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

[25.] Give yourself away now.

Note:

Inspiration for this chapter's title:

Faith No More  -  "Stripsearch"

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Zewu-Jun felt his body all numb – the whole moment was so intimate and hot that he was powerless to do anything else but obey. His husband's arms were now wrapped around his shoulders, and they were kissing behind the black drapes of his long hair, hidden from the world in a place that was just their own.

Jiang Cheng was kissing him slowly, gently, drinking him and enjoying it. But his mouth was also very open for him, and as the kiss went on longer than usual, Lan Xichen lifted him and took him in his arms, holding him very tight, pressing him greedily to his body. His mouth was hungry for him, sucking on the soft lips, enjoying the hot tongue that was caressing his own   –  that same tongue that last night made him scream and writhe in his arms.

- Zewu-Jun... - Jiang Cheng panted and pushed him away from his body gently, breathing heavily.  –  Let me breathe, husband...

He laughed a little, seeing how lost and aroused Zewu-Jun was. He bit his lip and said huskily:

- No one is hotter than you, my love... Trust me...

- Wanyin...  Wanyin, does this mean you forgive me...?   –   Lan Huan whispered.

- No.  –  he scoffed.

- No?  –   Lan Xichen asked desperately.  –  Why not? Why...?  –   he whimpered, all flushed and his hair messy.

- You didn't answer my question, Zewu-Jun.   -   Sandu Shengshou grunted. – So very unbecoming  for a Clan Leader! A Gusu Clan Leader at that!!!   –   he pouted.

- Question...  -   Lan Xichen's mind was trying to go back on their conversation, but having his husband so close by was making it impossible to focus on almost anything besides dreams of what was beneath his light clothes. – I am afraid you have to ask again, my darling... I am drunk on your kisses, Sandu Shengshou... - he mumbled.

Jiang Cheng grabbed him suddenly and pulled him in bed and on top of him, letting his hair cover them again, and feeling his body's weight and heat, enjoying this closeness too much. Lan Huan was confused and breathless again, but he was quick to whisper in his ear:

- I will repeat it... just today... just for you... But don't make me repeat myself, husband  –  I hate it!

Zewu-Jun was blushing and trying to calm his breathing as now his husband's hot palms were on his back and sliding down too quickly, reaching his buttocks and grabbing them hard, making his gasp with pleasure again.

- Do you love me, Lan Huan? Do you love me, husband?  Do you, Clan Leader Lan Xichen...? Tell me... Whisper it to me... It will be our secret... - he murmured softly, pressing his husband's body down and heavy over himself, between his open legs.

For a split second Lan Xichen wondered about his incredible luck. He used to be so angry with his uncle for trapping him like this with this arranged marriage, but now he wanted to kiss his hands and feet in gratitude. His husband was so hot that he was shivering all over with thundering desire and burning passion.

He bit on the soft part of Jiang Wanyin's ear, and then on his jaw and his collarbone, too thirsty to endure any more, but he whispered in his clothes, answering:

- Yes... Yes... I am falling in love with you... I have been falling for you ever since that damned hunt... Your scent, your skin... they make me dizzy... Your love for me is a drug I don't ever want to give up... The way you kiss me, the way you moan... they remind me how blessed I am... You are so beautiful that my heart weeps every time you lie naked in my bed...

He was pouring his heart out, feverish and excited, grabbing him and squeezing him very tight.

- You give me hope that I can be whole again... that I can really love again... that my heart can beat again... that I can trust again... You have been so kind to me when you should have hated me... Rejected me... -  he sobbed.  –  Please, don't leave me... I cannot break my soul again... Please, Wanyin...

- I am here... Huan, I am here... I will never leave... I love you. I do.  -  Jiang Cheng was whispering, kissing his hair and caressing his back, trying to calm him down.

- Please...

- I want you to be the father of our children, my love. Do you?   –   he murmured gently, sighing with pleasure as Lan Xichen kissed his belly over the clothes.

- Wanyin? Children?  –   he looked up at him in amazement.

- Yes.  -   Jiang Wanyin brushed happy tears away, laughing a little. – Don't you want more than one, my love?

- Oh, Wanyin!!!    

Zewu-Jun sat up in the bed and swiped him up in his embrace, lulling him gently, rocking him as if he himself was a small child, whispering urgently, dreaming out loud:

- I do... I do! We will have the most beautiful babies in the world! Oh, Wanyin... Oh, my love... I see how happy Wangji is... It's such a joy... I will be so proud... A baby... A dream...

Sandu Shengshou was sniffing and laughing through his tears; those were happy tears as he felt safe and loved, he felt wanted, chosen, valued, cherished.

- Do you think we will be able to wait until next cycle, dear? – he asked shyly.

- I am not too sure, Sandu Shengshou...  -  he grunted in disbelief. - You are just too sweet... But then next cycle is in winter... Ohh... we will be spending the days in bed, making a baby... won't we, Wanyin... We will, won't we?  –  he was chanting dreamily.

- But if we do it now... We will have a summer baby...  -   Jiang Wanyin smirked.  –   You remember that it takes 9 months, right?

- Don't make me count to 10, Jiang Wanyin! I am far too happy right now! – he grunted again, making his husband laugh out loud.

- We don't have to decide now, honey. We still have time.  -   Jiang Cheng said.

He was quite amazed to discover today that his husband's presence and warmth were making him feel better – in every way. He asked, biting his lip:

- Will you stay with me today, husband? I feel better when I feel you near.

- Yes. Yes, I will. There is nowhere better or more important that I have to be. – Lan Xichen kissed his cheek.

He let the sun in the room again and brought the food and drinks to the bed, and they had breakfast and lunch in one, constantly kissing and caressing each other, unable to believe how easy it was for them to be happy again. Lan Xichen took most of his clothes off and climbed in bed to be with his lover, to be able to touch him and hug him all the time. 

Jiang Wanyin was dazed with happiness; he was pressing himself to his husband's strong body, thirstily soaking up his warmth and tenderness.

- Do you really think I am perfect, Zewu- Jun? Do you really like me so much...? Do you really want me to have your children...? Me?  –   he was asking over and over again, finding it too hard to believe it, as if their previous conversations had been a dream; it was too good to be true.

- Yes, love... Yes, and yes. Oh, yes. Absolutely yes!  –   Lan Huan was laughing, holding him very close, amazed how he could not see what he himself saw so easily.

- Oh... How nice, Zewu-Jun... So nice...  -  he would smile and hide his burning face in his lover's neck.