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

[72.] Insert: my birthday present. 🔞

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- I miss you so much... I want you so much....

The moment they entered the room, Lan Xichen pushed him up against the door and pressed himself against his warm body, hurriedly whispering those words in his face, kissing him thirstily. Jiang Cheng was cupping his face, blushing, drinking his kisses, knowing too well what he meant  –  it's been too many days since they last enjoyed each other.

Lan Xichen lay him on the bed and immediately got on top of him, covering him in kisses that were so deep and heated that Jiang Cheng was actually the one who started pulling at his clothes and undressing him this time.

- Huan... Gods...!!!  -  he whimpered, too aroused.

Zewu-Jun was panting heavily, but broke it up, smiling at the open mouth and the reaching arms that called for him, craved for him. He took off his robe, but not before pulling out of one of the sleeves a simple-looking box, kneeling between his husband's wide open legs, but pressing himself to his loins, still needing him tremendously much. 

Now he was blushing, and biting his lips.

- Uh... I hope you like it... Happy belated birthday, Sandu Shengshou.

Jiang Cheng sat up a little, but never moved away  –  he really wanted to feel his husband's body on his. Thankfully, Lan Huan pulled him close again, holding him in his arms, so they were now sitting wedged in each other, deliciously close.

Jiang Cheng opened the box, smiling, flushed. He was curious what sex-connected thing could be placed in a box that was not that big. Now he was staring, blushing and wide-eyed. Lan Xichen's heart sank  –  he looked so much like a girl, looking so delicate and fragile that he wanted to touch, to pet, to reach every part of him, fondling and kissing, too thirsty for his skin, for his scent. He was really breathless, and all the butterflies in the world were in his stomach. 

Just when did he fall so deeply in love?

- Oh...  -  Jiang Cheng was speechless.

The box contained an oblong object that looked suspiciously much like his husband's cock, just a little longer. He gaped, a little frightened, imagining where it could be inserted, but then he thought twice, and intense heat surged through his body, as he imagined exactly where it could be inserted. 

He was staring at Lan Xichen, and both were extremely flushed and ashamed, but somehow even more aroused now.

- I thought...  -  Lan Huan mumbled, looking away.  –  For while you're pregnant, you know... I don't want to be too rough... Or hurt you... Or...  -  he stuttered.

- Oh...  -  Jiang Wanyin was way too dizzy and had no air left for a longer sentence.

- Husband, please, say something...  -  Lan Xichen whined.  –  I am dying here...

- I love you. This is all I can tell you.  -  Jiang Wanyin whispered.

He leaned in and latched his mouth onto Lan Xichen's mouth a little more forcefully than he had intended to, but he wasn't sorry, and he didn't stop. His heat was back in, and he was quite surprised. It was a first for him, but then  –  he had never before had a lover during his weak months. Zewu-Jun had awoken his body, made him yearn every day, and dream about being touched, being loved.

- Oh Gods... Wanyin...  -  Lan Xichen breathed out, fighting for air.

Jiang Cheng was on top of him, taking off his clothes urgently, pressing his body to his lover's warm skin, mumbling:

- Let's fuck, Zewu-Jun... I want to try my birthday present... Now, Lan Huan...

- Husband...  -  he whispered.  –  Wanyin... I love you, Wanyin...

And again, Jiang Cheng was moving like a wild animal; with sharp and swift movements he made sure both of them were stark naked, letting his hair fall over his face and removing Lan Xichen's headband angrily. 

He was grinding against Lan Huan's crotch, muttering feverishly:

- Feel me... Touch me... Touch me, Huan... You are my dream, Zewu-Jun... You are my love... Take me, please take me, please, pleasepleaseplease...

He got his knees even further apart, aching to be fondled and groped, biting his lips, trembling. Lan Xichen obeyed, and his fingers caressed his lover's chest, and hips and belly, gliding quickly down to touch and caress his cock, earning a moan, and then sliding more, sliding down and deeper, disappearing in his opening, feeling how wet he was, how hot, how ready.

- Oh, yes...Yes!!!  -  Jiang Cheng moaned loudly.  – Oh please...

Zewu-Jun was watching, speechless, just how open he was for him, offering himself fully  –  the flowing hair, the open mouth, the hard dark pink nipples... Jiang Wanyin was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He took the toy and murmured:

- Open... open wider, my love...

Jiang Cheng was confused for a moment, as Lan Huan was now sitting up, taking his fingers out of him, and he could not possibly take his legs further apart. But then he came closer and approached the dildo too, and he knew. 

He closed his eyes and panted, before opening his mouth wider:

- Fuck me... Fuck me any way you want to...