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

[108.] Stripping. [TW]

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The servants had cleaned the new master bedroom and brought back Jiang Wanyin's clothes. The housekeeper was too glad to do this; lately, she got into the habit of always being nearby, always watching out for her Masters, as the times they were living in were dark. 

After the fire at the Cloud Recesses, everyone was on edge, but she literally smelled danger in the air. Now she was watching them from the shadows; they took a short walk between the Hall and their bedroom, stopping often to talk, or to kiss, ignoring the cold weather. It was a certain sign that things were going well.

- Oh, Zewu-Jun...  -  Jiang Cheng was giggling, Lan Huan was tickling his neck by kissing too lightly, nibbling on his skin.  –  Take me to bed, love. Aren't you tired?  –  he looked up thirstily.

Lan Xichen bit his lip; he knew where this was going, and wasn't too eager to go to bed. At least not yet.

- Mmmmm.

- I am cold, Huan... -  Jiang Cheng breathed, wrapping his arms around his neck.  –  Will you keep me warm tonight? Husband?

- Oh, kitten...  -  Lan Huan moaned  –  the begging eyes, the way Sandu Shengshou was pressing himself against his body, it all turned him on, and he could not help it.

He swept him off his feet, making him giggle happily again, and carried him directly to bed. Yet again, Jiang Cheng felt like his bride, safe and cozy in his strong embrace.

- Zewu-Jun...

Jiang Wanyin was only too ready to relax back in the soft bed and let Lan Xichen kiss him passionately, fumbling with his robe and his hair, impatient to get him naked. His hands were caressing his back, hiding in his long dark hair, pushing him down so that he could be closer to his own body, so that he could kiss him deeper and bite on his neck. 

Things were getting heated too quickly  –  they had been craving for each other for such a painfully long time that now both were moaning and panting, almost whimpering with the growing desire. Forgetting everything, Jiang Wanyin was just impatient to get his husband naked too, to get him to make love to him, to be with him fully.

- Huan... My love... I want you so much, so much... Be with me... be in me...  -  he was begging desperately, almost crying, aching for the best kind of love that he could only receive from one person in the whole world.

His hands were stroking Lan Xichen through the clothes, rubbing all the right places, gasping, breathless, yearning. They were taking off pieces of clothing hurriedly, mindlessly, working towards a single goal, and for a time Lan Huan was just enjoying the touch, the urgent desire, the hungry craving written all over his husband's face. But then Jiang Cheng slid his hands under his shirt and over his chest, and he shuddered and flinched away from him once again.

Zewu-Jun turned away, his face was distorted by utter pain. 

Breathless, Jiang Cheng just murmured:

- Why... Please... Tell me why!?

- I...  -  his voice break; it was just so painful to even think about it.  –  I... can't let you see me... I don't want you to... I am...It is awful. I am awful!  –  he cried out.

Sandu Shengshou bit his lip. This could not go on like that for much longer  –  it was driving him crazy, and now that they were close again, his heat was only getting worse, he needed satisfaction, and soon.

Lan Xichen got off the bed  –  the expression on his husband's face was one of such despair and disappointment that it tore his heart. 

He approached the big mirror that was there is their bedroom and looked at his reflection bitterly, sighing deeply  –  most of his clothes had been removed, but he  could not   possibly take off his shirt.