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

[78.] Your pet. 🔞

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They fell to bed, helplessly yearning for each other, not even having the patience to get rid of the rest of their clothes. 

Jiang Cheng immediately got on all fours, subconsciously protecting his chest  –  he knew that when Zewu-Jun was too aroused he could literally smother him in his embrace. Lan Xichen pulled his pants down and sighed deeply at the familiar sight of the delicate pink ring, now throbbing for him, waiting for him.

- Do you need preparation, kitten?  –  he whispered coarsely.  –  Should I ---

- Come. Now. Oh, Huan... now...! Please!!!  -  Jiang Wanyin was moaning already, just because of his touch on his skin, lifting his ass as high up as he possibly could.

- Kitten... You are begging again...  -  Zewu-Jun's voice was dark again, and Jiang Cheng thought he felt it in his guts  –  that deep voice, the voice of a Master.

He shivered. Almost anything about his husband was turning him on tremendously much. He craved for him miserably. His head fell as he was waiting, listening to the rustling of clothes  –  Lan Xichen was taking off his pants and now kneeled behind him in the bed.

- I love you, Wanyin...  -  he murmured.

The push came, red-hot and all too familiar, and it made him arch his back and scream. His husband was filling him up, sliding fully into him, all too easily, ramming his cock into him, and hitting on his sweet spot every time. He was panting terribly, breathless and weak, but so happy to feel his beloved again. It was not even about the thundering pleasure today  –  it was about them being together, being one again, whole again.

He was slamming his body back, crashing towards Zewu-Jun's loins, listening to his loud moans, screaming with the utter pleasure and letting him know how much he loved him, how good it was  –  to be so full, so satisfied. Lan Xichen was growling, speeding up and thrusting into him harder, oblivious of anything else, forgetting their pain and their sorrow. 

Only their bodies existed in the world, only their passion, just the two of them sharing each other.

Lan Xichen leaned over the arching back, never stopping his shoving, now kissing his hair, whispering in his ear. His left hand supported his body, pressed against his stomach, and the right was wrapped around his throat, gently lifting his head up, helping him breathe.

- Wanyin... So hot, Wanyin... So tight... So beautiful... My kitten... My loved one... Oh, husband... How loved you are... How desired... How adored... Oh, beloved...

Jiang Cheng was melting, taking ragged breaths, locked in his husband's arms, feeling his heat and his desire flood his body, run into his blood. 

He said weakly, gasping for air, as the thrusts that rocked his body were getting sharper and more violent:

- Huan... My only love... My only one... My perfect one... My husband...

He felt Zewu-Jun's hand move down boldly and caress his cock, and he moaned helplessly as this was enough, and he came into his hand almost immediately. Lan Xichen exclaimed happily, now absolutely assured that his husband had really been craving for him.

- I am close too, my love...  -  he huffed, all sweaty and now grabbing Jiang Cheng hips for support.

- Come... Come in me... I want you deep in me... Be deep in me...  -   Jiang Wanyin was chanting mindlessly, assuring him that it was alright.  –  I need it...

Too soon Lan Huan could not endure any more, and he came inside that lovely tight ass, releasing so much and so hard that, as he pushed one last time, he saw the milky substance leak out of the pink opening, which made them both moan with absolute pleasure.

- Ughh, Zewu-Jun...

- Mmmm, kitten... Oooh... Mmm...

They fell on the bed, exhausted, and drenched in juices and sweat, but truly happy. Jiang Cheng finally felt satisfied, and his emptiness was forgotten, for now. He cuddled into his husband, enjoying his touch on his skin.

- I have missed you so much, kitten... I have missed us... -  he murmured dreamily.

- Zewu-Jun, you are a beast...  -  Jiang Wanyin said shyly.

- Does it hurt too much, my love?  –  he asked, propping himself in bed to be able to look at him better.

- It hurts enough.  -  Jiang Wanyin blushed.

- Oh?  –  Lan Xichen smiled.

And next, to Jiang Cheng's surprise, he leaned in and his hot breath caressed his skin for just a moment before a wet and gentle tongue brushed against his nipples lightly. His breath hitched, and he gasped sharply  –  it hurt, but the pleasure was also unbelievable. 

He closed his eyes and whispered:

- More... more... Oh, more...

- I thought it hurts, my love...  -  Lan Huan said huskily.

- It does...  -  Jiang Cheng said dreamily.

Zewu-Jun felt he couldn't breathe any more. His lover was immeasurably beautiful. He leaned over the slender body, kissing slowly, touching softly, and finding  –  surprised  –  that the skin was softer, the forms were rounder and plumper, and the hypersensitive nipples were now filling up his mouth more. Jiang Cheng was moaning sensually, writhing under him, lost in pleasure, sprawling on the bed, open and giving himself away fully.

- Touch me... Oh, touch me.... It's so good to feel you again... You are my life, Lan Huan... I love you... I love you so much...

- Wanyin... There is no one better... There is no one more beautiful... There is no one hotter... My love... My perfect love... My life...

- I want more... Love me, Zewu-Jun... Pet me... Always...

- Yes, darling... Yes... You are my pet... You are my kitten... So sweet...so tasty...

- Mmmm... So good... So good, Zewu-Jun... Your mouth on my skin... your hands on my skin...

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The heavy petting continued in their bath later that night, and at dinner they paid almost no attention to the food as they were too busy kissing. 

The housekeeper was observing all this, happy to see them content again, but also worried  –  both Masters did not see it most probably, but both looked awfully spent and pale. She was the only one knowing details about what was going on, as the doctor entrusted her with instructions about the Master's medicine and tea, and potions, but she knew something was still off. 

The medicine didn't seem to work.