[曦澄 | XiCheng][MDZS Modern AU]: All The Things I Never Told You [~PART 2~]

〽️👁‍🗨 Chapter 211: Ruin And Misery. (Part 2)🔞

Note:

Mature content in this chapter. 🔞

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If you are lucky enough to have ever experienced an anal orgasm  -  let me know if this description is even remotely adequate. Alas, I cannot say; all my ex-boyfriends were... hm, lame.

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So, right now Jiang Cheng was kind of sorry for mocking Lan Xichen for his idea of tucking lube away in every nook and cranny of his own house, and this flat as well. 

Tonight, things seemed to be more urgent than usual, and he now discerned the typical strawberry bubblegum artificial scent that mixed with the aroma from the soap and the shampoo in some ugly way, and for a minute there, the bathroom had the undefined surgical mix of odors that reminded him  –  in some strange way -  of the heavy acidic chemicals the Jin Gang used to dispose of dead bodies back in the glorious days.

He shuddered; it wasn't a pleasant memory. He had never witnessed the work of the "Cleaners", but he knew that the blood and the spilling brains were the lesser of two evils. There had been more brutal sights to be seen than the ones he had himself typically left behind. Jin Zixuan had been very specific about this when it came to both him and Jiang Yanli.

Soon enough, the pink scent of bubblegum prevailed, and he overheard the familiar squelching sounds of somebody smearing jelly over a surface. He knew it was going to be soon.

Doing it in the bath-tub was uncomfortable, and his knees hurt more than any other part of his body, actually, but tonight it was urgent. Tonight felt like their first time naked together, and he really didn't want to lose that. It was one of his best memories ever, entwined with one of his worst memories too: Lan Xichen's birthday, last year. 

He wondered lazily just how Lan Huan would prefer to do it this time. 

Back in November, they had only touched and masturbated, but even that had been enough. Strangely, Jiang Wanyin hadn't felt like he should perform better, or give away something   -   touching him  came as natural as breathing. It had been a magical night, last November.

Then, chronology happened. He suddenly remembered how the two of them had waited for their test results, and tears came up to his eyes; his lover had always been so patient with him, always. 

Even now, the thin fingers opened him up carefully, touched him a little, cautiously, as if he was made of glass, the gelatinous lube felt weird over his skin, just like always, yes, and  –  just like always  –  he sighed in relief, rather than groaned in pain, when the tip of the massive shaft found its way into him, inside his warm space, pushing through, inch by inch.

He was so prepared for the sensation of fullness, he was so yearning for it, that now it was he himself who fell to the front willingly, assuming his previous position without anyone pushing on his back, leaning forward, bucking his hips to the back rather, so that he could be closer, so that he would feel even fuller. His hands clutched to the far end of the tub again, and he waited.

In the next second he wanted to laugh  –  was this some kind of joke?

Quite on purpose, obviously, this time Lan Huan had decided to push only half way through, and now he was searching for the correct angle to push inside him, because...