In the ancient realm there was a soul who was known widely as Hanguang-Jun.
He was known to be aloof and away from worldly beings. Seldom people knew him for who he was or what his heart truly yearned in reality.
A man who loved dearly and in retu...
Please note this chapter contains Smut. This chapter is important for Lan Zhan to understand why he feels and what he feels for Wei Ying. It's important for his character development. This chapter places his emotions in perspective.
So sit back and enjoy and if you can't read this chapter, please jump to the next one.
Much love.
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Meditating on the banks of the sacred pool, under the full moon, by the peonies tree, my zen is disturbed when there is a sudden splash of water and few drops are scattered on me. Opening my eyes to glare at the intruder, my breathing falters when I see his grin in front of me.
Wei Ying.
Body submerged into the water, only his face his floating above the surface.
"Lan Zhan" he calls my name seductively as he slowly, oh so slowly raises and breaks the surface tension. Under the moonlight, and a lantern nearby, his body glows under, as the rivulets of water stream down his body causing an illusion of mercury. His hair is untied and is plastered to his back. The water dampens his hair and some of them cling tight. Raising higher, he supports himself on his forearm and they bunch under pressure.
I gasp inwardly.
His dark lotus eyes watch me with such intimate pleasure and hunger, as his stark eyelashes makes his blinks look more heavy.
With just a breath of a gap, I attentively watch his mole as it stands out. Watching me look at his mole, he purrs "Lan Zhan, look up here" and my eyes seek his immediately.
Smiling, his dimple deepens as he nudges his nose against mine. He slowly traces his skin against my cheek and I can feel the wetness causing me goosebumps. My eyes widens as he whispers sweet murmurs in my ear. Shell shocked I am frozen to my spot as he keeps teasing me. He places his forehead on my neck and the rivulets from his, slithers down my chin, dampening my collar. He repeats the same the other side and looking back I realise my whole face is wet.
He brings his fingers to my temple and traces the bridge of my nose, down to my chin and his fingers hover above my lips. My eyes don't leave his as they are drunk with lust.
Just a fraction of whisper and his finger brushes against my lower lip and he bites his succulent lips and that breaks my vow.
The heart that yearned for him, was strung so tight, the soul that longed for him, finally was set free and in that one moment, I gave up on everything.
It was just him.
Me.
Us.
My hands grab him and pull him closer to me. One threaded against his hair and the other against his waist and I crashed my lips against his, sucking him dry like a man parched without food and water. His moans were music to my ears and our hot breaths mingled to form a union. Dragging him outside the pool, I laid him onto the ground and continued to ravish his mouth, my tongue seeking its mate.
