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

[8.] Your wedding kiss, Sandu Shengshou...

The world stopped spinning the second Zewu-Jun's lips touched his, and he was grateful that they had not kissed at their wedding, as he was sure he was going to faint any moment now.

The softest lips touching him, the exquisitely beautiful mouth drinking him - Jiang Cheng was getting lost, opening his mouth more, letting his husband in, swooning in his arms. It was a warm and tender kiss, rather like a caress, a breath they shared, a warmth that was welcomed on a cold night. He moaned a little, and only realized it later, as it encouraged Lan Xichen to tighten his grip on his body and start kissing him deeper, and more passionately. 

Jiang Cheng gasped, and pushed him away a little, panting, breathless, blushing.

- I... I apologize... I think I lost myself there for a moment...  -   Lan Huan stuttered.

Jiang Cheng lowered his eyes, very red in the face – it was his very first kiss.

He finally caught his breath and said quietly:

- Thank you for this, Zewu-Jun. It was... lovely.

Lan Xichen shuddered. It had been his first real  kiss, one he had been longing to taste, and he felt it as thunder running through his body, turning him on, shaking him to his very core. He looked at his husband, all flushed, as his hands were trembling.

- I... I am the one who should thank you, Sandu Shengshou... Thank you for this gift... - he said hoarsely, trying to fight his arousal.

Jiang Cheng looked up at him, amazed at the words, and too surprised to see Lan Xichen so lost. 

He shook his head sadly:

- This must be a dream... I cannot possibly be so lucky. It is just one of my vivid dreams. This is all.

Lan Huan was gaping at him now. 

Did he really dream of them kissing? 

He bit his lip   -   Jiang Cheng looked even sadder than before, somehow lost in his clothes.

- I can assure you, it is not a dream. We are very much awake.  –  Lan Xichen murmured, taking his chin and lifting his face up. 

Their eyes met and he asked, breathless:

- Tell me, Jiang Wanyin, did you really dream of me kissing you?

- I...  Zewu-Jun... Uh...  -   he stuttered, blushing severely much.

Jiang Cheng tried to escape as he couldn't possibly answer that question, but the two strong hands on his waist now became two strong arms around him, and his eyes opened wide as Lan Xichen buried his face in his neck, kissing him gently, and licking, tasting his skin.

- Uhhh... -  he moaned, it felt so good. – Please... Lan Xichen, please... No... Let me go, please...  - he was whimpering, fighting weakly to escape the grip on his body.

- You smell so good, husband... You taste so good...  - Lan Huan was whispering, lost, drunk on the sensation of the softest skin, of the faint scent of bath water fragrances, of the slightly salty taste of Jiang Cheng's skin.

- No... please... - Sandu Shengshou almost collapsed in his embrace, and when he faced him, all flushed and aroused, he saw tears in his eyes again. 

He sniffed:

- Please... It is impossible... You cannot possibly like me... I am a monster...ugly... You deserve someone better, Zewu-Jun...

- Hmmmm.  –  Lan Xichen smiled, brushing his tears away again.  –  You may be right, husband. But then... - he took his hand and suddenly placed it on the bulge between his legs. – How do you explain this?

Jiang Wanyin gasped and blushed deeply, so shocked that he forgot to take his hand away. Lan Xichen was kneeling in front of him still, now closing his eyes  –  the warmth of his husband's palm on his manhood felt amazing.

He now gasped sharply, as Jiang Cheng moved his hand a little up and down, teasing him, making him moan and sweat. 

He opened his eyes, all flushed:

- I have never felt this way before, Jiang Cheng...  -  he murmured.

- Yes... No... me neither...  -  Sandu Shengshou said breathlessly, feeling the erection twitch and throb in his palm.  –  Are you really so hard just because I am... touching you...?  –  he asked incredulously.

Lan Xichen was staring in the huge almond eyes, nodding slightly, and biting his lip as Jiang Cheng let go of him. He swallowed hard, and moved to sit on the bench again, still very flushed and breathless.

- Forgive me...  -   he mumbled, sounding dejected.  –  You still need to rest and recover. I was... It was inappropriate, Sandu Shengshou.

Jiang Cheng stared at him, still amazed. He silently waited to wake up from the best dream in his life.