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

[28.] Your kitten.

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- You know, you never told me whom it is you are in love with, my little one! – Lan Xichen kept on teasing him. – I still don't know who it is that makes you blush so, blush like a girl! But I should be thankful to this person – because you look even prettier like that, Wanyin... - he breathed.

- Nonsense! - Jiang Wanyin huffed, annoyed. He didn't want to get back to this absurd conversation. – Why are you teasing me, husband? I told you! We are married and that's that!

- That's that?!?  –  Lan Xichen exclaimed. – Don't you think that I of all people, as your husband, should know about it?! – he laughed.

- Lan Xichen!!!  –  he cried again, and finally managed to yank himself away from his husband's embrace.

- Why are you so angry now, my love? It is a simple question! – Zewu-Jun was smiling, reaching out his hand for his husband to come back to him. – But oh yes, this is the Jiang Cheng I know! Angry as a demon! Wild as a cat! – he mocked.

- A cat, eh?  - Jiang Cheng growled, and, forgetting all the places on his body that still ached after their mad lovemaking the previous night, he pounced in him, getting on top of him and pinning him to the floor.

- Precisely. – Lan Xichen nodded with pleasure, his words were now being confirmed; feeling him so close was always a pleasure. – But as you are so small, and you look like a girl, Wanyin, I'd say you are rather a kitten, not a cat. Cats are bigger! - he laughed.

- Why are you having so much fun teasing me, Zewu-Jun?!  Are you mocking me now? – he growled, glaring at him furiously.

- Mocking?! – Lan Xichen was shocked. – But, Wanyin, I love cats! And my little kitten is the sweetest. I love him the most...

He looked at his angry face with so much tenderness and love that Sandu Shengshou was once again on the brink of totally melting and forgiving all. But no, not this time; he had to show him that such jokes were not to his taste.

- Your kitten?! – he huffed. – We'll see about that!

Lan Huan was expecting it; he already knew that his husband could fight ferociously if he wanted to. He craved to see him angry, excited, energized, because seeing him ill and sad was killing his heart.

Jiang Cheng squeezed his hands too hard, as if he meant to crash his bones; his face was so close to his own that he could hear his shaky breathing and the deep growl in his throat.

Lan Huan murmured:

- Come... Husband, come...

Without delay, Jiang Cheng attacked his mouth madly, biting viciously, wanting to show him how strong he could be too. Lan Huan relaxed fully, letting him control the kiss this time, letting himself be bitten. His husband was sucking on his lips, crashing their mouths together so aggressively that their teeth clattered on impact, but they had no time to pay attention to such things. Lan Xichen was closing his eyes, and opening his mouth, welcoming his lover's pushing tongue that was pressing down into him, forbidding him to draw breath, or speak.

He didn't let go  –   he didn't want to. He loved all the anger, all the force, all the strength. He was happy and proud to have married one of the best cultivators of their era, and surely – the prettiest.

Jiang Wanyin had never before been so forceful with his husband; he half expected him to just push him away  –   he knew with absolute certainty that Lan Xichen was stronger than him. Right now, he was letting him be on top, letting him bleed his lips, letting him leave him breathless. He had expected that his kiss would be very short, that Lan Huan would stop him, but he didn't  –   he was giving himself away.

And Jiang Wanyin was now lost, not knowing how to go on, so he went on with his passion, gradually forgetting what he was even angry about. The lovely lips, the perfect mouth was responding to his every move, always welcoming, always open for him, always letting him inflict pain, take his revenge.

He didn't realized it, but his hands had let go of Lan Xichen's warm palms, and were not hugging him, pulling him in, kissing him urgently and passionately, sharing his air with him, yearning to show him how loved he was.

He was moaning and whimpering quietly, lost in his love for this beautiful man  –  a love he was gladly drowning in.