Lan Xichen was successfully ignoring those words that were properly cooed in his neck, as he was trying to peel away all the layers of clothes from Jiang Cheng's body. He was horribly exhausted, but tonight he had made up his mind not to go to sleep before making sure his lover was blissfully snoring, no less.
- What? No shower tonight? Really... I thought...
- Hush, my love. You talk too much, and kiss too little!
- Oh, is that right, asshole?!
The slim, half-naked body glued itself to him, and Jiang Wanyin swiftly wrapped his arms around his neck, giving him a brutal kiss. He didn't mind, it felt nice.
- Come on, pretty baby. Come... Choose a movie, yea? Let's watch something! Doctor's orders!
Lan Huan removed him from his neck and started changing too: all his stuff, all his belongings he had brought from home, had been dutifully distributed in their appropriate places around the house, and he was once again amazed just what an orderly person Jiang Cheng was in reality.
His clothes were put in a neat pile next to Jiang Wanyin's clothes, and the same went for his underwear, his toiletries and his extra laptop. Yes, Stella had thought of everything in advance, but he was far too beat to be searching for movies right now.
Jiang Cheng was watching him all the time, mesmerized. It was like watching a miracle unfold in front of your very eyes – for some reason, Lan Huan looked magnificent today. He had enjoyed the warm touch all over his body, and the passionate kiss too. It was like being touched by an angel for real...
And it was almost unbelievable that Lan Huan wanted such a trivial evening in bed for them tonight – he had been truly happy when his loved one assured him that he'd sleep at his place that night, but he had suspected that they'd just make love again. He wanted to.
- Doctor's orders?! – he huffed now, jumping in his bed and opening San San's laptop. – Just where did you manage to find a doctor today, Huan? – he laughed a little, stealing glances at the young, strong, naked body, shedding silk and gabardine, and slipping into homey soft cotton.
- Well...
Lan Xichen joined him in bed, pushing the computer to the side, brushing it off as if it was just a mere nuisance now, a speck of dust on a table-cloth, and leaned over the gasping Jiang Cheng, gliding his open hand over his belly, and crotch, and thighs, caressing him possessively.
