[153.] From top to bottom. [III] 🔞

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Zewu-Jun was pushing into him slowly and carefully, afraid not to break the bed, not so much because of the money he had to pay for it afterwards, but because of their baby's safety. Jiang Cheng's warm belly between them felt amazing, and as they found their rhythm, he was leaving kisses on it often, murmuring words of love and caressing the tight, stretched skin.

Jiang Wanyin's eyelids were drooping, and he let himself be carried away, be impaled, rocked, filled up slowly and gradually. It felt better; it felt right. He didn't have to worry, at least for the hours they completed each other fully. In those precious minutes he didn't doubt that Zewu-Jun belonged to him absolutely, he didn't have anything left to prove. 

He realized that sex was not a means to an end. It was the end. It wasn't a tool to be used. It was just a part of their love, a part of themselves.

- You are so loved... So loved, Wanyin... My love, you are adored... I adore you, husband...

Lan Xichen was whispering madly in his lover's ear, making him whimper and purr, reassuring him all the time. He now knew that Jiang Cheng needed this.

- I love you... Zewu-Jun, I love you so much... Love me... I love you...

Jiang Wanyin was sobbing, repeating himself over and over, as now his mind and his heart were overfilled with joy and adoration. His happiness was complete, he had everything he had ever wanted, in this room, in this bed.

- Everything I do...all is for you, husband... You are my treasure... You are my priceless gift...

Lan Xichen was kissing his messy face, kissing the tears away, murmuring the prettiest words, cooing and coaxing him, telling him all the things he needed to hear.

- Huan... Never leave me.... Never... Promise me...

In Jiang Cheng's head only one thing mattered  –  to have his husband as close as was humanly possible  –  and in no way, nothing, nowhere was closer than this.  They brought each other slow tormenting pleasure, unable to speed up, unable to come, awfully flushed and insanely teased.

- I'm here. My love, I'm here...

Lan Huan was so tense and sweaty that his shirt was glued to his back. He craved a release that could only be achieved in one way. His mouth was drinking the soft lips, eating up all the groans and grunts, all the syllables that were his names. 

Finally, he muttered in Jiang Wanyin's neck:

- A-Cheng, I must... We need... Uhh...

- Yes.

Jiang Cheng understood; it'd been too long, and both of them were exhausted and craving to finish. Their separation was painful at that precise moment, but they couldn't wait any more. He stepped out of bed, his legs shaking terribly, and tried to find their robes and cloaks to place on the floor so that they could finally have closure.

But in the darkness he felt dizzy and disoriented and only managed to grab at the thick curtains, covering the only window in the room. He tripped on something and slipped, bringing all the fabric down to the floor, falling on top of it all with a grunt.

Zewu-Jun was gaping, mesmerized, as now the room was sufficiently illuminated by the moon, and the pale moonlight was falling on his husband's glowing skin, on the long hair, falling to the side, on the flushed cheeks and crimson lips; on Sandu Shengshou  -  his amazing body, on that lovely ass, ready and waiting for him on all fours.

Jiang Cheng didn't even have time to curse, as was his intention, because in the blink of an eye he was held to a hot and trembling body, his legs were pushed apart and he got penetrated with a growl. He gave out a yell at the dull pain and the impossible pleasure.

- Wanyin... So tight... So hot, so tight... Oh, my love...

The feeling of being filled up so much, so incredibly deep, was incomparable. Jiang Wanyin was breathless, as his husband reached so deep inside of him, but still smiling, content. The pain was going away with every new push, and Zewu-Jun's whispers in his ear were casting a spell on his mind, and he could only pant:

- Faster... Please, faster... Come... I want to feel you... Come... I need you to come...

It was the only invitation that Lan Xichen needed. He sank his teeth deep into Sandu Shengshou's neck, pinning him into position, listening to his loud moans as his hips worked at the pace that had been longed for by them both. Jiang Cheng felt his cock leaking after the very first thrusts, but the pleasure of coming could not compare with the pleasure of feeling his loved one inside him. Zewu-Jun's teeth were biting harder and harder, drawing blood, but that pain could not compare either. 

He was screaming, begging for his reward, begging for his beloved's satisfaction, begging to please. Nothing was more important than Lan Xichen's pleasure in that moment, and it felt right to be so.


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The room shook, and the moon fell to earth, and all the land was an impossible flash of light, and it exterminated everything and everyone in the world, leaving just the two of them, united, belonging, destined, doomed  to be together. And then Sandu Shengshou opened his eyes and it was all gone, and he was dripping with blood, and saliva, and sperm, and he lazily realized that his baby had slept through it all, slept through the end of the old world, and the beginning of the new one. 

He smiled.

- Are you alright? Wanyin, are you alright?! Can you hear me?! A-Cheng?!

Words were coming from far away, and someone was shaking him awake, but he didn't want to be awake, he was so tired, so very tired... 

He wanted Zewu-Jun, and he wanted his bed. His eyes rolled in his head, and the last thing he felt were two strong arms and a waterfall of dark water, black water, tickling his face, making him remember love.

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