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

[54.] Intoxication. 🔞

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Ahem, 🔞.

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He licked his lips and closed his eyes, tilting his head to the side, inviting Lan Xichen to bite on his neck. Zewu-Jun let out a deep sigh and his lips were immediately sucking on the soft white skin, while his hands were touching and caressing the shivering slender body in his arms. 

He grumbled:

- You make me lose control, Sandu Shengshou... You make me lose myself...  No one can compare to you, lover... How amazing are you, Wanyin... I love you so much, husband... Uhhh...

- Mmmmm...  -  Jiang Wanyin purred, enjoying the warm touch on his skin too much. 

– What pleasure should it be today, my loved one? How do you want me today, Zewu-Jun...? How can I make you happy, husband?  Tell me... I am yours... Hurry...  -  he murmured, aroused and trembling with the anticipation of the ecstasy to come.

- You are offering yourself so beautifully, my love...  -  Lan Xichen sank his teeth in his shoulder, making him sigh with the pain and the pleasure.  –  Today I want that lovely tight ass of yours... Will you---

He did not finish because his husband immediately got off him and got on his hands and knees in the bed, ready, impatient. 

He panted, too turned on by those words:

- Please, hurry... I am burning up... Please, fuck me... Fuck me hard...

Lan Xichen listened to those words, painfully hard already. He watched, mesmerized, as Jiang Cheng moved to the head of the bed, lowering his torso and pressing his forehead to the pillow, arching his body in such a way that his hands were now on his buttocks, opening himself up, inviting his husband to own him, to claim him.

- Please...  -  he whimpered.

Zewu-Jun positioned himself between his legs, and his fingers touched the tender pink skin, caressing lightly. His husband was already very wet; he was watching in a trance the way Jiang Wanyin's fingers were grabbing at the flesh, pulling it to the sides, opening his body, too ready, waiting. The delicate pink ring was throbbing with the overwhelming desire, begging to be filled up, begging for the thirst to be quenched. He shivered all over and his hand led his erection straight into the welcoming center  –  no further preparation was necessary this time.

Jiang Cheng sighed deeply with satisfaction as he felt himself be filled up more and more   –  this time Lan Huan penetrated his body very slowly and gradually, not giving him breaks, but still being too careful still not to hurt him.

- Uhhhh... You don't know... just how good... it feels... husband...  -  he was gasping, out of breath.

Lan Xichen smiled and leaned over him, kissing his back and licking lightly on the bruises on his neck. His scent was driving him insane  –  it made him dizzy, his lover's body was intoxicating for him, all of it. 

He whispered in his ear eagerly:

- I know how good it feels, my love... I am inside you now...  -  he thrust even deeper, making Jiang Wanyin whimper.  –  So deep inside you, Sandu Shengshou... You are so hot, my love... So tight... Nothing can compare to this, I swear it to you...  -  he growled, barely controlling himself and his passion.

- Ohhh... Mmmmm...Please, move faster.... Please, take me harder... I am begging you. Husband, I am burning for you!  –  he wailed, feeling his lover's cock inside himself, pressing too deep inside of him, making it unbearable to endure, too hard to even breathe.

- So thirsty, kitten... So hot... Begging me to fuck you so hard every time... You are perfect, Jiang Cheng...  -  Lan Xichen was murmuring, his pacing quickening, and his thrusts getting harder and sharper.

Jiang Cheng was panting and biting his lips, but as he was getting impaled more and more brutally, he could not control himself any more. His hands were grabbing the sheets, and he was thankful that two strong hands were grabbing his hips, pinning him into position. 

He was screaming his soul out as he felt Lan Xichen reach in places that were not supposed to be reached, too deep inside his body, and just like every time  –  he wondered whether this time  he would push a little too hard, a little too much, and a little too deep, and pierce through him, pierce his heart. His mind lazily pondered what kind of awful self-control Zewu-Jun exercised every time as to stop himself at the right time and place, as to not kill him and make him bleed out every time they made love.

- You are amazing...amazing... -  the dry lips were murmuring, as he was hiding his flushed face in the pillow and his hands were searching for support as the thrusts were strong, violent, pushing him over the edge, drowning him in waves if ecstasy.

- Wanyin... My sweet one... My loved one... My perfect one... Mine...  -  Lan Xichen was chanting lovingly. Lately, he had been worried about all the sex they were having; if his husband was really pregnant  –  he couldn't believe that such passionate lovemaking could be good for any baby... But then again, they were both cultivators  –  their bodies were sturdy, trained to endure, not just like ordinary people's. 

And his  body was like nobody else's... 

He smiled gently and caressed the arching back  –  often Jiang Wanyin behaved exactly like a cat during sex, and now he gently ran his fingers over the backbone, admiring every tense muscle, the milk-white skin, the way he was heaving and pushing his body back so that they could have better, deeper contact. 

He could not, for the life of him, imagine hotter, better sex.