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

[24.] Black out the past.

Lan Xichen bit his lip, it was becoming unbearable.  He vaguely thought that the chances of finding someone hotter than his own husband, ever in this lifetime, were almost zero, were most probably zero. 

He shivered all over and leaned down so abruptly that Jiang Wanyin gasped, surprised, but it was the next words that truly took his breath away:

- I will lie to you, Sandu Shengshou, if I tell you I don't want to fuck you...  And I don't want to lie to you, ever. Please, never lie to me too.  –  Lan Xichen grumbled, aroused even in this very second.

– You are a dream, you are everything I could ask for, and more.  -  he continued.  -  A month ago I thought that I just wanted you, that I was just hungry for your body  –  the most amazing body possible, offering so many ways to love and be loved, so many doors to pleasure and lovemaking! A body that can even give me a child...  A miracle, a thing of beauty, a thing to be envied by the Gods!

He was panting, his excitement and the fast words were making it hard for him to breathe. Lan Huan shook his head and smiled.

- And now...  Now that I know you better, Sandu Shengshou, I see the real you! I see you down to your core, I see your light... You have had a terrible life, full of pain and betrayal, but your spirit is very much alive! You are brave and bold, honest and never two-faced! And at the same time, you are so patient and kind... to me...  It makes me want to cry, my love...

Jiang Cheng smiled faintly and lifted his hand to cup his face. Lan Xichen closed his eyes, enjoying his touch, and said, mesmerized:

- I will kill anyone who wants to hurt you... anyone who insults you or dares say you are less than perfect. You are mine, and I have vowed to protect you. And I will.

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng understood. His lover liked him for who he was, even if he himself hated it. He understood that he was the one who had to kiss him. Lan Xichen liked it when he was harsh and willful and impulsive  –  all the things he had always been judged for in the past. He now knew he was truly blessed  –  the chances of him finding a better spouse were null, non-existent. 

He murmured:

- Stop talking, Zewu-Jun. You talk too much.

Lan Xichen was watching him, fascinated, as he lifted his hands, smiling at him, and undid his hair decoration and then his trembling fingers reached and removed his Gusu headband too. Now his hair fell all heavy over the two of them, and Jiang Wanyin slid his warm hands in it, pulling him down gently.

- Come to me. I love you too. I want you too!  –  he exhaled and merged their mouths together.