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

[138.] Come for me./Come with me. 🔞

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- Please... Please... You don't know... You...

Zewu-Jun lifted his legs, pushing them wide open, and placing them over his forearms.

- Are you wet for me, Jiang Wanyin?  –  he smirked, leaning in and giving Jiang Cheng's hot slit a quick kitty lick too.

Jiang Cheng moaned, throwing his head back; he really wanted more. 

His legs were shaking and his muscles tensed; he begged:

- More... Please... More, please.... Zewu-Jun, please... Husband, please...

- Ahhh... You see how it feels now? Is it a torture, Wanyin?  Mmmm?  –  he murmured, pushing his legs apart some more, opening him terribly.

- It is!  Zewu-Jun... Uh... It is... Please... Husband, please... Fill me up... I am craving for you... so much... 

Lan Huan laughed and leaned in again, and Jiang Cheng's eyelashes fluttered, expecting the utter pleasure of his lover's tongue pushing deep into him; but what he got was just another kitty lick, swift and too short. 

He whimpered, and tears welled up in his eyes.

- Why.. Why... Zewu-Jun... Why are you punishing me so much...?

His hand moved over his belly and he reached down to at least bring himself a little satisfaction, getting his fingers in easily as he was extremely wet and ready. His mouth opened and he sighed deeply with the new pleasure, but not for long. 

He sharply opened his eyes when Lan Xichen yanked his hand away, growling:

- Oh, no, kitten, you don't!

However, his eyes opened wider as now Lan Xichen's grip on his legs tightened, and his hard-on found its way between his legs easily, and he pushed so hard and sharp that his whole body was literally tossed up. He yelled with the absolute and perfect pleasure that now filled him, and his arms reached up, wrapping themselves around Zewu-Jun's shoulders, as they merged into one, violently and passionately, smoothly and effortlessly. He exhaled in Lan Huan's hair, relieved, and Zewu-Jun pushed hard indeed, and kissed all over, and then grabbed him in his embrace and placed him in his lap, in this way reaching even deeper inside him. 

Jiang Cheng whined in his neck:

- Love me... I am yours... Have me... Take me... Fuck me so hard, Zewu-Jun... Make me feel you... Come inside me... I want you!

Lan Xichen was rocking him on top of his erection brutally, sharply, feeling how turned on and wet he was, knowing this yearning oh too well. They were breathing in each other's hair, holding each other too tight, leaving bruises on the skin where their fingertips and nails were digging in, sweating together, panting, listening to each other's small grunts and whimpers. Zewu-Jun yearned to finally come, but he wanted to prolong his husband's pleasure too. And it hurt, and it felt too good, their sex was ecstasy and it was torture, like so many times before.

- Huan... Huan... So amazing... I think... I think I'm going to come...  Zewu-Jun!!!  -  Jiang Cheng whimpered pitifully.

Lan Huan lazily wondered about these words, but he never stopped, expecting his lover's warm milky seed on their bellies, as usual. To his surprise, what he felt was something very different.

Jiang Cheng bit into his husband's neck, whimpering and shaking badly, as Zewu-Jun's thrusts came in awesome waves so deep and forceful inside him that he barely managed to stay conscious. And now he felt an uncontrollable sensation starting somewhere deep too, a new wave of ecstasy he had never felt before, one that demanded unrelentingly to be set free; it was a smiting feeling of bliss and а different kind of pleasure, begging to be released so that he could finally rest. His previous orgasms with Zewu-Jun felt differently, but it was still the same pent-up, deeply pleasurable moment that needed to be released. He cried a little, and let go, clutching desperately to Lan Xichen's body for support.

Lan Huan's eyes opened wide as he felt a new wave of heat, bathing his cock  as he pushed one more time into his lover's body. The warmth was so unexpected and gentle that he felt it was the last drop in a cup that was already overflowing. 

He stared down between them, feeling, rather than seeing the warm transparent liquid, escaping Jiang Cheng's body, and  –  clenching his teeth  –  he let go too, unable to bear the accumulating pleasure and heat. With one last thrust he came hard and heavy inside his whimpering husband's wetness, which now felt raw and closing around his cock so much more, groaning loud and burying his nails deep in Jiang Cheng buttocks.

They stayed like this, wet, soaked, inside each other, panting and silent, for a long time. Lan Xichen needed to wait before pulling out, because now every small movement he made momentarily made Jiang Cheng whimper and shiver terribly. He held his shaking husband gently, waiting for him to get down from his high  –  the aftermath of the orgasm lasted longer than either of them had anticipated. 

He whispered:

- What... What was that, Wanyin... It was... it was...

Jiang Cheng shook his head, speechless. He hid his face in Zewu-Jun's chest, begging for more petting. 

Lan Xichen was caressing his hair and back gently, trying to calm him down, cooing in his ear:

- So amazing... A-Cheng, you are so absolutely incredible... I love you so much... So much, Wanyin... My little one... My kitten...  

- Was it good for you, Zewu-Jun?  –  in the end he managed to whisper, exhausted, as they separated their bodies slowly and carefully.

- More. More than good...  -  Lan Huan sighed deeply, too content.  -  Sandu Shengshou... This is the first time I have ever made a girl come... I...  -  he stuttered.

- Are you mad at me?  -  Jiang Cheng finally lifted his eyes to look at his face, searching for some sign of his feelings at that moment.

- Mad?  For giving me such a great pleasure? Why would I be mad, my little one?  –  Lan Huan was cooing, kissing his lips and his forehead gently.

- I don't know. I thought perhaps you didn't like it... It is...  -  he looked away, flushed.  –  It is... embarrassing...

- Wanyin... No...

- But I couldn't.... I couldn't control myself... It felt so good, Zewu-Jun... To have you so deep... Deeper than before, or so it felt...  -  he murmured dreamily.

- So it was good for you too, my loved one?  -  Zewu-Jun smiled gently.

- Very... Oh, very!  -  Jiang Wanyin lisped, drunk on the memory.

- Then I promise we'll do it again.

Jiang Cheng cuddled into him, too happy. 

Falling asleep too fast, he managed to mumble:

- In the new bed? Zewu-Jun?

- Mmmm. Yes, kitten.

- I love you, Zewu-Jun.

- I love you too, kitten...