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

[27.] Brush and blush.

He didn't have to wait long. The scent of freshness and frost that Lan Xichen always had about his person, that was distinct in his magic too, hit him like a wave, embracing him, as his face approached his own and his lips touched him, kissing his cheek, but – as he opened his mouth slightly  –  soon the soft lips were touching and caressing his. 

He opened his eyes, and wrapped his arms around his husband's shoulders, getting closer, kissing deeper, letting him in more. He moaned a little, as the kiss was melting him, like always, and this was momentarily a signal for Lan Huan to touch him, caressing him, as his hands roamed his body, carefully visiting every part of him that he could reach.

For a moment, Jiang Cheng was sorry that he had come; both of them craved for each other so strongly now that they wished they were in their bedroom. He knew where this was going. He was hindering his husband from working, he knew this, but Lan Xichen didn't seem to mind. Their kiss was getting deeper and more passionate and thirsty  –  if they didn't break it now, the day would be wasted. 

Once again, he pushed him away gently, murmuring, awfully flushed, panting:

- Zewu-Jun, please... Please...

- Forgive me... Forgive me...  Husband... I am so hungry for you... I have never thought that I'll have trouble controlling myself like that... about... this....  -  Lan Huan huffed, breathless too.

Sandu Shengshou felt slightly guilty, so now he hugged his waist and murmured:

- I should let you work. I just wanted to check on you... Are you hungry? I could bring you tea? Can I ---

- My love, you don't have to serve me...  We have servants for this.  –  Lan Xichen smiled and lifted his chin up so that he could stare in his eyes.

- I know... -  he mumbled. – But I want to... I miss you...  -  he whimpered.

- I miss you too, sweetheart... Please, stay. I will be done with the letters soon. We can watch the training of the Juniors later? Will you join me? Do you feel like sparring? Or you still feel unwell?

- I want to!  -  Jiang Cheng beamed.  –  If I can be with you, I want to come! But the sparring has to wait, Zewu-Jun... My knees are too weak...  -  he mumbled.

Lan Xichen smirked and leaned in to whisper in his ear:

- Mmmm, perhaps it's because of our amazing lovemaking, husband? What do you say?

- Lan Xichen!!! -  Jiang Wanyin blushed and tried to escape his arms, but his husband laughed and squeezed tighter.

- Why are you so shy, my little one? I have never known you to be so shy, you know. I was thinking about it yesterday. I have known you for years, Sandu Shengshou; we have seen each other many times in the past  –  and I have never seen you blush! But in the last weeks you are blushing every day! It's a mystery, Wanyin!   –  he puffed, amused at the failing attempts of his lover to wriggle his way out of his embrace.

Jiang Wanyin was blushing deeply, too embarrassed. How could he tell him that it was all because of him...  In the past, he cared for no one; perhaps only about his Shìjiè. Now she was married and too far away from him... 

His parents pushed him away; he had no friends; his brother was absolutely insane...  And now, now... Here, now, he was loved, his body – adored, and he felt so safe that he would even dare dream about children. How would he tell him that he was the center of his universe right now... that he only needed one... that he only needed him...? 

He couldn't.