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

[10.] Rich and handsome, proud and skilled with the sword.

- You wanted to ask questions, Zewu-Jun...  -   Jiang Wanyin said shyly, reminding him.

Lan Xichen kissed his cheek quickly and sat up in the bed, releasing him from his tight grip over his body, and when Sandu Shengshou moved close to cuddle into him, he opened his arms and pulled him in, smiling.

- Are you happy, Jiang Wanyin? – he asked simply.

- Very, Zewu-Jun. – he blushed.

- Tell me what you like, what you hate... I want to know.  –  he whispered, closing his eyes, and now listening to his husband's voice, as he was telling him, insecure at first, but then getting more and more excited about things, his voice ringing through the Hánshì, his laughter bouncing off the walls and windows. He wondered how this amazing person had been sleeping in his bed for months now, and he had never noticed his bright light.

- So, you like chili dishes, and you hate Wei Wuxian. Is that it? Am I missing something?  –  he laughed, amused, feeling his husband snuggle closer, hiding his face in his robe and laugh a little.

- No, that's right. That's it, Zewu-Jun!  –  he smirked. – But I also hate Jin Zixuan, huh, I still think Shìjiè  has totally lost her mind! This man is dull and ugly, and so lost!  –  he huffed, outraged.

- Ugly? Hmmm. I think others will disagree. He is rich and handsome, proud, and quite skilled with the sword.  –  Lan Xichen mocked. – Many women swoon for him still, even though he is married with a son!

- Not me...  -  Sandu Shengshou said shyly.

- No? Who do you think is handsome, Jiang Wanyin? Imagine you were still single. Who would you choose?  –  he joked, looking at his face for the answer.

- I... I have never been in love before, Zewu-Jun... -  he said, blushing and embarrassed.

- Before? Are you now?  –  he asked seriously.

- What kind of question is this, Lan Xichen!  - he tried to dodge the question again. – I am married, you know!

- It is an important question, husband.  –  he laughed. – Who are you in love with, Sandu Shengshou?

- I belong to my husband.  –  he said simply and looked away, flushed again. – There is no one else.

- No one?  –  Lan Xichen breathed in his face, bending over him, staring in the huge scared eyes. – Not ever?

Jiang Cheng shook his head, and said quietly:

- Today...  This was my first kiss, Zewu-Jun...

- Ah... -  Lan Xichen's heart was melting; it was truly an innocent boy he had in his arms. –  Would you like another then? I feel we should be catching up for lost time, Jiang Wanyin!  –  he smiled.

He nodded eagerly, ashamed of his own enthusiasm  –  it was unbecoming of a Clan Leader to act this way, but the pleasure was more than he had ever experienced, and he wanted more.

They kissed again, and again he felt Zewu-Jun's hard-on against his body. But this time, he escaped the perfect lips for a moment to stutter:

- Please, more... Please... I am begging you...

Lan Huan growled and pressed his body to his husband's, feeling him tremble underneath him. His mouth moved to kiss his neck and suck on his collarbone, listening to his desperate moans, the little love sounds he was letting out, caressing his back and holding him all the time.

- So sweet... It's so sweet...  -  he mumbled, burying his face in Jiang Cheng's hair. – Husband, your scent is so sweet... -  he whispered helplessly.

Sandu Shengshou was amazed – no one had ever spoken such words to him; he didn't quite know how to answer.

- All is for you, husband... -  he murmured.

These words made Lan Xichen growl again, and he flipped them over, and now Jiang Cheng was on top of him, and as he pulled himself up in the bed, he was sitting in his lap, surprised at how strong his husband was. Lan Xichen opened the front of his clothes impatiently, and stared in his eyes, imploring feverishly:

- Can I... I... Could I...  -   he swallowed hard at the fresh sight of the pale white skin.

- Please, never ask again...  -  Jiang Wanyin was gasping, placing his hands on his husband's shoulders and pulling him in to be closer to his naked torso.

With a deep sigh, Zewu-Jun buried his face in his chest, kissing him thirstily, licking his nipples carefully, enjoying and drinking the milk-white skin, moaning, lost  –  the taste, the scent  –  it was all intoxicating, and he could not say why.

Jiang Cheng was drowning. The hungry touch, his husband's hands and lips on him, the feeling of being claimed, owned, belonging  –  it all made him dizzy, and he could only hold him, moan for him, kiss his hair, his forehead, his eyes, and let him drink.

- I am here... Husband, I am here... Zewu-Jun... It's so amazing...  -  he was murmuring, tasting pleasure beyond his wildest dreams.

- How could I waste half a year... so many months... I am a fool... a fool.  –  Lan Xichen was mumbling, going back to kiss the open mouth, and enjoy the plump lips that responded to his immediately, without fail.

They spent the rest of the day in bed, ignoring the knocks on the door at lunchtime.