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He doesn't even realize he's holding his breath until Mingjue accepts the ribbon, tension just slipping out of his body like a wave, leaving him relieved and smiling at Mingjue, fingertips brushing against the ribbon in Mingjue's hand.

"Because it might have been more than you were willing to accept." His voice is low. "I never want to burden you, Mingjue, not even with something like this."

"Xichen," Mingjue says, so far beyond fond that he feels like he's wearing his heart on the outside of his chest for Xichen to see. "What burden?"

He takes the ribbon and winds it around his wrist and offers the wrist to Xichen to tie for him.

"The only reason for me not to accept it would be not to burden you." And if he says that with dry amusement, well...he's only human. He simply says, "Situation's changed. I want it."

"You could never burden me." His fingers fumble slightly as he takes the ends of the ribbon to tie the knot, before leaning to brush a kiss to the corner of Mingjue's mouth, a brief point of contact that he pulls back from almost immediately.

"I'm glad you accepted it."

Mingjue smiles at the brief kiss, the smile a broad, lopsided thing that only gets more fond when he tugs at the ribbon's knot to make sure it's secure. Without any further words, he leans in towards Xichen, both hands coming up to try and thread through his hair to cradle the back of his head and pull him in for a proper kiss.

Xichen watches him until their lips meet and then he's curling a hand in Mingjue's hair as he kisses him back, eyes closing.

Mingjue tipped Xichen over backward, never breaking the kiss, only deepening it. He laid his body over Xichen's, mirroring what they had been doing earlier with far less intent. His mouth worked, and he trailed his tongue across Xichen's lips, requesting entrance, wanting to taste. He would flatten Xichen to the bed and keep him there for days, years if he could, heart full.

Xichen doesn't resist at all, letting Mingjue pin him, hands sliding up his back as he gives his mouth up to Mingjue so he can deepen the kiss. And his soft moan of Mingjue's name is lost against his lips as Xichen arches up against him when Mingjue's presses him down.

Jin Guangyao was still wearing the borrowed underrobes he had on the night before, he rolled up the sleeves and hiked up the hem but he liked being in it. Barely anyone was up at this hour anyway. He had a wheeled cart in front of him that he had borrowed from the kitchen, in it were a large earthen pot of congee, a steamed fish, a plate of fried eggs, and pork belly, and another steaming with various vegetables and a pot of hot oil to add a kick for himself. He set it up so that he can balance the very different diets of the two men inside.

When he stepped inside and his lovers were in the middle of a rather amorous embrace. He stood and watched them for a bit. They really were beautiful together, Mingjue's thick muscular body against Xichen's more lithe one. He had a soft smile.

With a small cough, he let himself be known, pulling out a table to begin setting the food down.

"If you two can take a small break with your mouths, I may have something more sustaining than lips. Even if not as enjoyable." he quipped.

Edited 2021-05-14 03:45 (UTC)

Swallowing the noises that Xichen makes, Mingjue claims his mouth with both focus and intent. He grinds down as Xichen presses up, muscles flexing beneath Xichen's hands.

It's not that he's entirely oblivious to A-Yao's entrance, but Xichen is pliant in his hands and he wants—

The cough and the quip force Mingjue to break the kiss. He puts his face down into Xichen's neck and swears into his skin.

"I deserve this for interrupting you two before, don't I?" he asks with a groan. Propping his chin up on Xichen's shoulder, his smile is rueful. "Smells good."

He's not going to let Xichen up, though. He draws the line.

Xichen takes longer to pull himself back to reality, his breathing a little quick as he shifts under Mingjue, taking a moment before he finds his voice, even if he can't look at Guangyao yet, his own fingers still lightly moving over Mingjue's back.

"I'm sure it tastes as good as it smells. A-Yao has always been an excellent cook." Not that he's thinking about food as much as the warm weight on top of him, but acknowledgment is important.

"Mhm. Da-ge certainly saw us in a much more compromising position yesterday. I thought I would rather save Er-ge the embarrassment of letting you two getting to that point.

As lovely as the two of you are together." He poured each of them a large bowl of congee, topping one with pork and a few eggs and the other with the veggies. He made one for himself with a combination of both and set about making some tea.

"Er-ge you flatter me. I only hope that it came out well, I tried to cater to both your tastes, and I'm afraid we missed at least one meal yesterday. I need the two of you to sit up and eat while all of this is still hot. Afterward, you are welcome to go back to what you were doing."

he sat down for emphasis.

"Besides you are going to need the fuel if you want to continue at the pace we're going."

Edited 2021-05-14 04:48 (UTC)

The minute it takes Mingjue to shift focus from Xichen to A-Yao and food he spends simply enjoying Xichen's touch. Who would have thought that he enjoyed being all-but-petted. Once his focus does shift, however, he huffs. "You make a good point."

He peels himself away from Xichen with no small regret and slides to sit at the edge of the bed. "Both that we need the fuel"—he offers his hand to pull Xichen upright—"and that we might embarrass Xichen. We don't want that."

The spot across the table from A-Yao calls his name, but he's not going to head over until Xichen's up and moving.

Xichen makes a soft sound when Mingjue moves, although he's slower, taking the offered hand and using it to pull himself up. Not that he needs it, but the contact steadies him, his gaze drifting to the food for a moment. It does smell good and A-Yao does have a point, even if he'd rather still be pinned under Mingjue's warmth.

Still, there's something else to do first, xichen catching the ribbon with his fingers before his gaze settles on Guangyao.

"Will you come here first, please?"

“I’m full of good points Da-ge.” He said smiling. He was definitely not thinking about having Xichen rest on his chest while Mingjue took him thoroughly. Nope his mind was clear of such dirty thoughts.

Why were these men so beautiful. How was he going to live his life, knowing how lovely they look naked?

Guangyao looked up slightly confused and nodded. He got up quickly as if to shake the places his mind was wandering off to and made his way to the other side of the room.

“‘is everything alright Er-ge?”

Once Xichen's upright and he pauses, Mingjue pauses too in query—though only long enough to follow the movement of his hands towards the ribbon.

Ah.

He hides the sound in a cough and shifts away toward the food with one last caress of Xichen's arm. The ribbon on his wrist feels new and strangely heavy and he tries to act casually to not call attention to it as he sits where his delicious-looking (and smelling) breakfast awaits him.

Not that he's going to eat. Eating without them would be rude. But he is going to observe quietly and a little bit fondly. Xichen, really.

Xichen waits until he's close enough to reach for, arm sliding around his waist to pull him so Guangyao's standing between his legs before he kisses Guangyao, lingering and slow, fingers stroking the back of the neck until he pulls back.

"...I know I let you handle this yesterday and I won't be upset if you're not ready, but I wanted to offer it to you again, if only to hold onto until you're ready to accept it fully."

Guangyao felt himself pulled into the embrace and kiss. It was like how the tides moved towards the moon the pull that Xichen had on him. He felt so very small in his arms and he kissed back softly, parting his lips a little, enjoying the feeling of his mouth.

His eyes widened at the offer, darting back up to regard him through thick eyelashes. His eyes darted over to where Mingjue was sitting as well before trying to focus on what Xichen was saying.

"A-are you sure Er-ge? What if I'm not worthy?"

Though his gaze rested on the ribbon. He wanted it. He wanted to be wrapped in Xichen's love, his regard where he was safe and happy. But the guilt coiled in him as well. He could only remember his expression as he plunged Shuoyue into him.

"Are you sure you won't regret giving me this?" his voice small.

"I would never regret giving this to you, A-Yao." His thumb traces along Guangyao's jawline slowly.

"And I consider you worthy, or I wouldn't have offered you my heart. You're as much a part of me as Da-ge is, and with the way things are here, I feel like a reminder of that will aid both of you." Xichen kisses him again gently.

"I want you to have this."

He kisses back, his fingers cupping the side of his face, his mind working in circles. He loved this man so much. And maybe he needed an anchor as much as Guangyao did.

A reminder of that love. That he wasn't alone in this. That he hadn't thrown away his clan's teachings. It was important to him that this does not feel like promiscuity.

He looked over to see a matching ribbon on Mingjue's wrist and gave a soft small smile, his theory solidifying in his mind.

Maybe they could start again. All three of them. But first, he had to say something.

"Okay. I accept it.

However, I have one condition.

If one day I take off all my layers, and you see the true me underneath." Rotten, ugly, raw.

"I request that you keep the right to make your decision again. I want to give you that choice." how silly of him to want to be chosen, even when he was at his worst.

"If that's what you want, then I'll accept your condition but I won't change my mind, A-Yao." His smile is soft, starting to wrap the ribbon around his wrist, his fingers smoothing over the fabric as he does. Then it's just tying it off before the fabric disappears under his sleeve.

"I don't want to let the food get any colder, so we can discuss this more after we eat what you've cooked."

His breath hitches as the ribbon was delicately tied around his slim wrist. It felt like it was secure a bandage or a salve for a wound that he didn't know he carried. Unbidden the tears began to drip from his eyes.

"O-okay."

But before he could be led he moved to kiss him, deeply, as if he could imbue every bit of his feelings, his love his regret, his longing, everything.

"I love you Lan Xichen." he said softly before, moving to lead them to the table. He was still crying but he no longer cared.

Xichen catches him before he moves too far, thumbs wiping the tears away before he's kissing Guangyao again gently, hand cupping the back of his head.

"I love you. Both of you." He adds, gaze drifting to Mingjue before he releases Guangyao so they can actually eat.

It felt good to be pampered like that, to know that he was safe enough to cry here if he needed to. This was new for him.

Before he made his way to sit down at the table, he threw his arms around Mingjue as well. Pressing his face into his neck, in a very tight hug.

"We've been claimed Da-ge." His hand moved to squeeze the one that had a matching ribbon.

Chin propped on his fist, Mingjue doesn't interrupt, watching the both of them and having some sort of emotion that he has no idea how to parse. The moment does not feel quite real to him, which might be part of the problem. He breathes through it, eyes on Xichen gentling A-Yao and wiping away his tears.

He kicks up the corner of his mouth at Xichen's declaration and cannot quite bring himself to speak in return.

A-Yao's hug, however, takes him by surprise. He presses a broad hand to A-Yao's back first to hold him in place, before he can return it by wrapping his arms around him in full. He has to clear his throat twice before he can speak. "We have been," he agrees, smoothing A-Yao's hair down.

Looking up past A-Yao's head at Xichen, he says, "I never thought I would be."

"...I would have claimed you when we were teenagers." Xichen's voice is low, a little hoarse, his eyes closing for a moment after meeting Mingjue's gaze, something in his eyes just adding to the ache in his own chest. He stands for a moment before moving, coming up behind Guangyao before he leans down to kiss Mingjue.

And he's gotten better at kissing, trying to deepen it, hand sliding into Mingjue's hair until he pulls back. "I don't..." He clears his throat, takes a shaky breath.

"I want to hold onto this as long as possible. I don't want to..." He takes a shaky breath, tries to calm himself down.

"We...should eat before we get too distracted."

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