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

[77.] Winter heat.

It was the first day of snow, and Jiang Wanyin had spent it lingering in the master bedroom   -   he loved and needed its warmth now  -  looking through the window, watching outside,  observing the Juniors fight and play in the fluffy snow, laughing and enjoying the cold. 

He was all flushed, daydreaming, almost certain he could hear young children's laughter  –  his own children playing in the snow with their father. His lips were parted and he closed his eyes, missing his husband terribly  –  so much that he felt dizzy.

Then, still frozen and lost in his daydream, suddenly, he felt two warm palms around his waist and smiled  –  only one in the whole world would ever dare touch him like that! He relaxed back against the strong chest  –  it was an embrace that was always warm and welcoming: this was the only one certain thing in his world, and he enjoyed it every time.

- I miss you so much... I love you so much... Huan...  -  the words escaped his mouth, and he shivered, ashamed.

- Beloved...  -  Lan Xichen murmured lovingly, tightening his grip on his body, and making him whimper with pain.

- What is it?! Wanyin???  –  he asked, scared, and letting go of him immediately.

Jiang Wanyin turned around and hid his burning face in the warm robe shyly.

- It hurts... It just hurts so much...  -  he whispered.

- Where? My love, tell me... Please...  -  Lan Xichen begged, worried and trying to get to see his face.

- Here... oh, here...

Jiang Cheng looked up, very flushed, and his hands slid up to cup his breasts. He then opened his robe as it was almost unbearable to have anything on, and Lan Huan almost expected to see a wound. He blushed too  –  it had been too many days since he last had seen his husband's chest. But no  –  just lily-white skin, and dark pink nipples...

He frowned  –  it hadn't been that long, he was sure, as now he thought his husband's chest looked different. The breasts looked slightly bigger and rounder, and the nipples were definitely swollen, as if he had been sucking on them too hard; it was known to have happened in the past –  but not recently, for sure.

He bit his lip and reached out to caress them, very gently, and it made Jiang Wanyin moan with a mix of pleasure and pain immediately. His eyes glazed over and he stared at him, panting and whimpering quietly. Lan Huan knew what it meant  –  his husband was awfully aroused.

- Are you alright, my love? I barely touched you... Wanyin, I thought your heat was gone? Husband?  –  he mumbled discontent, as it was now clear that Jiang Cheng had been hiding this from him.

- I want you... so badly... -  he panted.  –  All the time... Like a whore... Huan... I am... I am an awful person... I am not sure I deserve to be the father of your children, my love...

He fell to his knees, shaking violently, breathless, too turned on to think.

- What does it mean? Wanyin, what does it mean?  –  Lan Xichen cried, kneeling next to him, almost afraid to touch him now.

- I don't know... I really don't know... -  he shook his head, trying to get a grip.  –  But I do know that I want you... I want you to fuck me... I need you so much that it hurts... My whole body aches... My desire for you is driving me insane...  -  he was whimpering, trembling all over.

- A-Cheng!

Lan Xichen pulled him in and they kissed, madly, brutally, biting each other's lips and biting each other's tongues, grunting and groaning, grabbing each other aggressively and making bruises on each other's bodies. Their hands were hurriedly working to remove all clothes, and it felt familiar, and it felt so good again.

- Huan...  -   Sandu Shengshou was breathing out.  –  My love... Make me feel alive again... Do you want me, Zewu-Jun...

- Oh, Wanyin... I have missed you so terribly, kitten! I want you always... I have longed for you so!  –  Lan Xichen was whimpering, too turned on to care about anything else but his lover.

- Will you fuck me, husband... Please? Fill me up, Zewu-Jun... Show me how much you want me...

- Yes... Oh, yes... Yes... I love you. I love you so much, Sandu Shengshou...  -  he whispered.

- I am yours... Zewu-Jun, I am yours... Take me to bed... Love me now, Huan...