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

[112.] The next best thing to Heaven. [continued] 🔞

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At one point he felt his gentle fingers on the sensitive skin of his center between his buttocks, as his ass was now wide open in front of Zewu-Jun and ready for him to do as he pleased. 

The sex toy had burned in the fire weeks ago, but Lan Huan was using his tongue and his fingers too well... 

He once again thought bitterly that perhaps he had more experience with those things with his previous lover, because everything he did to his body was amazing, and always had a thundering effect all over. 

He bit his lip. He wished he was better in bed too...

Two fingers penetrated him again and he shivered, feeling weak again. Zewu-Jun was scissoring him, stretching him, and he felt light-headed as there was no pain  –  he was far too wet  –  but the pleasure doubled, and he could not stand any more. He relaxed, and his body collapsed on the bed.

- Are you alright, sweetheart?  –  Lan Huan leaned over him, kissing his cheek gently.

- Too much... it's too much, husband...  -  he whimpered.

- Does it hurt, my little one?  –  he asked softly.

- No... No... Zewu-Jun is so good... It is so good...  -  he purred.

Lan Xichen smiled, and placed a pillow underneath his pelvis, lifting his ass a little higher without any effort on his part  -  Jiang Cheng was grateful, as he could rest a little.

- Are you ready to switch, love?  –  Lan Huan's voice was low and husky.

He could only nod, blushing and craving for more pleasure still.

- Please.  –  he whispered.  – Take me... My love... Fill me up... I need you....

Lan Huan sometimes wondered what was it that his lover felt, what was the pleasure like for him? He pushed sharply, seeing, feeling very clearly that he needed it rough and deep  -  Jiang Cheng was shivering with his overwhelming desire, yearning for him, too ready for him. The initial push was always the best  –  the sensation of a hot, welcoming space that embraced him and gave him immense pleasure was incomparable with anything except perhaps Jiang Wanyin's pretty mouth.

He was pushing into him hard and rough, listening to his screams and his words of pleasure, hoping that he would remember their lovemaking later, because it all felt incredible. Last night was slow and gentle, but now he was ramming into him ferociously, too sure that he was bringing him pain, but also great pleasure, their flesh colliding, his body slapping against a sweaty, trembling body, and he was unaware that he was growling low in his throat, lost in this ultimate pleasure.

- Zewu-Jun... Husband... Harder! Huan, harder!!!   -  Jiang Cheng was moaning.  –  Give me more... I need more... More! Harder!

- I love you... Wanyin, I love you...  -  Lan Xichen was bending over him, whispering in his skin, licking the small of his back, digging his fingernails in his buttocks.

- I'm yours! Only yours, Zewu-Jun...  -  he whimpered, claimed fully, marked absolutely, belonging irrevocably to the one who was his life.

- Mine. Mine!!!  –  Lan Huan was growling mindlessly.

The room was echoing with their loud screams and moans, as they were merging into one viciously, in a terrible heat, ignoring the noise, ignoring the world, nothing mattered in this moment but the other's body. And it felt good, it felt too good.

When Lan Xichen sped even more and crashed into him even harder, Jiang Wanyin made a final effort and raised his ass as much as he could, expecting the warm explosion in his insides, and indeed, soon enough he bit his lips and whimpered as the feeling of his lover coming deep inside him made him cry, this time  –  tears of joy. What could compare to this gift?

Shivering, he felt his husband fall over him, pressing him down with his body weight, and he smiled, it was so nice. Lan Xichen hugged him instinctively, and he tried to hide in this embrace, waiting for him to be ready to pull out of him, silent and content.

- Kitten...  -  he whispered in his neck.  –  Kitten, how can this be so good... How... possibly...

- I'm so glad, husband...  -  he murmured shyly, tired.

They stayed inside each other for a little longer, and when they finally separated, Jiang Wanyin turned around immediately and cuddled into his husband's chest.

- Huan... Huan... It is so warm here... It is so good here... I am so happy here... I love you so very much... My love, my life...

- You don't know... you can't know... how good it feels for me too, my love...  -  Lan Xichen murmured, caressing his hair, and kissing his forehead. – My little one... my gentle one... My perfect one...  -  he cooed.

- Are you mad at me...?  -  Jiang Cheng asked weakly, hiding his face in his hair, blushing.

- Mmm?

- For not letting you start your day early today?  -  Jiang Cheng bit his lip.

- No. I will never be sorry for being with you. For making love to you.  –  Zewu-Jun smiled.

- I know that you... you have a lot on your mind right now. I just want you to be happy, Huan...  -  he murmured.

- I am happy. My kitten makes me extremely happy. Every day.  –  he smiled.

- Mmmmm.

Jiang Cheng tightened his grip over his lover's body, knowing that it would be too hard to let him get out of bed today.