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

[172.] Kneel. 🔞 [TW]

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Lan Xichen was aching with desire, his mind still could not comprehend how he got to be married to the hottest person on earth... 

He slid his hands all over his husband's torso, and Jiang Cheng felt exposed, vulnerable, as if  naked and petted in public. Was there really someone watching them right now? He saw nothing, but the possible, probable danger was sharpening his senses and his skin was too tight and hypersensitive again, feeling his husband's caresses hundred times more intensely now. His mouth was wide open, and he closed his eyes, choosing to trust Zewu-Jun fully to protect him and their baby if anything was to happen.

A thirsty mouth was sucking on his neck and he was groaning, tilting his head, letting his lover have more access to him. A warm palm was caressing his nipples, too slowly, torturing him, and the other warm palm was sliding down, and now was stroking his cock slowly too, carefully. 

As in time the strokes got faster, he turned his head, resting it on Lan Xichen's chest, looking up, imploring. Zewu-Jun knew what those burning, defying eyes begged for; he leaned in immediately and merged their mouths, now smiling a little as he felt Sandu Shengshou's hand reach up and hold his hair back and up, making their deep kiss visible to whoever wanted to see. 

Yes, it was all on display, the both of them, they were in their own home, in their own bed, and had nothing to hide.

The slim, maddening fingers were squeezing now, and working so fast that Jiang Cheng shivered and let go, cumming with a loud grunt as his mouth was still busy biting back, his tongue pushing back, kissing aggressively and breathlessly. A second later, Zewu-Jun broke the kiss and let go of his mouth just to see Jiang Cheng, still shaking with his orgasm, take his hand and lick it clean of the milky substance, panting and grinning like a madman. 

He threw his head back and laughed out loud, too quick to lean down again and merge their mouths again so that they could share the taste of his seed. The strong arms were holding Jiang Wanyin's body protectively as they were kissing each other madly, messily, deeply, laughing and grunting into the kiss, too happy to be together and so impossibly close.

- Zewu-Jun... Ah, Zewu-Jun... I thought you were going to claim  that lovely tight ass  tonight!  -  Jiang Cheng mocked, perhaps saying it a bit too loudly, panting.

Lan Xichen laughed heartily, hearing his own words being thrown back at him now, and he exclaimed:

- Ah, serves me right for taking such a mouthy little wife!!!

- Little?!?  -  Jiang Cheng's grin was too broad, and so cheeky that Lan Huan was suddenly reminded of Wei Wuxian. 

He shook his head to chase the image away.

- Mmm... Kitten... But you are... Wanyin... So soft... so lovely...so sweet... That scent, husband... that taste! My sweet little one... My sweetheart...

Jiang Wanyin was enjoying the petting and the loving words, spoken in his hair and in his nape, but still hurriedly got down on his hands and knees, ready, impatient to be filled up again.

- Hurry! Show me!  –  he growled, absurdly aroused.

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Lin Shou-Yi's brain was on fire. He was thankful that there was no moon tonight and the wind shook the bamboo thicket behind the  Hánshì,  and hid his shadow well that night. He was staring in through the open window, cursing the day he had arrived in Yumeng at all. The Masters were whispering to each other, and he could not catch all the words spoken, but the words that were screamed out loud he had no problems with, and neither  –  with their shared laughter.

This was torture, it was torment!

It hurt so deeply that he was shaking, trembling with his own profound heartache.