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

[137.] Your hands, your mouth. 🔞

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Lan Huan got on top of him nimbly, leaning over him, careful not to make any sharp movements  –  his husband's belly was growing bigger literally day by day now. His lips curved in a wicked smile, and Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat. He was so beautiful that it was hard to believe this lovely man belonged to him, and only to him. 

He closed his eyes briefly, feeling the immense heat coming off Lan Xichen's body in waves again  –  he was too aroused by the loud screams too. Jiang Wanyin's hand reached and touched his husband's belly, sliding down too confidently to rest on his throbbing hard-on, making him moan quietly.

- Wanyin...

- The bed... Tell me... Uhh....

Jiang Cheng was panting, but his hand was moving up and down slowly, over the clothes,  still bringing pleasure to his lover. He opened his eyes wide and stared at Zewu-Jun's flushed face. Both of them were trembling with the restraint, yearning for each other too badly.

- My beautiful kitten...  -  Lan Huan murmured, gazing at his husband lovingly.  –  You are so lovely, my darling... the bed doesn't matter... if you are in it.... And I can't wait for us to be finally home... Alone... Uhhh... A-Cheng... Ohh...

Jiang Cheng had sped up and was rubbing faster now, listening to the sweet words, biting his lips viciously.

- Yes... Ohh... You will like the new bed... My love... I will show you... I want to show you... How much I want you... Oh, husband!

Lan Xichen was panting, and his head was dropping to the front, his hair spilling over them like black honey, as he was feeling weak, doing his best to control himself and not come too soon in his pants.

- Wanyin... Don't... Why are you torturing me...  -  he murmured helplessly, unable to move because of the firm grip on his cock  -  Jiang Wanyin had pulled his pants down and was now caressing and stroking and pumping his erection, bringing him better pleasure.

- Let's go home soon, darling... Let's be alone soon, Huan...  -  Jiang Cheng was whispering; his mouth was dry and he could barely speak, aroused, seeing his lover in such great pleasure.

- Soon... -  Lan Huan moaned.  –  Soon, kitten... After the holiday... Uhhhh, A-Cheng!  I am so close now! Uughhhh...  -  he whined, shivering all over.

But he gasped sharply, startled, when Sandu Shengshou pushed him on his back suddenly and got on top of him, moving quickly between his legs, whispering feverishly:

- Give me... Give me yourself... I want you... all of you... I want you, Zewu-Jun...

Lan Xichen was really left with no chance to say anything as his lover took him in his mouth so abruptly that he hissed, surprised. Jiang Cheng was opening his mouth as much as he could, letting his husband in as much and as deep as was possible. Zewu-Jun shuddered, placing his hands on his shoulders, moaning with the thundering pleasure.

Jiang Cheng was sucking and licking slower now, knowing that this would delay his lover's orgasm  –  he wanted to give him as much as he could. The warm palms, holding his hair back, the soft skin, sensitive to even the slightest movements, the heat, the pumping blood  –  it all drove him crazy. His body relaxed, and he got lost in the repetitive movements, and the only thing that existed in the world were the mesmerizing love sounds that Zewu-Jun was making, trembling underneath him. His hands were caressing, reassuring, thirsty to touch everywhere, to feel the warm skin everywhere he could.

Lan Xichen was groaning, lost in ecstasy; Jiang Cheng had found a rhythm that was not too fast, but not too slow either, and it was keeping him on the brink of finishing, lulling him back and forth in his pleasure, and it felt so amazing that he couldn't even speak to tell his loved one how good it felt. Sandu Shengshou's hands were touching him lightly and every small caress and touch sent shivers all through his body, as he was impossibly aroused at that moment. The hot mouth was playing with his cock, sucking hard, and in a second  –  kissing gently, and it felt like a totally different person was doing it. Jiang Cheng had lately gotten into the habit of giving him small quick kitty licks when he felt he was the most aroused and close to cumming  –  teasing and torturing him in that way, delaying his climax. 

He always laughed, but it almost hurt  –  he craved to finish.

- Wanyin!  –  Lan Xichen moaned and yanked his head from his body  –  the love game had continued for too long, it hurt to be so aroused for so long.

Jiang Cheng grinned, enjoying the begging look on his Zewu-Jun's face too much, and leaning in over him to kiss his lips ferociously, biting and licking roughly. The kiss was wild and messy, and made Lan Xichen growl impatiently  –  his kitten was of a mind to keep teasing him too much tonight. He flipped him over forcefully and got on top of him again, but Jiang Wanyin only giggled unafraid, smirking:

- Huan, will you fuck me? Right now?  Will you? Hard?

- Was this...  -  Lan Huan was panting.  –  Was all this just a foreplay... to get me... to fuck you hard?  A-Cheng?  –  he asked amazed, breathless.

- Maybe....  -  Jiang Cheng smiled faintly, turning his head to the side, blushing.

- Kitten... You are begging for a punishment.  –  he grunted, bending over his husband's warm body and biting hard on his neck, making him whimper and writhe underneath him.