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[OPEN] June Event: a little sweet fruit

● WHO: Xue Yang and open!
● WHAT: During a downpour and in the ensuing chaos
● WHEN: June Event
● WHERE: Where the trouble will be
● WARNINGS: Dubcon, violence, noncon in the thread with Jiang Cheng. Sexual content, sometimes with questionable amounts of consent. Character opt-out here.

1. a sound in my ear

[ Xue Yang actually spends several minutes outside when it first starts raining. He's not the sort of person to be particularly bothered by the weather, and he's half expecting it to pass fairly quickly anyway.

It does not, in fact, pass fairly quickly.

Several minutes, and then he's stepping into the nearest building. Xue Yang spends a moment looking back at the storm behind him before he turns to survey his new surroundings. ]

2. a taste on my tongue

[ (Particularly if you are canonblind, please check the information in my opt-out post before tagging this prompt, as this will likely involve some of the worst of Xue Yang's impulses.)

Xue Yang's unfortunate tendency to like sweet things has him eventually sampling, and then consuming entirely, one of the passionfruits. From that moment on, he's a man on a mission: to find someone. Who is that someone? He won't know until he finds them.

But then he does, spotting a figure not too far away. Immediately he heads over, moving much faster than one would normally expect, until he's in range to grab their arm. ]

You.

3. a touch on my skin

[ Xue Yang winds up spending a lot of time around the plants, but the tendrils are the ones that catch his eye the most. Earlier on, he messes up more than once when poking around them, only to find himself snagged and unable to easily pull himself free. But as the week goes on he starts to get a much better idea of how they react, to the point where he can even wrap himself up in them and not actually get trapped. Once he's got a better idea of how that goes, he'll start calling out to those who pass by, ]

Hey, come help a guy out, would you?

[ (Please specify whether you want him to be genuinely trapped or just faking!) ]

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Xue Yang doesn't respond. Instead he rocks deeper into Song Lan, letting that vine cut off his oxygen as he works.

He keeps enough of an eye on him to make sure he's not about to die, but otherwise Xue Yang starts to let himself go a little and pick up the pace.

With the lack of talking, even if he's trying to keep reminding himself who's behind him, it's harder to focus between the vine around his throat making it harder to breathe and the way Xue Yang is moving inside him. His breathing is harsh, rough pants as his hips hips rock back, his fingers flexing and pulling against the vines holding him in place.

And his lips part on gasping moan as his vision whites out again after a particularly rough thrust.

When he gets that reaction, Xue Yang tries to replicate it. His speed picks up more as he tries to hit that spot again and again. He assumes he's going to last longer than Song Lan, and that suits his purposes just fine.

He reaches around and gives a slow, deliberate rub to Song Lan's cock, using his right hand so that there's no obvious missing finger to break the illusion.

His hips rock helplessly between that hand and the thrusts, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged as he clenches almost painfully tight around Xue Yang's cock inside him, the sensations bordering almost too much.

On the other end of the device's connection, Xiao Xingchen quickly suppresses a gasp.

His chest starts to feel stuffy just by realizing what he's listening to, even if he knows he should respect Song Lan's privacy and stop listening now. If Song Lan could no longer repress his needs and he found it fine to do this with someone else, Xiao Xingchen wouldn't want to stop him, but... it still hurts a bit after words like 'it's fine if it's you'.

What feels most against Song Lan's nature is that he's allowed this to happen in the outdoors, but he also knows this place can make people act against their usual nature.

Still, his curiosity gets the better of him, and he listens for the voice of the other person...

There is no other voice, at least not yet. Xue Yang is giving Song Lan this cruelty disguised as kindness as he remains quiet, not letting his voice remind him just who it is who's fucking him. The closest is a soft gasp that he deliberately lets out when Song Lan squeezes around him.

But then he's fucking him harder, hard enough that the sound of their bodies slapping together probably makes it to the device. If this is the sort of thing Song Lan enjoys, Xue Yang is absolutely going to give it to him in this moment. He fully intends to fuck him until he can't think anymore, just as promised.

He's forgotten already, caught between the pleasure from the thrusts, the effects of the aphro and that hand stroking him, Song Lan's breath coming in harsh pants, his eyes closed as he tries not to tighten the vine around his throat again.

It's not something he wanted, would ever have asked for but he's almost mindless right now, so it doesn't matter, won't matter until he's come down, remembered what's happening.

Of course Xiao Xingchen can't only focus on what he told himself he'd listen for, no matter how he justifies not closing the communication. But he's suddenly alarmed for a whole other reason. The air feels thick around him, and heat creeps along his skin.

Just-- how could he have a reaction like this? Even if he knows by now how this place draws out desires that would never have existed otherwise, he once believed that he would have the decency to ignore or suppress them. Apparently not, as the sound of Song Lan's voice and each slap of skin against skin shoots straight down to his cock.

He finds himself leaning against the trunk of a tree, and his gaze darts around his immediate surroundings. Hearing nothing else approaching either... slowly, his hand slips down between his legs.

Even if it's hypocritical to hope that no one is also watching him in secret, he doesn't need to feel even more ashamed than he is right now.

Xue Yang briefly remembers the vine and glances up quickly, but it doesn't look like it's tight enough that he needs to worry about it killing a cultivator at this point. So he lets it fall back out of his mind again as he continues thrusting and giving more gasps. Some are honest, some are added more for effect.

Either way he focuses on the feeling of Song Lan's cock in his hand. He allows himself to fantasize about all the things he could do to it with Song Lan restrained like this, but once he's done indulging, he files them all away for the moment. That's not his goal right now. Instead he focuses on scaling up his own masturbation habits to someone of Song Lan's size and starts deliberately stroking, picking a pace and technique that feels good for himself.

He can hear the gasps but barely acknowledges them when Xue Yang begins actually stroking him, the contact enough to have him shuddering as he comes with a stifled cry, spills over Xue Yang's hand and clenches tighter around him.

And then he's just panting, trying to keep breathing through the vine constricting his throat.

Xiao Xingchen should dislike the presence of this figure and hearing their voice, but it somehow only makes him ache more. He doesn't find it familiar. Even if he strains to listen, he wouldn't have heard their voice like this before...

Song Lan's voice has never sounded like this either. In all of what they've done, his orgasm hasn't been so... so loud.

Actually reaching any gratification from his own hand alone with layers of robes in the way feels near impossible, and he isn't about to take off his clothes. With a harder rub of his palm against his cock to try to make up for it, he barely represses a faint whimper.

Xue Yang lags a bit in reacting. The liquid is already spilling down his hand when he realizes that Song Lan has come, so he pauses for a moment and lifts his head so he can murmur into Song Lan's ear, trying to be loud enough to break through whatever pleasure he's feeling from his orgasm.

"Daozhang Song..."

And then he continues his thrusts.

Song Lan is just letting the vines support him by then, his eyes closed, things slowly falling back into place when that voice is in his ear and he hisses out a breath, clenches hard around Xue Yang reflexively.

And then sinks teeth into his lower lip, keeping himself muted while Xue Yang keeps moving, the pleasure fading into something bordering on pain as he keeps going.

Xiao Xingchen goes cold when he hears the voice.

Frozen in place, shame immediately wells up in him at his arousal, and how it still persists after processing the truth of this situation. He almost doesn't believe it, even if he finds he doesn't have reason to doubt what he's hearing.

And yet the first time he saw both of them, they were already...

But would Song Lan really lie about that, and not having anything to do with Xue Yang in this way? Despite his misgivings - and the fact that the sound is still making his arousal worse - he continues listening as he stands back up. They couldn't have gone too far from where Song Lan said he'd be...

"Ahaha, that felt good. You squeezed up so nicely when I called your name like that. Do you like it when I do that?"

Now that Song Lan seems to be collecting himself again, Xue Yang slows to nearly a stop, just letting himself slowly push and pull in and out of Song Lan.

"I haven't come yet. What do you think? Should I keep going? How would you feel if I finished inside of you?"

"...When I get free of this.." He shifts, the vine around his throat tightening when his head moves, cutting him off for a moment before he inhales and tries to continue.

"Does it matter?" The sooner he finishes, the sooner he'll be gone.

If Xiao Xingchen couldn't hate himself anymore, the way his face feels even hotter as he listens now sinks his opinion of himself to a new low. And he should not have doubted Song Lan for a moment... no, it's also possible that something out here made him need some relief.

At least that thought would be better than the alternative.

Even as his thoughts distract and spin wildly in his head, he watches and listens to his surroundings closely, taking care to not alert Xue Yang to his presence until he's close enough to-- to stop this, hopefully.

"Yes, I'm sure you'll have plenty of things to do once you're free."

Xue Yang shifts a little and continues thrusting, slow, trying to build himself up without pushing Song Lan too hard. He does want him to enjoy this, after all. Most of it, at least.

"You're doing well at not letting it choke you. Maybe next time, I'll use my hands."

After the previous thrusting, it doesn't take him long to build himself all the way up to the edge. Xue Yang suddenly gives a sharp groan, presses his forehead against Song Lan's back, and comes inside of him.

"You really think I'm going to end up like this again?!" It's harsh sounding, Song Lan doing his best to keep his breathing going as evenly as possible, even if it hitches when he moves slightly, the vine tightening.

And when Xue Yang spills inside him, his eyes close, holding himself still.

"....Are you done?"

With his acute sense of hearing, it isn't long until Xiao Xingchen hears a distant conversation not too different from what he's hearing on his device. He lowers the volume to silent as he turns in the direction of the source, continuing to be careful in his approach even if he wishes to rush onto the scene.

Too many of the plants can catch him along the way...

"Yeah. I'm done."

Xue Yang pulls himself out and spends a moment fixing his pants back into place. Then he takes a moment to get a good look at Song Lan, and in particular, that vine around his neck.

For a moment he considers leaving it... but what would be the fun in that? He wants Song Lan to suffer with the memory of this moment. There's no lesson for a dead person to learn.

He reaches up, and with a few deliberate touches, coaxes the vine to let go of Song Lan's neck. Xue Yang carelessly redirects it to somewhere where it likely won't try to grab him again, then turns to leave.

"Best of luck getting free, Daozhang Song."

By the time Xiao Xingchen arrives, Xue Yang is likely out of earshot. If only he could have been faster, or maybe he should have charged through all the vines and traps without any care.

After all, he knew that Song Lan had needed him. Why did he delay? Why, why--

He doesn't dare to look. Even if he should recognize the consequences of his actions, he would not cause any more damage to his friend's dignity.

Wrapping an arm around Song Lan to keep him steady, he raises Shuanghua to slice the vines and free him. At least that's the place they should start first. This is no time to be caught up in his own feelings about this, when Song Lan has much more to deal with...

Finally being free of the vines has him all but sagging against Xingchen, his fingers flexing taking a moment to steady himself on his feet, find his balance and wrap his robes around himself, his skin paler than usual.

"...Thank you, Xingchen." It's stiff sounding, his voice oddly flat for the moment, eyes closes as he moves and feels something leaking out of him.

"We need to go-" home isn't the right word, but where else can they but the place they'd been staying?

"...Somewhere I can clean up." He finishes finally.

Xiao Xingchen turns to look at the forest around them. It's too dense for them to use their swords to ascend or descend from, but he also doesn't dare make Song Lan travel through all the other dangerous traps in the area, with many roots to stumble over.

So with a hand on Shuanghua again, he decides he's had enough of this place and will make a faster way out of here.

"I'll get us out of here," he says, words tremulous and quiet.

He swings his sword and it slices cleanly through a tree; with a kick, he knocks it down and away from them. Turning his attention to another tree, he cuts it down too. The trees make thunderously loud noises as they fall, but if Xue Yang comes back to investigate... well, he'll find quite a surprise, won't he?

Perhaps he doesn't have the energy to waste to destroy an entire forest - as much as he'd like to right now - so he can only check if he can see the sky above them after cutting some down.

"There, we can fly out from that spot. Hold onto my back... please."

Song Lan doesn't move as Xingchen clears a place to give him room to use their swords, only stepping on Xingchen's after he speaks, leaning against his back for a moment as he closes his eyes.

"Just go." It's quiet, Song Lan wrapping an arm around him.

"Please."

[OPEN] June Event: a little sweet fruit

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