Wen Ning is not the firebrand his sister is. He is quiet and shy but he's not stupid either. He's smart enough to get by in this arrangement, to understand why he had been the better option as much as his sister had hated to admit it. He bites at his lip as he looks down, his hands clasped behind his back. He's a little intimidated despite his best not to be.
"I have no expectations," Wen Ning says softly. "I will serve and aid you in whatever way you require of me."
Wen Ning doesn't even begin to know how to expect more than that.
Wanyin looked at Wen Ning. The young man was able to make himself look smaller than he was and he knew that he was taller than many. Wanyin had the sudden rebellious thought to nullify all marriages, here and now. They were stupid. This! This was stupid.
"Well." He started to pace even though his steps were slow and methodical. "I do need more people to train the future cultivators in Yunmeng. And I remember you are excellent in archery, are you not?" It didn't matter if Wen Ning was high or low on the cultivation chain. What mattered was that he had a core and he could do more with that than Wanyin could.
Wen Ning feels nervousness twisting in his stomach when the other began to pace. There's a fear of somehow failing his sister, his clan -- has he already angered him?
"I...I am," Wen Ning says, voice unsteady. He knows to fear Wanyin somewhat and he does. There's very few things that he's skilled at combat or cultivation wise but he is good at archery... as well as cooking, medicine (though not as good as Wen Qing by any stretch) and other more menial things.
When Jiang Wanyin needed to think, he needed to move. Right now, he needed to think Wen Ning into position. There was a reason why they were 'married' and he needed to make certain that he could be protected. It was one thing that the sect knew what Wanyin did with his lap dog but they wanted a cultivator by his side as well. Very well.
"Good," he answered back, not bringing to light how nervous he's making the other. It's habit for him and a way to preserve himself. "I shall expect you to teach my young cultivators, then. They will need a calm and patient hand." He couldn't do it. But he knows Wen Ning's nature and he thinks that will work well. "You may have your choice of rooms, of course. And you are not expected to be in my bed unless you wish to be." That he paused a bit, looking back at the other man. He had no idea where Wen Ning's tastes lie, but he wanted to make certain it was known that Wanyin was not out to ravage anyone.
Wen Ning swallows, mostly continuing to keep his head bowed and by the end of the other's talking the tips of his ears have gone pink. He understands what the other needs of him, what he doesn't need and he feels a sort of twist in his stomach. This is the part that Wen Qing would handle better than he, the pain at a loveless marriage when inwardly he's a romantic, inwardly he wants to be wanted.
"I understand what you do and do not require of me," he says softly, voice wavering just slightly but he's trying to keep it steady but he's nervous and intimidated.
"If you desire me, I am willing," he says but he doesn't believe the other would. He knew what he was getting into with this arrangement but in reality, it's a lot more difficult to face. "If you do not, I will simply focus on the tasks you put to me." Wen Ning is a follower and he is obedient, he doesn't ask for anything most of the time and often that is because he doesn't feel deserving.
The offer puts him off guard. Wanyin is not one to assume because...well, no one wanted him before. He doesn't know what to make of Wen Ning's offer. Surely, he knew that he wanted something physical, it wouldn't be with just Wanyin, right?
"What do you want, Wen Ning?" The question is soft and he sits down, trying not to let the extra energy make him move. "Are you offering because you want me or because you want the concept of desire? Either answer is not wrong." But he needs to know as the other didn't marry just one man, even though the other was lurking somewhere.
Wen Ning swallows and the blush spreads from ears to cheeks and he glances up when the other sits down. His hands tighten behind his back and he swallows nervously. He knows the situation he married into.
"I..." it's less of a stumble and more the fact he's still formulating his answer this time.
"I want .. both," he whispers. "But also for this marriage to mean something more than convenience for you."
He wants to be wanted but he doesn't dare say that and he doesn't expect it.
How many of his generation was brought up feeling unwanted? The concept angers him as he's one of their numbers. His siblings tried their best to offset what his parents did and didn't do, but only so much could be done. With his sect nearly burnt to ash, he collected the stragglers, the unwanted, and made them wanted.
Most of his Sect Leader Scowl leaves his face as he softens, looking up at Wen Ning now. Wanyin reaches out, tugging on the others sleeve so he could take a hand. "Come sit. You are a good man-not because of all this." Some would say that Wen Ning was a martyr to give himself to the Yunmeng Patriarch. Wanyin is not so dismissive. "You were a good man before all this, too. Anyone, anyone would be lucky to have you. I hope I can live up to your expectations and deliver what you need."
Private vows that no one else needed to hear. They were something sincere in place of the pomp and fippery that the public demanded to see.
Wen Ning looks up again as the other tugs on his sleeve and there's surprise at the gesture but he allows it, allows Jiang Wanyin to take his hand. He swallows nervously as he moves to sit, biting on the inside of his cheek and feeling uncertain what to do with his other hand now that he doesn't have them both clasped behind his back.
He doesn't really understand why the other would say such things about him. He has always tried to be good, believed in helping people in any way that he could. Still, he didn't feel as if he were deserving of anyone, that someone would be lucky to have him. That feels absurd for him. But he is not the type to argue even when confused over something.
"You..." he starts and then stops. "You do not have to if it is not what you want. I know you have someone... I don't expect..." to be special.
All he needed was that moment of Wen Ning voicing his own fears from years ago. He didn't deserve anyone, he didn't expect anyone to like him. In that moment, Wanyin decided that this one, too, was his. Xue Yang would agree, he was certain of it.
"You do not get to dictate what I want and what I don't want," Wanyin began slowly, keeping Wen Ning's hand in his. "Just as I do not get to dictate what you want or don't want. Yes, I have someone. And I will not leave him. He will not leave me. And I will not leave you, either. Things will be worked out. It will be alright."
Wen Ning bows his head again, swallowing. He hadn't meant to imply he's trying to do that... he just would accept if he isn't wanted. He stares at their hands and he doesn't know really what's happening. His experiences in the world are so few. Wen Qing had always kept him quite sheltered books were not a good substitute for experience.
There's a warm rush that washes through him at the innocent question. Oh, the things he could teach this one! What sounds could he pull from that mouth that knew nothing? The expressions of lost wonder on such a sweet face... Wanyin knew where some of that initial emotion was coming from and smiles warmly.
"Yes. But it's not a simple answer, nor is the question simple, either. We should get to know each other better, don't you think?"
Wen Ning smiles shyly then. It's small but it's a start. He nods, his eyes drifting down to their hands again and he likes it, holding the other's hand.
Wanyin smiles. He's sweet and he was going to taste so good. For now, he simply focuses on the hand holding, squeezing their fingers slightly before relaxing. "And there is too much to know about me! Perhaps that balances us out, hmm?"
They can relax and feel each other out, for now. Wen Ning was not like Xue Yang and it's desirable in different ways. He feels like he can be the big brother who takes care of others, in a way. The other keeps his edges honed and he likes that, too.
"There's no rush, either." He stresses, knowing that is a possible hinderance. He doesn't want to push too far against the other's comfort zone. "We can take all the time we need to get to know each other."
Wen Ning flushes a little at the simple squeeze of his fingers. He likes it, holding hands.
"Mm," Wen Ning agrees, there is much to know about the other. Wen Ning knows the stories but that doesn't mean he knows the man very much at all. He hadn't known exactly what to expect going into this.
Wen Ning smiles shyly again and nods. "I...am not as fragile as I seem," he says softly. Maybe his health can be fragile and he is soft in heart but he's not weak of mind or scared of this -- especially if he is wanted. Easily intimidated, but not scared.
"I hope I will not disappoint you," in this, in the other things expected of him.
"You will not," Wanyin assures him, shifting just a little closer. He's fairly certain that Wen Ning hasn't been with anyone given his sister and the Wen's general situation. This was going to be interesting navigation and the thought of it has his nerves twitching in eagerness.
"I... take it you haven't been with anyone before?" He's not sure if he's being reassuring asking about it, but he needs to know. It would help him gauge how assertive he could be.
Wen Ning swallows as the other shifts closer. He hadn't been sure what to expect from the other but he doesn't think this is it. It's far from his expectations at the very least in tone. His heart skips a beat or two from just having the other man closer to him, feeling the warmth radiating some beside him and hyperaware of the space and in some places the lack of space between them.
"N..no," Wen Ning flushes, bowing his head deeper and he's not sure if it's a good thing or not... Would Wanyin rather he have experience already -- to already know how to pleasure a man with ease?
He hadn't expected that thrill to run down his spine, but it does. Just the way Wen Ning looks, his answers, and uncertainty has Wanyin practically drooling. And while he normally has this side of his nature under tight control, he can't help it. He simply cannot help it slip a little. How far can he push? How far does he want to push?
He wants to taste the answers on Wen Ning's lips for himself. Instead, he hums warmly, feeling another rush of power and that he does tamp down. "Have you," Wanyin asks, his voice like warm honey, "thought about it?"
Wen Ning's blush is probably more than enough of an answer but he shyly peers up at Jiang Cheng without really raising his head. He feels like his hairs are standing on edge, sensing... something... anticipating. He swallows heavily, his fingers curling into his robes over his thigh.
He can't bring himself to answer out loud but there is an almost imperceptible nod. He's still a man after all, of course, he's thought about it.
He gives Wen Ning a smile of approval as he lifts their joined hands up to his lips. There he just brushes A-Ning's knuckles against his mouth, letting his lip get pushed over before the softer flesh returns to its original position. His eyes are locked on the other's face as he presses a soft kiss to the finger tip, watching for a reaction.
"You are allowed to say no," he adds, adding another kiss which is more of a caress of his mouth. "Whenever it's too much, or if you don't like it. Any time, you can say it."
Wen Ning's eyes widen as he feels the warmth of the other's lips, his breath against his knuckles. His heart races and he flushes more again, fingers tightening again on his thigh. He feels a rush of heat that makes him shift. He nods a little.
"I don't..want to say no right now," he manages, he likes this... it is just a lot and he's not sure what he should do...if anything. Should such simple presses oft he other's mouth make him feel like a fire is starting in the pit of his stomach?
Oh, yes this was a good idea. Just watching A-Ning experience this first hand has him hard and throbbing. He wants to take the other man apart piece by piece and put him back together. He slowly kisses each finger, turning their hands around in the process while he speaks between each press.
"That's good. I'm glad." He keeps his tone the consistency of warm honey while he opens the other hand up, stroking the palm with is thumb. "I think, for my wedding gift to you, I would like nothing more than to watch you soak and drown in the pleasure of my doing. Would you allow me that much, A-Ning?" He doesn't wait for an answer as he lowers his head to kiss the center of the palm, opening his mouth so that he could flick his tongue over the sensitized skin.
Wen Ning's breath is quick now, uneven and he presses his legs together tightly, not knowing what to do in this moment, with this intense need. The other's words make him feel heady, are like molton lava in his veins. He might well end up being red all over by the time this is done. He parts his lips to say something but, anything but then the other's mouth is on his palm, the skin sensitive and the anticipation ramped up so high.
Wen Ning whimpers and then bites his lip quickly at the sound. But after that he manages a meek "Yes," and he's already starting to feel like he's drowning.
Wanyin shudders with a groan at that response. It's enough to make him teethe the heel of A-Ning's palm in an attempt to collect himself. When he looks back up, there's a dark fire in his eyes. "Oh, my sweet," he purrs, lifting his head to bring it closer. "I want to pluck you apart, piece by piece, and hear you sing for me."
And with that, he presses one soft, gentle kiss to the corner of Wen Ning's mouth. Wanyin lingers there for a moment, just to gauge the other's reaction, then shifts slightly to press another more squarely against the lips before him.
The teething sends a thrill through the young man and his eyes widen for a brief moment. He swallows and finds himself unable to look away from Wanyin for even a second, his words could have been terrifying but they weren't, not in this way. They ignited a burning desire, a sort that's new for Wen Ning, hotter, more intense.
He inhales sharply at the soft kiss, eyes closing and he leans forward a little and then is rewarded it seems like with the full press of Wanyin's lips against his own. He mewls softly into the kiss, awkwardly kissing back.
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"I have no expectations," Wen Ning says softly. "I will serve and aid you in whatever way you require of me."
Wen Ning doesn't even begin to know how to expect more than that.
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"Well." He started to pace even though his steps were slow and methodical. "I do need more people to train the future cultivators in Yunmeng. And I remember you are excellent in archery, are you not?" It didn't matter if Wen Ning was high or low on the cultivation chain. What mattered was that he had a core and he could do more with that than Wanyin could.
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"I...I am," Wen Ning says, voice unsteady. He knows to fear Wanyin somewhat and he does. There's very few things that he's skilled at combat or cultivation wise but he is good at archery... as well as cooking, medicine (though not as good as Wen Qing by any stretch) and other more menial things.
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"Good," he answered back, not bringing to light how nervous he's making the other. It's habit for him and a way to preserve himself. "I shall expect you to teach my young cultivators, then. They will need a calm and patient hand." He couldn't do it. But he knows Wen Ning's nature and he thinks that will work well. "You may have your choice of rooms, of course. And you are not expected to be in my bed unless you wish to be." That he paused a bit, looking back at the other man. He had no idea where Wen Ning's tastes lie, but he wanted to make certain it was known that Wanyin was not out to ravage anyone.
Not unless they demanded nicely, of course.
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"I understand what you do and do not require of me," he says softly, voice wavering just slightly but he's trying to keep it steady but he's nervous and intimidated.
"If you desire me, I am willing," he says but he doesn't believe the other would. He knew what he was getting into with this arrangement but in reality, it's a lot more difficult to face. "If you do not, I will simply focus on the tasks you put to me." Wen Ning is a follower and he is obedient, he doesn't ask for anything most of the time and often that is because he doesn't feel deserving.
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"What do you want, Wen Ning?" The question is soft and he sits down, trying not to let the extra energy make him move. "Are you offering because you want me or because you want the concept of desire? Either answer is not wrong." But he needs to know as the other didn't marry just one man, even though the other was lurking somewhere.
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"I..." it's less of a stumble and more the fact he's still formulating his answer this time.
"I want .. both," he whispers. "But also for this marriage to mean something more than convenience for you."
He wants to be wanted but he doesn't dare say that and he doesn't expect it.
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Most of his Sect Leader Scowl leaves his face as he softens, looking up at Wen Ning now. Wanyin reaches out, tugging on the others sleeve so he could take a hand. "Come sit. You are a good man-not because of all this." Some would say that Wen Ning was a martyr to give himself to the Yunmeng Patriarch. Wanyin is not so dismissive. "You were a good man before all this, too. Anyone, anyone would be lucky to have you. I hope I can live up to your expectations and deliver what you need."
Private vows that no one else needed to hear. They were something sincere in place of the pomp and fippery that the public demanded to see.
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He doesn't really understand why the other would say such things about him. He has always tried to be good, believed in helping people in any way that he could. Still, he didn't feel as if he were deserving of anyone, that someone would be lucky to have him. That feels absurd for him. But he is not the type to argue even when confused over something.
"You..." he starts and then stops. "You do not have to if it is not what you want. I know you have someone... I don't expect..." to be special.
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"You do not get to dictate what I want and what I don't want," Wanyin began slowly, keeping Wen Ning's hand in his. "Just as I do not get to dictate what you want or don't want. Yes, I have someone. And I will not leave him. He will not leave me. And I will not leave you, either. Things will be worked out. It will be alright."
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He nods meekly, glancing up at his new husband.
"Does that mean that you do... want me?"
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"Yes. But it's not a simple answer, nor is the question simple, either. We should get to know each other better, don't you think?"
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"I am sorry there is not a lot to know of me."
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They can relax and feel each other out, for now. Wen Ning was not like Xue Yang and it's desirable in different ways. He feels like he can be the big brother who takes care of others, in a way. The other keeps his edges honed and he likes that, too.
"There's no rush, either." He stresses, knowing that is a possible hinderance. He doesn't want to push too far against the other's comfort zone. "We can take all the time we need to get to know each other."
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"Mm," Wen Ning agrees, there is much to know about the other. Wen Ning knows the stories but that doesn't mean he knows the man very much at all. He hadn't known exactly what to expect going into this.
Wen Ning smiles shyly again and nods. "I...am not as fragile as I seem," he says softly. Maybe his health can be fragile and he is soft in heart but he's not weak of mind or scared of this -- especially if he is wanted. Easily intimidated, but not scared.
"I hope I will not disappoint you," in this, in the other things expected of him.
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"I... take it you haven't been with anyone before?" He's not sure if he's being reassuring asking about it, but he needs to know. It would help him gauge how assertive he could be.
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"N..no," Wen Ning flushes, bowing his head deeper and he's not sure if it's a good thing or not... Would Wanyin rather he have experience already -- to already know how to pleasure a man with ease?
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He wants to taste the answers on Wen Ning's lips for himself. Instead, he hums warmly, feeling another rush of power and that he does tamp down. "Have you," Wanyin asks, his voice like warm honey, "thought about it?"
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He can't bring himself to answer out loud but there is an almost imperceptible nod. He's still a man after all, of course, he's thought about it.
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"You are allowed to say no," he adds, adding another kiss which is more of a caress of his mouth. "Whenever it's too much, or if you don't like it. Any time, you can say it."
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"I don't..want to say no right now," he manages, he likes this... it is just a lot and he's not sure what he should do...if anything. Should such simple presses oft he other's mouth make him feel like a fire is starting in the pit of his stomach?
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"That's good. I'm glad." He keeps his tone the consistency of warm honey while he opens the other hand up, stroking the palm with is thumb. "I think, for my wedding gift to you, I would like nothing more than to watch you soak and drown in the pleasure of my doing. Would you allow me that much, A-Ning?" He doesn't wait for an answer as he lowers his head to kiss the center of the palm, opening his mouth so that he could flick his tongue over the sensitized skin.
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Wen Ning whimpers and then bites his lip quickly at the sound. But after that he manages a meek "Yes," and he's already starting to feel like he's drowning.
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And with that, he presses one soft, gentle kiss to the corner of Wen Ning's mouth. Wanyin lingers there for a moment, just to gauge the other's reaction, then shifts slightly to press another more squarely against the lips before him.
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He inhales sharply at the soft kiss, eyes closing and he leans forward a little and then is rewarded it seems like with the full press of Wanyin's lips against his own. He mewls softly into the kiss, awkwardly kissing back.
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