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the 21st of January
Jiang Cheng woke up first the next morning and stretched in bed.
Lan Huan was sleeping deeply, exhausted, his open mouth gaping comically as he was snoring lightly, a thin strand of his hair in his mouth too.
He smiled. Just how late had he stayed up last night? Reading about... stuff?
There was no need for it, but he blushed. Last night had been gentle, and he was glad they had talked. He felt better today. A little bit better than yesterday.
More sure than yesterday.
He loved him a little bit more today; more than yesterday.
The sex toys were scattered all over the two arm-chairs in two of the corners of the room, and he got out of bed lazily, approaching now, staring at them with – almost? – curiosity. Had it really been him who had chosen those yesterday? It sounded incredible. He had never been so bold when it came to... well... foreplay.
He was observing the stuff with a kind of clinical detachment. He had an idea what worked how, and now he calmly pondered rather about positions and energy required – the mechanics of it all, the pressure on the knees, the tightness of the knots, the speed one could afford. He dared not rummage through them and take a closer look – he didn't want to wake Lan Huan up.
It was a little weird not to need a shower right now. They usually had it, in the mornings, after an exhausting night of love-making. But last night had been for sleep and re-uniting of souls.
- For rest... - he whispered to himself.
Yes, rest was also necessary, no matter how much they craved each other.
Stepping slowly through the thick lush carpet, he tiptoed downstairs, to the kitchen. But, getting there, he gasped, unpleasantly startled.
