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

[41.] My birthday presents.

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Sandu Shengshou crossed his arms in front of his chest and pouted.

- Tell me. Now! –  he snapped.

Lan Huan sighed and let go of the food, crossing his hands in his lap humbly, lowering his eyes too. 

He said simply:

- This year has been the best and the worst in my life. But I prefer to focus on the good, rather than the bad. I have never liked celebrating my birthday. It is not a happy date for me, as ... it always reminds me of my Mother's death. I am actually glad that this year I have the excuse and the chance to celebrate your  birthday rather than mine... This year I have been blessed with someone who loves me deeply, and whom I care about so much. Someone who promises me happiness and children's laughter...

He brushed tears away from his eyes now, the emotions were grabbing his throat and his voice was breaking, hoarse.

- What present could compare to this? Which jewel, which book is better? And, how much gold is it worth? Wanyin, you have already given me the most precious gift on earth.

He looked up and stretched out his arm. Defeated, Jiang Wanyin stepped closer and placed his hand in the warm palm, letting himself be pulled down again, and enveloped in warmth and softness.

- I don't want guests. I don't want celebrations. I don't want noise and music. I want your love. I want your kisses. I want your body, warm in my bed, giving in, belonging to me. –  he murmured, caressing Jiang Cheng lips, and cheeks and neck with gentle fingertips, smiling faintly as they were staring into each other's eyes, spellbound.

- You have my love, Zewu-Jun... -  Jiang Wanyin whispered. –  My body is yours... All my kisses are for you... I will never have another... I won't ever want another...

- My love... Nothing is more precious than you... Do you understand, Wanyin? –  he said sadly. –  I don't want presents... All the Clans will bring objects, but the priceless things in this world are not material, and cannot be bought with money. Like your kisses, Sandu Shengshou... How much must I pay to get a kiss...?

- Zewu-Jun... -  Jiang Cheng wrapped his arms around his shoulders and breathed in his face. –  I could ask the exact same question... Do you know how beautiful you are, my love...? Ethereal... Like a dream... And although I have never dreamed or even hoped to have someone so fine in my life, now that I do  –  I cannot believe my fortune, my luck. I can't believe how rich I am... You are my treasure, Lan Xichen... A treasure not of money and silk and precious stones. But of blood, and bones, and flesh, and skin. All of this is  mine.

He was speaking passionately and his hands were buried in Zewu-Jun's gorgeous hair; his eyes were burning and his face was flushed, and he spoke the words so close that his husband could feel them on his skin, as the beautiful lips were brushing against his cheek and he was shivering because of the sheer proximity. 

 They were like two magnets just a second away from being set free so that they could finally clash together. There was some invisible tension in the air between them, as their bodies yearned to merge, just like their hearts and minds yearned to be united, to be close and together constantly.