Shifts and Decisions
How Jing Yuan's and Yanqing's relationship grows into something much more intimate as time goes on.
Warnings: NS/FW, age gap, Jing Yuan X Yanqing(which isn't for everyone, so don't read this if it's not your cup of tea please)
Yanqing gets more and more infatuated with the General
Jing Yuan notices that of course. Yanqing is not subtle in his admiration and too young to conceal it too. He doesn’t think much of it. Yanqing has his first crush, it’s a puppy love, it’ll fade in time.
But it doesn’t.
The older Yanqing gets the deeper his crush becomes. From his first wet dreams to strange thoughts and physical reactions whenever he catches the General smiling at him or sparring with him.
The older he gets the more aware he gets of his body’s reactions to the General. The racing heart, the blood rushing in his ears, the longing to get closer, the urge to grab and kiss-
Especially when he’s home at night, lying in bed, but sleep doesn’t come to him. Instead he thinks about the General. How he smiled that day, how he moved during their sparring session, how those loose clothes hid pale skin stretching over taunt muscles-
He has his first orgasm to the thought of glowing golden eyes boring into his and a strong body towering over his own.
Meanwhile, Jing Yuan catches himself growing more and more attached too. He cannot deny it, but he notices a bit too keenly just how much Yanqing matures over the years. How he grows, how his features get sharper, his muscles more defined, his voice deeper…
The first time Jing Yuan catches his own hand slipping into his pants to the image of cheerful golden eyes and shining blonde hair, he is puzzled by himself. But he cannot stop either. Nor can he stop imagining this beautiful young man beneath him, naked and crying from being overwhelmed by pleasure- He comes all over his hand with a groan. But strangely, the guilt never settles in.
Not when he meets Yanqing the next day and not when Jing Yuan calls it a day and intends to get some rest but ends up repeating the same events from last night.
Both spend their nights jerking off and falling asleep to the thought of the other.
On top of all that Jing Yuan spends more and more time with his disciple outside of training.
He buys him lunch, instead of going home after training Jing Yuan accompanies him for a walk through town, indulges Yanqing whenever he buys new swords and wants his recommendations and advice(although he wonders if Yanqing himself doesn’t know much more about how to judge a sword’s quality).
Jing Yuan never acts on his growing desire for the much younger man. That is until Yanqing starts to get bolder.
Yanqing gets closer in battle, pushes his body against the General’s whenever he can during their sparring sessions, lets his hands brush and touch Jing Yuan whenever the opportunity arrises.
And Jing Yuan notices. Of course he does because Yanqing is never subtle.
Until one day he indulges Yanqing, or maybe indulges himself just as much. He pushes his disciple, overwhelms him with his sheer strength, until Yanqing loses his footing. And within an instant he has the younger man pinned beneath him, with his hips on either side of Yanqing’s.
He stares down at him with a grin, an almost playful glint in his eyes, but he doesn’t fail to catch Yanqing’s expression.
It changes quickly from surprise to something else. And the flash of desire doesn’t pass Jing Yuan by unnoticed. Jing Yuan smirks as the younger man’s erection begins to press against him and Yanqing’s reaction is too endearing. The younger man’s cheeks flush, his hands twitch as if he’s not sure what to do now, he nibbles on his lower lip…
It takes a lot of Jing Yuan’s willpower to not grind into him, to not claim what is offered. But he realizes that Yanqing is making it harder and harder for him to resist. Though this is neither the time nor the place. Jing Yuan pulls away, allows Yanqing to leave, who is visibly shaken, caught between being embarrassed and turned on.
As Jing Yuan watches him leave he can’t deny anymore how his will to push Yanqing away gets weaker by the day.
“General, why does someone who has no one to answer to, hesitate sometimes to do what he wants?” Yanqing asks him one day and Jing Yuan pauses, takes note of how bold his disciple is. Still not subtle. Nor is he capable of hiding his emotions. He doesn’t look at him, his cheeks are flushed, and his bottom lip is pulled between his teeth. Jing Yuan stares a little bit too hard at those lips.
“Sometimes, even people at the top need someone else to give them a little push,” he answers, and realizes that he just practically tore down any remaining shred of his will to fight his attraction and desire for the younger man. All that’s left is a final step that either of them has to take.
But Jing Yuan doubts it has to be him. He says nothing more. Neither does Yanqing.
Night falls eventually and Jing Yuan is ready to call it a day when he notices a presence in his private chambers. Only very few people are allowed in here and know how to get in here without alerting the guards, so he is not surprised to find Yanqing in the door when Jing Yuan emerges from his bathroom.
His disciple stands unsure in the doorway, gaze turned to the side, struggling with himself. He wears his night robes, Jing Yuan notices, so he wonders if Yanqing planned this after their earlier conversation or if the spur of the moment led him here.
And Yanqing doesn’t know himself what brought him here. He couldn’t sleep, the General’s words running through his head over and over again. Before his dazed mind had caught on he found himself in front of the General’s doors. He wants to take his chance, wants to stop this little game they’re playing. He didn’t misinterpret what the General said today, right?
Whatever brings him here, Jing Yuan smiles and decides to take it from here. Maybe he should’ve sent him back, but Yanqing was right before. What is he worried about?
He stands before Yanqing, gently tilts his head up to meet his gaze in the dim light, and smiles. It takes some of the tension off his disciple. His shoulders slacken and he sighs.
Blissful and satisfying are the sensations spreading through him when Jing Yuan finally catches Yanqing’s lips with his own.
Yanqing doesn’t react, too shocked, too surprised by what is happening. But then he catches himself. He raises his arms to wrap them around the General’s neck, buries his hand in that white hair as if to tell him that he’s not letting go. The kiss is clumsy, dreams don’t compare to the real thing, so he lets the General take the lead, opens his mouth willingly and moans openly when Jing Yuan’s tongue meets his own.
The General wraps his arms around him, pulls him closer, lets him feel what Yanqing has been doing to him this whole time despite the thick robes they’re both wearing. And Yanqing shudders in his arms at the realization that he has been occupying the General's thoughts just as much as the other way around.
He is a whirlwind of being ecstatic, relieved and turned on when the General leads him to his bed.
Neither of them cares about anything but what happens inside these walls that night.
Jing Yuan only cares how heavenly and amazing the younger man feels in his grasp, revels in how open and unashamed of his emotions his disciple is as he gets lost in the feel of Yanqing’s body.
When Yanqing comes, he is a breathless and panting mess in the General’s arms, satisfied and happy but oh so exhausted.
And he still can't quite fathom how he’s gonna fall asleep in the General’s arms and bed every night from now on.
Just like Jing Yuan cannot quite grasp how and when his disciple turned into someone so much more important to him.
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