Note:
Ummm, maybe 🔞? I personally don't think so, but be warned: some explicit content ahead.
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Tuesday, the 20th of January
Surely, Jiang Cheng had quite a few clothes of his own already, washed diligently and tucked away in the huge closet where Lan Huan kept his stuff. But today, the young lawyer's heart was melting, as he was sitting on the sofa at 10 a.m., sipping on a cup of coffee and watching him come down the stairs, wearing just his shorts and one of his shirts.
One of his best shirts. One of the most expensive ones.
He was absolutely certain that Wanyin had just pulled the first thing off the first hanger. Stella was going to be furious!
He looked so adorable... He looked like he was wearing a raincoat, but the pale purple color suited him so perfectly that Lan Xichen sighed, fascinated once again.
- What are you staring at, asshole?!
This was the "good morning" Jiang Cheng grunted at him, before disappearing into the kitchen for his own cup of coffee. But it meant nothing, ah, it meant absolutely nothing, because in just a minute his Jiang Wanyin came back with a fragrant cup of coffee and just pushed his laptop to the side once again, mumbling under his nose, and cuddled into him on the soft sofa.
- Did you sleep well, little kitten? – Lan Huan cooed, stroking the long dark hair.
- I missed you. – an unhappy grunt.
- But, baby, we spent the night together? – Lan Xichen raised an eyebrow, letting him snuggle and taking a sip of coffee.
- I wanted you. – Jiang Cheng scoffed accusingly.
- Wanyin, we need rest. We... I am betting you are just as raw as me! Honey, we can't---
- I don't care. – Jiang Cheng chose to ignore the pleading voice. – I want you.
Lan Xichen shuddered. The last sentence sounded... desperate. As if they had been apart for days. Months. Years.
No. He could not imagine that any more. It was quite impossible.
Placing his cup on the low table, next to Jiang Cheng's, he now hugged him better and murmured:
- Honey, we can't just spend our lives in bed, fucking.
- Sure we can, moron!
- Baby, one day rest. Just one. I... I know you need it... But... But...
Jiang Wanyin frowned a little, there was a different kind of pleading in the deep voice. He now looked up, mildly curious. Of course, oh but of course it was true! He was hurting, and his skin was raw, but it was a pain he was glad to sacrifice at the altar of their love; the way Lan Huan made him feel when they were together, deep into each other – it was the best thing in his life.
For a sharp second he realized that he was addicted. He was an addict. Not to sex, but to his lover.
He could not let him go. Ever again. They could not be apart. Never again.
But now Lan Xichen was blushing prettily, and he wondered why. What were they even talking about? The taller man looked away, avoiding his questioning eyes, and it suddenly dawned on him.
