[曦澄 | XiCheng]: The Fear Of Falling In Love [~PART 1~]

[31.] Ribbons and the darkness.

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Jiang Cheng blushed severely  –   he knew he was not too good at lying, but he didn't want to worry his husband. And the pet name wasn't making him angry any more, as Lan Xichen somehow always found a way to pronounce it so that it sounded incredibly erotic,  which made him blush even more.

- I am not.  –   he huffed, trying to hide all this.  –   I am tired. And I am hungry. And I am sleepy, Zewu-Jun. And my head is killing me. And I miss you. And I want us to be in bed right now. And I worry about your birthday. And I...

- Alright, alright, darling, I got it!  – Lan Xichen laughed out loud, taking his hand and kissing it.

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After dinner, Zewu-Jun asked the housekeeper to draw a bath for them, and also to bring some special tea to help with her Master's pain. When she brought the tea to them, they were relaxing in the bath.

- Huan, please take the damned headband off... It's just us now.  -   Jiang Cheng grumbled.

- Why, honey? – he smiled.

- I like you better without it. You look... better. Free.  –   he turned a little to hug him.

- Hmmm. I think I know what you mean. But it's tradition, darling. I am sure you... know... you know what it means...

- Tradition? Hell, you are the Clan Leader!  -   Jiang Wanyin huffed.  –   Whatever you  say becomes tradition!

He watched Lan Xichen bite his lip. He wasn't as ready for change as him, perhaps, but he couldn't understand why. This whole thing was awfully old-fashioned, but both Zewu-Jun and his brother observed it blindly.

- Yes... I do know what it means. But it makes no difference... because we're married, Huan.  –  he looked up at him, wondering if he was mad at him.

- Would you like to... Would you  take it off...? Wanyin...   -   Lan Huan gasped.

A quick thought ran through Sandu Shengshou's mind – Lan Xichen did not care about the ribbon itself, he cared about who touched him. And now he was inviting him to touch him as his lover, partner, husband.

He sat in his lap, straddling his hips, and smiled. Then he lifted his hands and gently caressed the long hair; he liked to bury them in the thick darkness that were Zewu-Jun's heavy locks. Quick fingers untied the band, and Jiang Cheng put it in his mouth so that his hands were free to rearrange the strands of hair and help his husband wash them. Lan Xichen was gaping at him, flushed, staring at his mouth thirstily.

- Better!  -  Jiang Wanyin exclaimed, taking the ribbon out of his mouth.  –  What is it? Are you alright? Huan?  –   he leaned in to take a closer look, as, at candlelight, Zewu-Jun's skin would look pale as wax, but now he looked feverish.

- You are so hot... I love you...  -   he murmured shyly.

- Zewu-Jun...  -   Jiang Cheng was blushing too. He was watching him  –  his eyes were very bright, his chest was heaving. He submerged his hand and touched between his legs just to find out that Lan Xichen was very, very turned on already. 

The moment his fingers touched the gentle skin, he bit his lip again and closed his eyes.

Sandu Shengshou was watching all this, and again it was getting hard to breathe, hard to focus. He leaned in and asked in his ear:

- Do you want me, Lan Huan...? Now...? Do you want me now....?

- Yes... Yes...  -   he said coarsely, feeling the softest touch on his cock, gasping.

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