[曦澄 | XiCheng]: The Fear Of Falling In Love [~PART 2~]

[189.] Words are very unnecessary. 🔞

NOTE:

I am not sure if this chapter is (18+).

It feels to me as if it is (35+).

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Inspiration for the chapter's title - probably the greatest love song of all times, who am I to say?

Depeche Mode  -  "Enjoy The Silence"

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In this chapter I tried, perhaps unsuccessfully, to incorporate the Haiku  tradition of involving all the senses in the experience of Art. I hope you like it.

Enjoy! 🔞

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Jiang Wanyin had no memory of how he got to be in the  Hánshì.  Someone had placed him on the bed to sit, and was now removing his clothes very slowly and very carefully. 

He faintly thought he wanted to object, to sulk and say that he could do it himself, but had no energy for it. Something was pulling him down, pulling him under, and he was so tempted just to pass out, just give in, surrender to a deep calm abyss that was calling to him, promising him peace and a safe place of rest.

He sighed deeply  –  two warm palms were undoing his hair again, two hands were caressing his shoulders. He smiled a little  –  a patient mouth was caressing his lips, and it felt like butterfly wings, it felt like the best day of his life, a picnic in the garden of the Cloud Recesses. Hot breath scorched his face now, and he blinked, trying to chase the sleep away, delay the abyss a little, just a little, just as long as the kiss lasted.

He needed to say something, he knew that he wanted to say the words that his lover liked to hear, but he was running out of air far too quickly now. Suddenly, he felt alone and cold, but he heard the rustling of clothes nearby, and it was such a familiar sound that he smiled again. "Soon."  –  his mind prompted the sentence, and his body knew  –  he knew what was coming. It was the sheer physical memory of so many times before that he could almost see it, taste it, hear it, before being in its midst.

Within just seconds the warm lips touched his eyes and he closed them, thankful for the return of the emptiness behind shut eyelids. A piece of silk got wrapped around his head, keeping his curls in place, giving him darkness. They were so close together, so close, he was so close to him, touching, that in his heart he heard the words of his lover, a promise: 

"Soon. Rest. Soon."

He was perched on the edge, and the abyss sounded like kisses, as he was feeling his slow burning kisses all over his skin. This time the loving mouth was kissing him more slowly, burning more. He was lying on his back and the darkness was swallowing him whole, but every kiss and every touch was setting him on fire, and he was burning up again and again, dying every time, and again, and then again. 

He heard himself moan, but it was a distant sound, like in a dream. The familiar scent of someone close to him was all over his skin and he knew he wanted to take this scent with him, down in the abyss. It was a fond memory of love, it was the scent of soap, and snow, and spring waterfalls, and green tea leaves, and aromatic oils, and steel, and silk, and something more... something intimate... something that was only theirs... 

Ah, yes. He remembered. The scent of sex.

He was falling down, falling into pleasure, he had stepped into the abyss finally, his body caressed and fondled, his limbs kissed thousands of times over. Slow lips were drinking his mouth, and his skin, and his juices, biting and sucking in sensitive places that made him yell and arch his back, unable and unwilling to stop the process of becoming one with someone who was a part of him already.

Restoring that part, the sense of being whole, of being precisely where you should be  –  it made that fall feel like flying.

He was smiling in the silence, happy, happy for some reason, lulled by the soft, warm waves of his love. His love was careful, and slow, and it was bold and sharp, and it cut like knives, and it caressed like a feather, and it suffocated, and it crushed stars in his womb. The black abyss contained all of it, through and through.

His mind was blank, his body enjoyed it all a little too much, and his blind eyes were leaking, yes, he was leaking  –  his water was leaving him.

Finally, finally.

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Lan Xichen was worried; perhaps this was the most he had ever been worried in his whole life. Sex started slow, with a lot of petting, and Jiang Cheng was smiling so blissfully that he could not help but think that he brought him pleasure. The headband around his eyes was supposed to help him relax and turn off at least one of his senses, but it seemed that this time it was quite unnecessary   -  Jiang Wanyin was in a very strange state of half-fainting.

He hesitated how to go on, scared of the complete silence, worried that perhaps his husband would fall asleep any moment now... But Sandu Shengshou's strong hands grabbed him, and pulled him closer, guiding him, letting him know that sex was what he wanted, what he needed, panting, choking on his saliva, soaked in all his sudden tears.

He pushed into him easily   –  his body was so relaxed and open now, holding his legs firmly up, and was now surprised by laughter and purring. The sight of his beautiful lover laughing and licking his lips, hands on his nipples, caressing and pinching them, stroking his small, but full breasts, breathing through his mouth and letting out moans with every thrust   -  all this pushed Zewu-Jun over the edge. 

Careful and slow at first, he was now shoving hard and almost violently, too aroused to think about anything. More moans, more purring, more smiles and ringing laughter  –  sex was pure joy for Jiang Wanyin this time, and it seemed that all and any pain was gone.

He bit his lip; he wished all their love-making was like that. Whatever was happening tonight, was extraordinary. It was as if not just their bodies were connected, but their spirits too. It was as if   –  somewhere deep in his chest   –  he could hear his lover calling for him: 

"More. Give me more. Give me all. I want all." 

It was as if a thunder was running through his body and his brain, and not just for a second, but over the hour in which they made love.

When Zewu-Jun finally removed the Gusu headband gently, he found his husband already asleep   –  exhausted and sweaty, but blissfully smiling.