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

[111.] The next best thing to Heaven. 🔞

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Inspiration for this chapter:

 Madonna  – "Time Stood Still"

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Jiang Cheng's hands grabbed the edges of the bath now, as he felt Lan Xichen's hands on his skin, and his head fell back, his mouth open and panting. The slender fingers were caressing his breasts, still very sensitive, but less painful, playing with his nipples, drawing small invisible circles and teasing him  –  he really preferred Zewu-Jun's mouth there, sucking. So he begged for it, and received it  –  a hot mouth and a hot tongue bringing him ecstasy.

Those fingers then slid and stayed on his belly that was still too small, but big enough to tell the difference from before. He smiled  –  the touch was magical, soothing and exciting at the same time. 

He closed his eyes and moaned, as he could think about nothing else than the delicate fingers that were caressing his hard-on now. 

He bucked his hips, pushing his cock more into Zewu-Jun's hand; he laughed:

- So thirsty, kitten! Wasn't last night enough for you?  –  he asked, amazed.

- Never enough... -  Jiang Wanyin answered coarsely.  –  You will never be enough, Huan... How could I possibly get enough of  you...

- My love...  -  Lan Xichen whispered softly.

Sandu Shengshou sighed deeply as he felt two long slim fingers push into him, reaching deep inside him. He leaned in and moved closer, so that his naked body was touching his husband's, both of them ignoring the cold water in the bath. 

He wrapped his arms gently around Zewu-Jun's shoulders, and murmured:

- Yes, my beloved... Please? Please?

Very flushed, Lan Xichen placed his left hand on his lover's butt, helping him rock himself on top of him, while his right hand was pleasuring him, pushing his fingers into the moist slippery opening, alternating two and three, and even four when his muscles relaxed and his yearning grew. Jiang Cheng was moaning, feeling Lan Huan fingering him, scissoring his fingers inside him, touching and pressing against his walls, giving him so much pleasure that he moaned and bit and sucked on his neck, leaving marks, leaving bruises, not caring who might see, and what they might think  –  he needed an anchor, because he was drowning in his heat.

- Wanyin... so hot...

- Do you want me, Zewu-Jun? Do you want me, husband...?

- Always, my love... Forever... All through the day, all through the night...

Lan Xichen took him out of the bath, watching him pant heavily, as he felt too empty now, and placed him gently on the bed, getting between his legs. 

Jiang Cheng closed his eyes, knowing that his lover would feel better this way, relaxing on the pillows, waiting for the pleasure to arrive. Instead of Zewu-Jun's fingers, now he felt something better, hotter. He yelled helplessly when the warmth of Lan Xichen's tongue penetrated into him, pushed deep into him, curling and trying to reach even deeper. He was licking him clean, licking his juices, taking short breaks so that he could suck and lick his hard-on too, giving him so much indescribable pleasure that he was screaming, overwhelmed, flushed and trembling.

- Please, Zewu-Jun... Please... Mercy! I want you... I need you... You, Huan... Inside me... Oh, Gods! I'm dying, my love! It's so good!!!

Lan Xichen smiled and leaned in over him, kissing him deeply, sharing his own taste with him, and mumbling:

- Does this mean I could....

- Yes! Please! Soon! Anything! Zewu-Jun, anything!

He felt two strong hands flip him over, and he was now kneeling in the bed on all fours. Lan Xichen moved his wet hair to the side gently, and his mouth was kissing his nape and his shoulders hungrily, but his hands were busy to position his cock between his legs and he pushed carefully, but without stopping. Jiang Cheng moaned loudly  –  he was very wet and slippery, and there was no pain at the moment of penetration, but the pleasure was too much, so much that his knees were trembling.

- How are you, kitten?  –  Lan Huan growled.  –  Tell me if it's too rough...

Jiang Cheng knew that he was worried about the baby, but his craving was so strong that he only nodded and begged:

- Please, move... Please, now... Oh, please... Love me, Huan.... Fuck me...

His hands grabbed at the sheets and he clenched his teeth as Zewu-Jun started shoving into him harder, sharper, leaving him breathless, dripping with juices and saliva, as he was hitting on his sweet spot, which made him almost pass out with the weakness. Each push brought a new wave to his body, and the vast ocean of Lan Huan's passion was lulling him, shaking his whole body, rocking his world.