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

[73.] Open up wider. 🔞

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Lan Xichen's hand slid around his waist and pulled him in close, and he too was shivering  -   their hard-ons touched and rubbed together as he leaned in and pushed the toy into the ready hot mouth. He could now watch first-hand the way his beloved was sucking and licking, gasping and groaning, too aroused to speak, trembling in his arms. He was shoving it faster, then slower, pushing deeper, or just letting him lick the end, watching his tongue play with it, move in circles, or him just sink his teeth in it. 

He was smiling  –  it was a good thing that he ordered the carpenter to make it from pliable wood –  he had intended some semi-precious stone, but this was better. 

This wild cat was biting.

- Kitten...  -  he whispered hoarsely.  –   have never in my whole life been so turned on... Wanyin... You are in such a heat, my darling...

He took the toy out of his husband's mouth sharply, and smiled at the now angry face, as he murmured:

- Help me, Wanyin... Open up for me...

They kneeled in the bed opposite each other, and Jiang Cheng got his knees as wide apart as possible again, now inserting his fingers at his opening and pulling apart, getting his entrance gaping open. Lan Xichen approached more, letting their naked bodies touch, and his fingers reached down and placed the tip of the toy into position.

- Are you ready, my sweetest? Do you want to do this?  –  he asked softly.

- Do it!!!  – he yelled, yearning painfully to be filled up.

Zewu-Jun pushed in slowly, gradually, but never stopping, too careful not to push too deep, scared. Jiang Cheng closed his eyes and let go of his flesh, now placing his hands on his lover's shoulders, gasping awfully, as the sensation was new and strange  –  the dildo felt slippery with the saliva,  and hard and cool, and so different from his husband's usual hot, throbbing hard-on. He felt so very weak as Lan Huan was pushing into him, slowly, but sharply, sweating with the tension and the pleasure.

- Is it good, my love? Should I stop?  –  Lan Xichen couldn't read his face as he constantly looked as if he was going to pass out.

- More... Huan... More... more... I am begging you... more...more...  -  he whispered weakly.

Zewu-Jun growled, and  –  seeing how weak he was  – changed positions as to make him more comfortable. He sat in the bed, his back to the wall and against the pillows, and he pulled Jiang Wanyin in his embrace, so that now he was reclining with his back against his chest. The toy was still deep inside him, and Lan Xichen now pushed his legs wide open again, letting him relax in his arms, and his hands reached to go on with their work, only better. 

His left hand was pushing the toy rhythmically into his lover's wet opening, and both it and his hand were very wet with his flowing juices. 

His right hand now reached to his hard-on and started jerking him off, slowly at first, then faster, while his mouth was licking and biting on his neck and shoulders, hissing in his hair, now wet with sweat:

- Kitten, come for me... Come for me, husband... I want you to feel good, Wanyin... Is it good, Wanyin...? Gods... how hot you are...

- Push... push... Deeper...  -  Jiang Cheng gasped dreamily, placing his palm over Zewu-Jun's hand to help him find the better rhythm and show him he could reach even further in.

He was lost. The pleasure was drowning him fully, not letting him breathe. His husband was doing his best to curb his passion and desire, and pleasure him in a slow and careful way, but he needed more, he needed it rougher, and it was driving him crazy. 

He could feel Lan Xichen's monstrous erection, rubbing against the small of his back, leaking the pre-cum, and he wondered how painful it all must be for him  –  to watch him in pleasure, but not get any. The strokes on his cock were getting faster, and he moaned, begging for Zewu-Jun to go faster –  and as he did, it made him cum in his hand, finding release with a loud yell, turning his face up to seek a kiss from his flushed husband.

- Please... Please... I can't breathe without you...  -  he whimpered.

Lan Xichen sighed deeply, and pushed the toy deep into him one last time, keeping it deep inside, and leaning in to suck on the crimson lips that were awaiting him, begging for him, yearning for him. He kissed Sandu Shengshou deeply, aggressively, pushing his tongue inside his mouth, choking him. 

Jiang Cheng reached back, and his hand slid into Lan Huan's hair, and he took a firm grip on a thick strand, pushing his head down so that he could reach down deeper into him, giving him a sign to take all the liberty he wanted. 

Both were biting and sucking madly, and the kiss felt almost like a fight, but oh it was so good, it was great...