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

[170.] Alert. [TW]

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- Do you trust me, little one?

Lan Xichen was frowning, speaking very quietly. Jiang Cheng put too much effort to emerge from the water as gracefully as possible. He had absolutely no idea how his husband still found him attractive; the only thought in his head when he looked in the mirror now was of a  toad.

- Well, Zewu-Jun, after last night, I dare say, I trust you completely.  –  he sniggered, looking up at his face.

- Hmmm.

Lan Huan took him in his arms too sharply, making him gasp and whispered in his ear slowly:

- We are being watched, Wanyin. Perhaps we are being listened to as well.

Jiang Cheng frowned for a moment, but then kissed his neck gently, realizing that Zewu-Jun needed him to play a role, masking the fact that he knew.

- Have you got a present for me, husband?  For our anniversary?  Don't think I have forgotten, Zewu-Jun!  –  he purred, biting on his lover's ear.

Lan Huan laughed and the water in the bath vibrated  –  sometimes, when he laughed sincerely, from the bottom of his heart, the room echoed with the strong sound. Jiang Wanyin was always mesmerized by this; now, too, he stared into the beautiful face, biting his lips, his hands resting on his belly, and his heart pounding like crazy.

- We'll see, kitten. Are you going to be  a good kitten?  Mmmm?  –  he smirked, staring back into the large brilliant eyes lovingly.

- Ah, but, but, Zewu-Jun!  I have been nothing but good!  –  he huffed, but his eyes were slowly searching the room, the door, the windows. 

No. Nothing.

- I will think about it. Perhaps I could get you another toy, just like your birthday present, darling? Would you like that, my soft kitten?

Jiang Cheng was blushing, extremely grateful for his husband's decision for a bigger bath-tub, as now he could relax back, his legs wrapped around Lan Huan's waist, feeling his slow fingers find the tender skin between his thighs, stroking, pressing, massaging.

- Uhhhhhh...

He threw his head back, eyes scouting the lengths of the ceiling, listening carefully for any sounds that might come from above, from the rooftop.

- Come... Kiss me, my love... Come...  -  he whispered, and it was not a  pretense  any more.

Lan Xichen hovered over him, almost menacingly; in the dark room, by the light of just the two candles, he looked like a demon who had come to claim his soul. 

He smiled. He was too ready to give him anything.

- I am.. so proud of you... Clan Leader Jiang...  -  Zewu-Jun was murmuring between kisses, obliging his loved one's thirst for his lips yet once again, gladly, meaning every word.

- The present... Huan... Please...  -  Jiang Wanyin was panting, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, looking up at his face earnestly, his own face burning.

Lan Xichen understood, and his laughter rang loud and clear again.

- Oh? So I am not enough for you, kitten?  Mmm? You need more? So thirsty, my little one!

- Please... yes...  - he said shamelessly, panting.  -  I must have you more... better... I must... I must...