[[忘羡 | WangXian 3]] : Our Flesh And Bones

[91.] Screams.🔞

He was looking up, staring in Lan Wangji's eyes, feeling his grip on his body tighten, feeling his body heat. Their lips parted and the world stopped again.

- Khhhmmm. I do hope you have a good present for your husband, Wei Qianbei.  - Jiang Cheng knew that  –  if left to their resources  –  those two would soon be kissing and fucking like rabbits.

- Mmmm...  -  Wei Ying couldn't quite concentrate. –  Which room would be ours for the stay, Brother?  –  he asked distractedly, knowing that those glazed golden eyes meant only one thing.

Jiang Cheng clenched his teeth and told him. 

He nodded, satisfied, and murmured close into Lan Zhan's face:

- Away from the master bedroom...

Lan Wangji blushed, remembering their conversation on that topic, and leaned in closer and kissed his lips, it was too much to bear any more. His hair fell to the front over his shoulders and covered them both, but their soft moans were very clear in the dead silence of the hall. 

Soon Wei Wuxian broke the kiss, and, taking his husband's hand, and bowing hurriedly to both his brother and his brother-in-law, he blurted urgently:

- Good night, Zewu-Jun, good night, Jiang Wanyin. We are a little tired and have to...we have to... uhhhhh..... -  he rushed out of the door, dragging a dizzy Lan Zhan behind him, who could only stutter:

- I... Mmmm....

Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng were gaping again, now all alone in the big room, and finally able to remove their robes too  –  the hall was still too warm. Zewu-Jun shook his head and smiled:

- Those two are truly happy. How wonderful.

- Hmmm.  -  Jiang Wanyin was all flushed up and bothered after watching all this.

- What is it, darling?  –  Lan Huan put his hand on his lover's shoulder.

- How can they be so shameless?! Truly!   –  he exploded, outraged.

- Well... sometimes two people love each other so deeply that they constantly crave to be together... Some love showing it, others – don't.  –  he answered diplomatically.

- What?  -  Jiang Wanyin turned to face him now.  –  It sounds like... you are... defending them??

- Umm...  -  he blushed.

- What now? Don't tell me... Lan Huan, don't tell me you want the same thing?  –  he stared in his face, astonished.

Lan Xichen was blushing deeply, not daring to look his beloved in the eyes.

- I... It makes no difference to me, dearest...  -  he murmured.

Jiang Wanyin grabbed his chin and lifted his face so that he could see his eyes as they talked.

- Why do I doubt your words right now, Lan Xichen?  –  he grumbled.

Zewu-Jun's eyes were bright and his soft lips were parted. The strong hand on his chin made him gasp, he yearned to be held, just like his brother was held just a minute ago. Jiang Cheng was observing him judgingly, frowning. 

But soon Zewu-Jun's eyes filled with tears, and he lifted his hand to caress his beloved Wanyin's face. He whispered:

- I will take whatever you are ready to give me, Wanyin. I love you.

Jiang Cheng let go of his face, but his fingers wiped the silent tears that rolled down the pale cheeks, and he leaned in closer to kiss him. Sometimes the sorrow in Lan Xichen's eyes made him want to scream. Tonight was one such time. 

He mumbled:

- I don't need to prove to the world that I love you too, Huan. I only want to be proving it to you.

Lan Xichen nodded, laughing briefly through tears, and murmuring:

- Absolutely. Forgive me, Sandu Shengshou...

Jiang Cheng's strong arms held him, smiling a little now:

- I never again want to see tears in those beautiful eyes of yours, Zewu-Jun. Promise me.

Lan Xichen was hiding his face in his neck, but smiled faintly and murmured:

- No. Never again. I promise, my love.

- I love you, Zewu-Jun.

- I love you too, Sandu Shengshou.