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

[115.] Naughty and nice.

- How was your day, my sweetest?

Lan Xichen was lying down in the bath after dinner, enjoying his husband's weight over his body; he was caressing Jiang Wanyin's hair and back, listening to him sigh and purr from time to time, too content.

- I missed you, Zewu-Jun.  –  he pouted.  –  I spent the day with the kids.

He was caressing the skin on Lan Huan's chest, happy that his husband finally was able to relax to his touch fully, overcoming his inhibitions after the fire. It took some convincing and a lot of lovemaking, but finally Lan Xichen accepted the fact that Jiang Cheng paid absolutely no attention to his burns. He was now drawing lazy circles over the soft skin, sulking.

- I missed you too, darling. But some tasks just cannot wait any longer.  –  Zewu-Jun said sternly.

- Mmm. Did you buy me a present? Yes?  -  Jiang Cheng raised his large cat-like eyes and stared with expectation at Lan Xichen's blushing face.

- I... Perhaps.  –  Lan Huan smiled shyly.

- Why are you blushing, Zewu-Jun? Is it something pretty? Is it something  naughty?   -  Jiang Wanyin laughed, but when Lan Huan blushed deeper and refused to meet his eyes, he exclaimed:

- Oh, Gods, it is!!! It is, isn't it?  –  he laughed.

- Mmmm. Kitten...

Lan Xichen hummed, now enduring the light bites on his neck and shoulders  -  Jiang Cheng was attacking his skin in the hope of him confessing.

- Tell me... Tell me, Zewu-Jun! I want my present, Zewu-Jun!  –  he was purring, teasing.

- Kitten...  -  Lan Xichen was gasping, tilting his head, giving him space to bite and lick, as he was enjoying the nibbling kisses too much.

- Tell me, husband...  -  Jiang Wanyin was breathing in his hair, getting aroused by the mere contact of their bodies.  –  Show me, my love...

- Wanyin...

Zewu-Jun grabbed his chin to stop him from moving, and breathlessly merged their mouths for a long-craved for kiss  –  a whole day without  was far too long. Sandu Shengshou slid his hands around him immediately, responding to the kiss eagerly, thirstily. They were touching, kissing and moaning, in the bath until the water got too cold to stay in.

- Wanyin... Let go, Wanyin...

Lan Huan smiled  –  his kitten was too hungry for his kisses today  –  and managed to break the kiss, leaving Jiang Wanyin panting heavily. They got out of the bath and sat in front of the fireplace to dry their hair. Two huge almond eyes were following Zewu-Jun's every move and he laughed again, bringing a small silk cloth bag to his husband. 

Grinning, Jiang Cheng opened it hurriedly.

- What... Ribbons?  –  he frowned.

Lan Xichen swallowed hard; in his head this scene had played out differently.

- Husband....?  -  Jiang Cheng looked up at him questioningly, confused.

Zewu-Jun approached on his knees, leaning in, breathing heavily and all flushed; he took the little tidy purple roll and unfurled a single ribbon. Jiang Cheng only managed to blink and the ribbon was now coiled several times around his wrist, and Zewu-Jun was carefully tying a perfect bow with the two loose ends. Jiang Wanyin couldn't help but notice that the material was soft and caressing to the skin, and the purple color matched the Yunmeng Jiang Clan color. 

Lan Xichen had thought this through.

- Wanyin...  -  he murmured.  –  This is... just a little something... You know... For when you lose the bet, beloved...  -  Lan Xichen was stuttering, all blushing and embarrassed.  –  Because you are... I am sure we are going to have a son... And... And... All the things I dream about doing to you... All I want to do...

He lost his voice, and Jiang Cheng bit his lip, panting, when his husband took his hand gently and kissed his palm, then kissing over the ribbon, and then moving on to slowly kiss and lick over the collection of veins and tendons that his wrist consisted of.

- Husband... Uhhh, Huan...  -  Jiang Wanyin could not help but moan, it felt so good.  –  Do we... Do we have to wait... Huan...? A-Huan... 

- I want to rebuild the Hánshì, my love... I will make it bigger, and better... And I am making a better bed for us... It will all be ready soon... Wanyin... I love you so much, Wanyin...

-  I want to make you happy... Are you happy, Zewu-Jun...?   -  Jiang Cheng exhaled helplessly, melting from all the tenderness concentrated in just a small spot, a tiny patch of skin that Lan Xichen was bathing in kisses.

- I am happy. You make me happy.  –  he said simply, kneeling closer, and now staring into his eyes with devotion, adoration.

- I love you. You give me so much, A-Huan... I want to be able to give you more...  -  he murmured lovingly.

- You are giving me a child, Sandu Shengshou... There is no more. Nothing can be more...  -  Zewu-Jun smiled, kissing his hands gently.

- Huan...

Their bodies clashed and their mouths met, their hands grabbed hungrily and they pressed themselves against each other with urgency and longing, breathing one air, living with the same heartbeat. 

They were kissing deeply, passionately, painfully, biting and drinking each other with such great desperation as if this was their last kiss ever. It was suddenly so important to show each other that they both loved, longed, both wanted to belong, and to give, to sacrifice to the happiness of the other.

- I love you... More than myself...
- I love you... Both of you....