Note:
Mature content in this chapter. 🔞
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Inspiration for this chapter's title:
Duran Duran - "Hungry Like the Wolf"
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- Mmmm?
Jiang Cheng was waking up slowly.
Somebody was calling his name.
- Wanyin? Wanyin?!? A-Cheng!!! Are you OK??? Are you alright?! Please... say something... Please... Oh, baby, please...
Somebody was calling his name.
Somebody he loved. Somebody he wanted close, all the time.
Somebody he knew.
Intimately.
- Mmm... - he purred happily.
He remembered the sweet heat spilling inside him again. It was warm and cozy again, that feeling that could not compare to anything in the world; the feeling that made you forget everything and just be, just melt, just covet more.
- Baby... - Lan Huan whimpered, not daring to move even.
He was still shaking after his own orgasm, and now his eyes lazily slid down – the sink wasn't pure snow-white any more. There were traces of ivory, sprayed randomly – remembrances of Lan Xichen's touch on his skin.
Did he do this? Had it been him?
He didn't remember.
At the time, there seemed to have been better things to think about.
Like... belonging. And love. And want. And thirst. Hunger. Desire. And ecstasy, utter bliss.
- We are... one. – he mumbled confidently, as if discovering an important mathematical axiom.
- Honey... Wanyin...
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Lan Xichen was lost.
The grand finale of their mating this time had been fierce, fast, frantic.
He had let go of Jiang Cheng's mouth, but never let go of him, and reached his own climax so violently that the shorter boy had screamed as if mortally wounded. He never quite understood whether it was in utter pleasure, or in severe pain, but at that moment it had already been too late to consider those thoughts – he could not stop himself. He couldn't. So he came again, making his lover come too, and they were in synch again, because their love-making was magic, always.
But there was something in that yell, something different than before.
And he worried.
- Are you OK? Please... please tell me... please... I think I went too far...
He was not ashamed to beg.
He was not scared.
He was pretty sure that Stella had cleaned the house and left, locking all the doors, as instructed. He had no idea just how much time they had spent together this time, but he knew for sure that his legs were tired and half his muscles were completely numb.
He could only guess how Wanyin was feeling right now.
His lover was just purring now. Just that.
He tried again to reason with him and get some information, but it seemed that Jiang Cheng was drifting away, lost in his own head, thinking his own thoughts.
What was happening today?
- Are you alright? Did I hurt you, my love... I think... I... Today I... Uhh... Wanyin? Are you---
- Get off me. – Jiang Wanyin suddenly growled, sharply coming to.
Lan Xichen blushed, and shyly pulled out of him, expecting a fight, a quarrel now, listening to him gasp as he did. God, his cock looked... awful. The strangest thing was that, albeit very swollen, it didn't hurt, at least – not more than usual. His skin was raw from the physical friction, and he was afraid to imagine just how raw Jiang Cheng was right now too.
His lover surprised him again, because, the very second Jiang Cheng got free from their precious bond, he turned around sharply and wrapped is arms around his shoulders, staggering a little, but managing to stand on tiptoe.
- Don't you ever ask such stupid... questions... - he threatened, making him smile faintly. – I am OK. I am always OK when you're near, my Fenrir...
The last words were murmured extremely lovingly, and Lan Huan, a little lost and not fully understanding, smiled a little more and kissed the warm, blushing cheek gently.
- Are you in pain, A-Cheng? I could... - he whispered, wondering how to make things better, post factum now.
- I am hungry... and I am... - Jiang Cheng hummed a little. – I am a little cold... So... Hold me...
The gentle smile got broader, and Lan Huan thought that maybe they could take a second bath that day, but his loved one just wouldn't let go of him.
- It's a strange day, Wanyin... Do you feel a little strange too? – he whispered in the warm curls.
- Mmmm...
Jiang Wanyin's fast mind was flashing disturbing bits of information at him, because reality was coming back in focus swiftly, and he was quite aware now just what the two of them had done today... but... He couldn't worry about it now. Lan Huan was the most important thing now.
- I wonder if your awful brother was watching... - he mumbled. – Fuck goddammit, do you thing fucking Wei Wuxian was watching?! – he grunted now, hugging the taller man tight still.
Lan Xichen was a little surprised. Was his A-Cheng worried? Was he jealous again?
- Hmmmm. I hope my boss wasn't watching! - he exclaimed.
His boss.
Jiang Cheng bit his lips.
Fuck.
What if A-Li had been watching?! And what about... A-Xuan...
Fuck.
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It didn't matter. Today nothing mattered but themselves.
They took a quick shower to wash the sex away, and then went straight to the kitchen to find a generous lunch waiting for them, delicious albeit cold now. Estella had predicted the future again, foretelling their needs.
Touching each other constantly, caressing and kissing each other, they promised each other that they would make love all day long, and all night long, but when they finally got to the bedroom, they just fell asleep, still not letting go of each other, holding each other tight, resting together.
The day was far behind, the show was far behind too, and in their peaceful sleep it seemed like troubles were far away. At least for now.
Alas.
Lan Wangji had not watched the show, and neither had Wei Wuxian. But someone else had watched with great interest. And ever-growing appetite.
Someone hungrier than A-Li.
Someone greedier than Jin Zixuan.
The Great Snake at the roots of Yggdrasil.
