Xue Meng rejected, ignoring the involuntary shiver that ran through him.
“You heard him, Hanxue, he doesn’t need us.”
Mei Hanxue’s eyes twinkled playfully, “Okay, well, what do you expect me to do about that?”
While Xue Meng couldn’t see the look on Mei HanXue’s face, he could only imagine the glare from the way it has Mei Hanxue’s smile momentarily faltering. And wonder why that glare seemed to have Mei Hanxue’s cock twitching inside of him. Huh?
Xue Meng was quite frankly unsure what to do at this particular moment, contentedly full even as his thighs were starting to tremble from where he held himself suspended halfway on that monstrous length.
“Hanxue,” the other twin warned.
With a good natured roll of his eyes, as if he was wordlessly saying ‘Can you believe this guy?’, and much to Xue Meng’s dismay, Mei Hanxue pulled Xue Meng off his dick by the waist.
Scrabbling at Mei Hanxue’s chest, Xue Meng scratched with blunt nails, trying in vain to push his hips back down, “W-Wait!”
“Hm? But I thought Meng’er didn’t want help,” Mei Hanxue said loftily, continuing to hold Xue Meng’s hips in place as he struggled.
This was practically torture. It hurt so badly to want like this, so badly that the wetness between his thighs barely registered as his own anymore. Xue Meng truly could not imagine a future that lacked anything going inside of him.
Nevertheless, the sensation of Mei Hanxue splitting him open had hurt, too. Pushing into a place that had never been touched before. Hell a place he wasn’t even supposed to have!
That is to say, he felt damned either way.
One thing was for certain, however, and that was that pulling out had only proven to worsen matters. He felt that emptiness now more than ever, without Mei HanXue’s fingers nor Mei Hanxue’s cock to fill him. Now that his body was familiar with the pain of penetration, of the stretch, it seemed to want, want, want.
“Well…” Xue Meng started.
“Well?” Mei HanXue pressed, wrapping his arms around Xue Meng’s midsection and kissing idly along his neck. Up against him like this, with his arms around him, it was now that Xue Meng belatedly registered that the older Mei twin was still fully clothed, in both outer and inner robed, his sleeves made of beautiful frozen mist silk flush with Xue Meng’s naked torso.
Had Mei HanXue really been so focused on Xue Meng that he hadn’t even bothered to think about himself?
Xue Meng’s voice, which had started so confident, wavered now, “Well, maybe I changed my mind!”
Both twins on him, the feelings bled together, every point of contact making him go mad. They were making him go mad.
“Is that how you ask me?” Mei HanXue tsked against Xue Meng’s skin.
“Say please,” Mei Hanxue suggested helpfully.
A retort was ready on Xue Meng’s tongue when his eyes happened to drift downwards once more, to that cock. That stupid, stupid cock!
He really did want it inside him. He’d stayed pure for twenty-two whole years of his life, and yet, now none of it seemed to matter. It was deplorable, utterly disgraceful to want something this badly. To want dual cultivation of all things this badly.
He sighed, hesitating, “…Please?” Xue Meng asked, uncertain.
He felt more than saw Mei HanXue’s small smile.
“Oh Meng’er,” Mei Hanxue’s hands moved to cradle Xue Meng’s face, “Just what are we supposed to do with you?”
The younger twin pulled Xue Meng into a kiss, softer than their previous one, lips flowing into tongues like a light pear wine on a summer’s afternoon. Behind him, Xue Meng heard a rustling of robes.
Mei Hanxue quickly drew Xue Meng’s attention back to him, thumbing at Xue Meng’s cheek as his tongue dipped insistently into his mouth. Feeling bold, Xue Meng sucked on the other’s tongue, earning him a surprised gasp, and then, an amused exhale.
Pulling back, he gestured to his brother. “Are you sure you’re ready for him, ge? Ziming’s pretty tight.”
A scoff. “Tighter than you? I think I’ll manage.”
Wait…! No way they… they slept with each other?! Eh??? Xue Meng guffawed looking between both twins, Mei HanXue looking particularly pleased. Even without a smile on his face per se, the curl of his lips and the crinkles of his eyes said more than enough.
The mental image came crashing into Xue Meng’s head before he could stop it, the thought of Mei Hanxue, his stupidly smug self, chest heaving as he was bent over by his brother. Blonde hair usually so neat in its various styles, whether a ponytail or a braid or some form of being partially down instead messed up for once. In his face as kiss swollen lips begged for more. A fresh wave of slick spilled onto Xue Meng’s thighs at the notion.
His hair truly was looking too proper, wasn’t it? A braid from his temple to his ponytail, a crown across his forehead and ornaments in those lovely blonde locks. He even managed to look sultry somehow, his smirk present even as his cheeks reddened in embarrassment.
“Ge!” Mei Hanxue hissed, scandalized.
If they had… really done stuff like this together, then that solved the mystery of why the every ascetic Mei HanXue knew how to kiss so ravenously. How interesting…
Spitefully, Xue Meng tugged at Mei Hanxue’s little braid and started to undo his ponytail as well until Mei Hanxue got the memo and helped him in taking them all out and setting them to the side. Besides, it couldn’t have felt good to be laying on his back with all that in anyway!
Mei HanXue did not dignify his brother with a direct response, instead making a gesture to Mei Hanxue that Xue Meng couldn’t see.
Presumably acting on his brother’s request, Mei Hanxue hooked his arms around Xue Meng’s neck and pulled him further onto his chest. Taking advantage of the position, Mei HanXue spread Xue Meng’s legs wider.
With something akin to a squeak, Xue Meng tensed as he felt something suspiciously similar to Mei Hanxue’s cock brush against his hole.
“Shhh,” Mei Hanxue soothed, “Isn’t this what you wanted, baobei? Let these geges make it better for you.~”
He lifted his head to press their lips together again, taking the lead.
Tch, sweet talker!
Even so, loath as Xue Meng was to admit it, the words had an effect on him, melting into that sugared embrace.
This kiss was a lot slower, far less tongue involved than in previous exchanges. Mei Hanxue’s tongue glided along Xue Meng’s lower lip, but never strayed into the other’s mouth, even when Xue Meng willingly parted his lips.
Frustrated, Xue Meng pulled away, only for Mei Hanxue’s lips to migrate to his jawline and trail down to his neck, nipping here and there as he went.
With utmost care, as though he was handling something precious, Mei HanXue’s hands were mindful as he held Xue Meng by the thighs and took initiative to start pressing into him.
That feeling of being stretched, of being stretched far too much, returned. Hotter and heavier than before. It was one thing, taking Mei Hanxue’s length of his own accord and another to wait in anticipation as he was spread open on the olders’ cock.
It did not help matters that he could practically feel the way Mei HanXue was taking in every little detail.
To Mei HanXue’s credit, as he carried on in pushing in, there was never much resistance from Xue Meng’s hole, steadily taking inch after inch once more.
Xue Meng’s only saving grace in this hellish situation was that kissing Mei Hanxue seemed too preoccupied to make any dumb remarks.
Despite being the less experienced kisser between the two, Xue Meng dragged Mei Hanxue by the hair back to his lips.
Hungry, starved even, he locked lips with him, wanting a distraction from the maddening stimulation between his legs and the hands on his waist.
Even when Xue Meng became short on breath, he remained stubborn. Even when it became clear that Mei Hanxue, too, wanted to pull away, Xue Meng bit down on the other’s lip defiantly, following his mouth until he physically had to come up for air.
He’d done better than when kissing with Mei HanXue, he thought to himself proudly.
Still panting, Xue Meng leaned over to bite at Mei Hanxue’s collarbone to muffle his noises as Mei HanXue officially reached deeper than Xue Meng had managed on his previous attempt to take a dick.
The slow pressure was almost worse than sinking down on Mei Hanxue’s cock quicker than he would’ve liked. This was torture, feeling himself inch by inch succumb to the depravity that the heat under his skin yearned for.
Noticing his discomfort, Mei Hanxue combed fingers into Xue Meng’s hair gently with one hand, the other slipping between Xue Meng’s legs to seek out his clit.
Xue Meng keened.
Still working his way in, Mei HanXue rubbed his thumbs into Xue Meng’s hips where he held him, as if trying to soothe him.
…
Between the fingers pressed to his clit and the nearly unbearable stretch, Xue Meng barely noticed when Mei HanXue’s hips finally, finally were flush with his own. Mei Hanxue had even paused his ministrations as his brother caught his breath.
It was only when Mei HanXue’s chest rested against Xue Meng’s back that Xue Meng snapped out of his haze. Mei HanXue was inside of him.
Mei HanXue was inside of him…!
Xue Meng tightened at that little epiphany, reveling at how Mei HanXue groaned in response. “Ziming, you truly never fail to amaze us.”
There was awe in his voice.
It made Xue Meng puff his chest out at that candid admittance. It was a stroke to his ego that validated every hour of training, every year he’d put his all into Sisheng Peak. It made Xue Meng want to shrink away at the humbling nature of the remark, given over Xue Meng taking a cock into his newfound cunt.
“Ah, ge is always so sappy during sex.”
“Better than being a slut and sleeping with every girl to give him a second glance,” Mei HanXue shot back.
“Perhaps you’re right. After all, no girl is half as pretty as our darling Mengmeng.”
Face scarlet, Xue Meng bit at Mei Hanxue once more, this time at the crook of his neck, hard. The noise he made had Xue Meng snickering to himself.
Mei Hanxue flicked at his clit in petulant retribution and Xue Meng ground his hips back against Mei HanXue’s with a whimper.
From there, all hell broke loose.
Mei HanXue pulled out a couple of inches and pushed back in, testing the waters. Noticing little resistance, he repeated the motion. Then, again and again, setting a pace of pulling out halfway and then snapping his hips back in.
Xue Meng moved a hand to his mouth to cover it, but the muffled sounds appeared to leave Mei HanXue unsatisfied. He tilted Xue Meng’s head to the side to kiss him again, picking up his pace, too.
The feverishness was still ever-present, every thrust warming him from the inside outwards, like stoking a fire with a steady stream of air. Every thrust burning brighter and hotter, making Xue Meng’s eyes threaten to cross.
Mei HanXue dominated the kiss, swallowing every noise Xue Meng made.
“Mengmeng,” Mei Hanxue whispered, sing-songy, “Do you wanna see how neat your body is right now?”
Xue Meng turned his head towards him, blinking suspiciously at the younger twin, “Is this just another one of your tricks?”
“Oh yeah? See for yourself and tell me,” Mei Hanxue challenged, moving his hand from Xue Meng’s hair to guide one of Xue Meng’s towards his stomach.
There was… a bump? But only when Mei HanXue was fully inside of him. Was that…?
“Ge’s cock in you. Meng’er is taking it so well.~”
Fuck.
Xue Meng bit back a whimper, watching in wonder at how that bump would appear and disappear. Mei HanXue’s nails dug deeper into Xue Meng’s hips as he overheard the exchange and figured out what was going on, holding on hard enough to bruise.
Xue Meng found that he didn’t mind the notion of marks like that.
“It makes me curious,” Mei Hanxue continued, “How your stomach would look with two cocks in you.”
Xue Meng almost came then and there.
The fingers that had been playing with his clit migrated further down, to Xue Meng’s hole.
“No!” Xue Meng squeaked, “No way!” He denied, even as his mouth watered and his cunt drooled, even as he yearned at the suggestion.
He registered what Mei Hanxue was about to do right before he did it. Of course, with how slick his pussy was from everything so far, it was quite easy to slip a finger in alongside his brother’s cock.
“You’re crazy,” Xue Meng shook his head, trying to back away, “There’s no way I can take it…!”
Xue Meng backed away, straight into Mei HanXue’s firm chest. Their eyes met and that beautiful, glacial face, usually so distant, as solemn as the snow itself, looked more undone than Xue Meng had ever seen before. Those who had said that Mei HanXue was too lofty to desire anything of this mortal world had ought to witness the look in his eyes right now, one of absolute voracity. The way his bangs fell in his face, crown crooked, left him disheveled in a manner Xue Meng was not used to. His lips looked worse for wear and Xue Meng knew he had not been that rough towards him whilst kissing, at least he hoped so. The only explanation, then, was that Mei HanXue had resorted to biting his lips to muffle his own noises as he’d fucked Xue Meng, the hypocrite!
Mei HanXue raised his brow, reminiscent of his confusion towards Xue Meng when he’d first seen the curse of his godforsaken cunt. “But aren’t you already?”
Mei Hanxue’s finger had pressed up against Mei HanXue’s dick, following its rhythm in and out of Xue Meng. Soon enough, a second finger joined the first, both rubbing against his brother’s length, as though trying to tease both of them.
Both times, just one of their cocks had been enough to have Xue Meng struggle to grasp at coherent thought, leaving him full beyond comprehension without him even taking the entire length, with a contented buzzing settling under his skin in place of the searing want. The stretch of those deft, pipa playing fingers alongside a cock that already had him losing his grip made Xue Meng worry.
Worry for what two would feel like. Worry for how badly he wanted to know.
Unsure which way to turn his head with both twins offending him so, Xue Meng ended up with his face nestled against Mei HanXue’s neck.
It was sinful, how he could hear every slick thrust inside him, as both twins worked as one. Even more sinful still, how his body so quickly grew used to it, the curse of yin energy making him crave more, more, more.
Then, a third finger was making Xue Meng throw his head back with a gasp. Mei Hanxue’s mouth latched onto his exposed neck. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes, unshed, even as both brothers seemed determined to drive him insane.
When Mei Hanxue pulled all three fingers out all at once, it was somehow worse than when they were inside of him. All at once, those tears streamed down his face and Xue Meng realized helplessly that he really did want both of them in him. Maybe he even… enjoyed the please flush that might settle on their faces when he did as they wanted. There was a nonzero chance that he wouldn’t mind doing something like this again, when he (hopefully) returned back to normal. Without the yin energy vying for something to quench the flame within nor the sopping wet cunt that was unfamiliar.
Blinking away tears, Xue Meng felt a warmth as they were thumbed away. The hand that hadn’t been inside of Xue Meng cradled his face, Mei Hanxue smiling sweetly at him. Mei HanXue had moved a hand from his hips to wrap it around his chest, holding him close.
No, perhaps Xue Meng really wouldn’t mind doing something like this again… if they’d have him, of course.
“Are you alright, Ziming?”
“Being so good for us, aren’t you?”
Not one to wear his heart on his sleeve, even with his entire body, all of his want and need out on display like this, Xue Meng swallowed around something hard in his throat. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just… Put it in if you were going to! See if I care.”
The hand on his face patted it smugly, “Oh, I’ll make you care alright.”
Mei Hanxue shot his brother a glance and their hands shifted again, one of their hands each on one of Xue Meng’s thighs, spreading his legs open.
The hand still on Xue Meng’s cheek pet it reassuringly as Mei Hanxue’s length caught on his hole and Xue Meng’s breath caught on his throat.
“Breathe,” the older twin whispered softly.
And so Xue Meng did. He breathed like he was a man who had been deprived air, filling his lungs over and over as Mei Hanxue made his way in beside his brother.
“So tight,” Mei Hanxue mumbled, eyes half lidded, like he, too, was grappling with the pleasure of it all, his breathing heavy.
When Mei Hanxue bottomed out, Xue Meng felt his eyes roll back. Being so astonishingly intimate with the both of them at once made him almost want to mourn the lost opportunities of not doing anything like this with them sooner. Of course, his thin face would never allow him to admit such a thing, but he had to wonder if there had been a possibility of doing something like this before now.
The hand on his cheek had left and so had the arm around him. Nonplussed, Xue Meng’s eyes drifted to where the twins’ hands were joined, Mei Hanxue holding onto his brother’s, expression unreadable but obviously contented.
They spent a few minutes like that, settling into the sensations, with Mei Hanxue pulling Xue Meng into a messy kiss that had them swapping spit and panting into each other’s mouths.
When Mei HanXue squeezed his brother’s hand, Mei Hanxue broke away from the kiss.
Before Xue Meng could truly register what that meant, the brothers were taking turns thrusting into him.
And oh, nothing could have prepared him for this. The spot that Mei HanXue had hit earlier when fingering him was now inescapable with two cocks in him, continuously brushed into.
Tears unbidden spilled down his cheeks now, an unstoppable tidal wave in the wake of thrust after thrust. Both twins dug their nails into his thighs, the only thing grounding Xue Meng at this point. Vision blurred, he looked down at his stomach now and couldn’t help but sob, shuddering as he watched his stomach bulged around both of the dicks persistently fucking him. It was so filthy, so very indecent.
He shoved a hand into his mouth as he came, tension snapping behind his eyes as he fell limp against Mei Hanxue’s chest, biting on his own hand nearly hard enough to draw blood.
Through his orgasm, Mei Hanxue cooed words of encouragement, “So good… So tight…,” most of which Xue Meng tuned out.
Back and forth, before Xue Meng had even had the chance to come down from his high, the brothers were still taking turns fucking into him, never leaving him empty or with a break. It was everything that unending heat in his core had desired since the moment he woke up.
There were black spots in his vision as Mei HanXue buried his cock deep inside of him and came, biting down on Xue Meng’s shoulder with a strangled “Ziming.”
Rope after rope of cum filled him, even while Mei Hanxue’s practiced pace remained unrelenting, making Xue Meng feel warm in a truly different way than how he’d felt all afternoon.
When the older twin pulled out, Xue Meng groaned, a mix of disappointment and relief resounding in his chest. And when Mei HanXue tried to pull away, presumably to clean up, Xue Meng grabbed at his wrist stubbornly, offended at his audacity. Fortunately, Mei HanXue caved easily enough and laid down beside the pair.
Looking contentedly between the brothers, witnessing the slight crinkle of amusement in Mei HanXue’s eyes, was the last thing Xue Meng remembers before fully slipping away, coming for a third time with Mei Hanxue’s continuous abuse of his sweet spot, presumably with Mei Hanxue coming soon after.
…
It was after the sun had set that Xue Meng came to, body temperature much more normal now. A glance between his legs revealed that he did indeed return to normal.
Reassured for the time being, he vowed that they would clean up in the morning, after plenty of rest. And… maybe pay reparations for the surely stained bedsheets.
He nuzzled his face back into Mei HanXue’s chest, Mei Hanxue caging him in safely from behind.