#hint of han ying x zhou zishu x wen kexing

[randomingoftherandomness]

Prompt 80!

Uhhhh I like bottom wenkexing

80) “How do you feel about two at once?”

[a/n: this wouldn’t comply with me for proper smut but i liked the shape this took so I hope you’ll like it to?]

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When Lao Wen had turned to him mid-way through cutting up the vegetables for dinner and asked “How do you feel about two at once?”, Zishu thought he would have a conniption.

Two at once could mean many things; it could be two fingers in that grinning slant of his mouth before those same fingers finger him open for Zishu’s cock, it could also mean trying to make him come on both his cock and the jade phallus they had custom made to the shape of Zishu’s own anatomy that they keep for those rare occasions Zishu has to leave the Manor for a trip without him.

Two at once held a multitude of possibilities. Was Lao Wen thinking about... Two persons at once? But who would he even allow in their bed like that?

Zishu’s first thought is Ye Baiyi before dispelling it. He can’t risk levelling the Manor if the both of them ever got prissy in bed. Then, his mind brings up Han Ying. Loyal, dutiful Han Ying who was as much devoted to Lao Wen as he was to Zishu himself. Han Ying who was always respectful and who adored Lao Wen, and followed his husband around when he wasn’t following Zishu.

Han Ying who would look lovely between Wen Kexing’s thighs, getting sloppy as he eats him out with enough dedication and determination to break even someone like Lao Wen.

Zishu waits for a tang of jealousy to come; some sort of indication that he could find this notion distasteful, but none flares up any brighter than a wisp from a blown out candle. If anything, he is amused to discover that he actually quite likes the thought of Han Ying on his knees eating out his husband until he cries while he is fucking his throat.

Lao Wen is always so pretty when he cries.

“Ah Xu?”

“Hm?”

“You went away with the fairies there,” Lao Wen laughs. Turning around, he sees him tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear as he lifts two battered chicken thighs. “So? What do you think about frying these two at once?”