[曦澄 | XiCheng]: The Fear Of Falling In Love [~PART 1~]

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Jiang Cheng was now taking in impossibly shallow breaths as his heart was racing too badly; he was shivering all over. He stared up, drowning in the darkness of Zewu-Jun's eyes, the unmistakable desire that resided in that look. He dared not move, lest the spell be broken. He listened, panting, a little scared and thus  -  extremely excited.

- I know that you love me, A-Cheng... You don't need to prove it to me... You don't need force to have your way... One smile is enough, my darling...  Just ask, and you can have anything. Anything in the world, Wanyin...  Anything your heart desires... You don't need to be on top to have me, possess me completely, my love... I thought you knew that, my little kitten...

At this point, Jiang Cheng just couldn't  take it any more; he whimpered and begged:

- Kiss me... Kiss me... I have missed you so miserably... Oh, Huan... Oh, husband!!!

Lan Xichen's eyes closed, and for a second there Jiang Cheng thought that there was pure serenity written all over his face. Even in this poor room, even in this awful bed, even in the simplest clothes, Zewu-Jun looked like a prince.  

He buried his trembling fingers in the long dark hair, and let the kiss take him. Soft, gentle lips were caressing his, and he opened his mouth more, inviting his beloved again, promising access to him, all of him. Lan Xichen smiled at this readiness, letting his tongue lick the plump lips slowly and slide down to be entwined with his husband's. Jiang Cheng could not help but moan; the kiss was slow and so long expected that he wondered how he had survived for two full days without Zewu-Jun's magical kisses.

- Forgive me... I hurt you... Forgive me, Zewu-Jun...  -  Jiang Wanyin was whispering in the dark  –  they didn't need the candle any more in order to find each other.

- Just talk to me, husband... You can tell me anything. I love you. So much, Wanyin...  -  Lan Huan sighed, kissing his neck, and kissing down, licking his lover's nipples in the now absolutely dark and cool room.

- Ahhh, Huan...

- So tasty... so delicious, my dearest... Those are the most perfect breasts I have ever seen...  -  Lan Huan grinned, knowing that Sandu Shengshou was blushing severely now.

- Ummm... Ooh! Mmmm... How... how many breasts have you seen... uh, Zewu-Jun!... before deciding this?  -  Jiang Cheng asked shyly.

He gasped as Lan Xichen's hot palms were fondling his small sensitive breasts, and his mouth now sucked on his nipples harder after those words. It felt amazing  –  the sensation of the twirling tongue over an area that was turning into one of his strongest erogenous zones.

- Too many to count, Sandu Shengshou!  –  Lan Xichen sniggered, stopping for a second to catch his breath.

- Lan Huan!!!  -  Jiang Cheng cried and pushed him away from himself abruptly.

Zewu-Jun sat back, too surprised by the sheer force to be able to react in any way. He laughed at the challenge and got back on top of his husband, but now Jiang Cheng had turned his head to the side and was pouting.

- Say that you are mine, kitten.  –  Lan Huan growled.

Jiang Cheng bit his lip  –  uh that voice....

- No.  –  he mumbled.

- Say that you love me, kitten...

Things were getting worse as now Zewu-Jun licked his ear gently. 

He swallowed hard and mumbled again:

- No.

- Say that you want me, kitten... Just for yourself...

Lan Xichen's teeth sank gently and slowly into his neck, and his body involuntarily arched so that their hips and loins touched. Jiang Cheng was having a hard time to draw breath.

- No...

- Say that you will never take another, kitten... Say that you will be forever mine... Always...

A faint yell escaped Jiang Wanyin's mouth as now Zewu-Jun's hand found it way in the darkness and slid down inside his pants, caressing extremely gently. 

He managed to gather all his willpower and to exhale weakly:

- No... no... Uh... Oh, no...

- I so like it when you moan for me, my little one...  -  Lan Xichen was murmuring, as he now understood he had to reassure him, tell him what felt good, tell him he was doing well.

- No... Zewu-Jun... No...  -  Jiang Cheng was moaning, but his body was welcoming the fine long fingers without a second's hesitation.

- Oh, Wanyin... So wet...so wet, my love... Do you want me to stop...?  Mmmmm.  –  Lan Huan purred in his ear, letting his fingers slide slowly, but surely between his thighs.

- No...  -  Jiang Wanyin whispered in a trance, giving in.  –  Don't stop... Don't leave...  -  his voice trailed.  –  I love you with everything I am... with everything I have...  Even if you had thousands of lovers before me... Huan...

- Do you want me to make love to you tonight, my beautiful husband?  –  Zewu-Jun asked darkly, aroused more and more by the hotness and wetness his hand was sinking in now.

- Yes... Yes... Yes, my love... Take me slowly... Take me gently...  Deeply...  -  Jiang Cheng's eyes were rolling back, his voice was low and husky, his heat was threatening to overflow all his senses again.  –  Show me... Huan, show me... Show me that I am the one... I need to know...

Lan Xichen sat back, taking him gently in his arms and pulling their pants down.

- You are my one. You will always be my one, Wanyin...  -  he whispered in his neck as his strong hands placed him comfortably in his lap, and they became one with a deep sigh of satisfaction.