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

[34.] The Bath. [III] 🔞

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Lan Xichen was watching, amazed  -  his own sperm was now escaping his lover's tight opening as he pushed rigorously into him again. Yet, at one point, Jiang Wanyin stopped him sleepily, and his hand reached and pulled out his cock, making him growl and pull his fingers out of him, letting the white milk and his juice drip down his thighs freely, and the gentle fingers now pointed the erection between his buttocks  –  and opening himself again, he relaxed on top of Lan Huan again, this time with a wild scream, as it hurt more.

Lan Huan did not know that such pleasure could ever exist. Hitting the walls of his womb was amazing, but being inside his hot and tight ass was unbearable, and indescribably better. He reached so deep that Jiang Cheng could not breathe  –  the pleasure was too much again. 

He whispered weakly:

- Fuck me... Fuck me more... Please...

He relaxed his head over Lan Xichen's shoulder, hugging his body fully, and let him thrust in him, claiming his ass for the second time, riding the waves of pain and pleasure with an open mouth, kissing and licking his husband's skin in a trance. 

He was dripping with juices, and all was wet and slippery, but Zewu-Jun was too big for his slender body, and it hurt, but it was a pain he needed, and wanted.

- I love you... Husband, I love you so much...  -  he was babbling, too happy to be owned, to be filled up, to belong.

- You are mine, kitten... Only mine.  –  Zewu-Jun was growling, biting on his ear and his neck, squeezing him so tight to himself that he had no air, but he needed no air, as it all felt like dying anyway  –  it was too much.

Lan Xichen came for the second time, exploding in his lover's insides, shaking and feeling cold, drained. Jiang Wanyin was absolutely exhausted and could not move. His hair was wet from the bath, but also from all the sweat. He vaguely wondered whether the servants heard them, whether anyone was sleeping at all. 

He relaxed in Lan Huan's embrace as he took him out of the bath and placed him carefully in bed, murmuring:

- Are you alright? Please, tell me  –  are you alright, Wanyin? Do you need anything? Can I do anything?

He was desperate  –  the sex had been too wild. Sandu Shengshou's head was swaying, as if he was passed out, or dead, and he did not speak. Zewu-Jun could only do the logical  –  put some clean clothes on him and wrap him up in the blankets. 

He went to bed with a sinking heart, expecting problems in the morning.