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

[196.] Milk and honey. [continued]

The doctor visited one last time, telling them that Sandu Shengshou was healing nicely and swiftly, and   –   grinning   -   joked that he hoped the next time they called for him, it would be because of a second baby coming. 

Zewu-Jun had grown too pale, but sent him off with rich presents and low bows, thankful that his family was safe and sound, and strong and healthy.

It was all new and fascinating for him  –  the way Jiang Wanyin would know how to hold and handle the little bundle, so gently and carefully, or the way the small creature would calm down and reach out his arms the second he was placed in Jiang Wanyin's open arms. But the most stunning and fascinating by far was the process of breastfeeding.

It was hard at first, as no one had any idea how to do this. The housekeeper tried to give advice based on personal experience, but both of them were just blushing and lost. It was really frustrating also because the baby was crying too loud, clearly very hungry, and Jiang Cheng was almost sobbing  –  those cries broke his heart too badly. 

Finally, Lan Xichen chased the woman out, frowning  –  the whole flood of information was not too helpful, and his husband was getting more and more upset by all the stories of possible horrid scenarios.

- I don't want him to be with a strange woman, Zewu-Jun!  -  Jiang Wanyin wailed when they were finally alone.

Zewu-Jun watched, helplessly, both his loved one and his son cry and whimper, blinking and afraid.

- Oh, honey, no... Let's try... And if it doesn't work... We...  It will be a last resort, my love... Oh, Wanyin, please, stop crying... Oh...

At first the baby would not even turn its head to suck, he just cried pitifully, and after a lot of sniffling and tears and drama, finally Lan Huan took his son in his arms, trying to lull him and calm him down a little, wondering how to tell his miserable husband that perhaps a woman would do this job a little better.  Jiang Cheng was sniffling and sulking, totally aware that they could not keep the baby hungry indefinitely, and wrapped his shirt around his body again, basically giving himself a hug unhappily. But as he did, he felt moisture on his arms. 

Gaping, he opened the shirt again, making Zewu-Jun gasp and blush.

Now both of them froze and the only sound that could be heard were the baby's weak mewling cries. Lan Xichen never quite realized that he had approached the bed, enchanted by the sight, staring and totally forgotten about the baby in his arms.

Sandu Shengshou mumbled:

- Yea, I have heard about this from Shìjiè,  it happens when the baby is...crying... My milk... is leaking.

He looked up at his husband, flushed and ashamed, just to see Zewu-Jun very red in the face and panting, his eyes burning. He knew what this meant  all too well.  And once again, for whichever time in his married life, he understood that Lan Xichen liked, loved,  everything about him  –  the sight of the white drops on his chest and nipples did not repulse his husband, it turned him on.

- Huan? Are you alright, husband?  –  he smiled broadly, too happy to see such desire again.

- I... I... Ugh... I think... ohhhh...

Sandu Shengshou laughed out loud and stretched out his arms to get the baby back, and this time things were better. The angry sucking sounds made him laugh again, but he also moaned, as the strong jaws were clenched too severely around his sensitive nipples now.

Zewu-Jun was down on his knees again, gasping, breathless, spellbound by the sounds, the view, the pure scent, and his lover's moans  –  the expression of pain and pleasure was once again on Jiang Cheng's face, an expression he knew oh so well.

- Wanyin... Kitten... I...  -  he murmured, swallowing hard, too turned on to speak. –  How can you... possibly... be even more amazing... I...

Very flushed, aroused by the stimulation of his nipples and seeing his husband so hot and bothered, Jiang Cheng looked at him lovingly, whispering yet again:

- Do you want me... Zewu-Jun...?

Lan Xichen groaned, aching too much to be with him, to take him with all his force and all his energy, to possess him fully, just for himself, and their mouths collided in a deep and passionate kiss over their now happily suckling and content son.