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

[79.] Correspondences.

Note:

Inspiration for this chapter's title:

The Tea Party - "Correspondences"

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A couple more weeks passed. 

Lan Xichen was spending a lot of time in his study, but it was alright, as his husband was sitting in his lap most of the time, and they were having fun replying to old letters from the Clans. They had found the path to each other again, and their nights were filled with passion, although both avoided the kind of sex that would cause a new pregnancy without any discussion  –  it was too early for the both of them.

Jiang Cheng didn't mind  –  he knew that the butt sex gave his husband more pleasure than anything, and to him the pain of it was worth it, as the ecstasy that always followed was blowing his mind every time. 

His skin had been dry and sensitive lately, and he would spend a lot of time in the bath, and now every touch from his husband was turning him on, and so they spent a lot of time kissing and petting too. He didn't quite know what was happening to him, but lately he was seriously thinking of asking Zewu-Jun to arrange a new check-up. 

He knew that something was wrong.

- Zewu-Jun, you are so bad!  –  he was grinning.  –  This letter is two months old!

- Mmmm.  –  Lan Xichen was smiling, enjoying his husband's breath on his neck.

- What does it say? Is it something interesting? Or important?

- Hmmmm. Darling, I am curious to see you as a Clan Leader yourself. You are such a child, Sandu Shengshou!

- Ha!  -  Jiang Cheng pouted.  –  So shameless, Zewu-Jun, to do the things you did to me  last night to a child!

- Jiang Wanyin!!!  –  Lan Xichen exclaimed, terrified and blushing.

- Mmm, yes. See? I am not a child any more.  –  he grinned.

- No, Wanyin... Not a child...  -  Lan Huan murmured dreamily, remembering their amazing sex too. –  You are my husband. My beloved husband. Cherished... Treasured... Adored....

- Oh... My love....  -  Jiang Cheng buried his face in the long dark hair, kissing his lover's neck softly.

- Mmmm... Wanyin... Don't get me hard again... I have to work today... -  Lan Xichen whispered.

Jiang Cheng smiled and snuggled deeper into his clothes, trying to keep still, and let him work.

- What do they say? What about the war?  –  he murmured carefully.

- The war is close to an end, now that it's winter too.  –  Lan Huan frowned. –  It was to be expected. But most of the letters are... expressing... condolences. –  he stuttered, his voice breaking.

Jiang Cheng pressed his face to his chest, listening to his heart pounding. Neither of them had forgotten.

- It is important that next time you are well-rested and calm, darling. I will do the impossible to make that happen.  –  Lan Xichen scoffed.

Sandu Shengshou was listening to his heart, thinking that if he ever would be with child  –  that child would be listening to his own heart in the same manner.

- I love you. –  he whispered.

- I love you too, honey.  –  Lan Xichen stopped his writing and kissed the top of his head.

- We will try again? Yes? After New Year's?  -  Jiang Wanyin whispered, needing to make sure again.

- I promise, little one.  –  Lan Huan nodded seriously.

- Do you still love me?

- I love you so very much, husband.