[[忘羡 | WangXian 3]] : Our Flesh And Bones

Breathless. [TW]

NOTE:

Today's update is dedicated to Xiao Zhan's birthday! I know I am a day late, but yea.Happy 30th birthday, dear bunny! We love you very much! 🥰❤️

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These two days were a dream for both Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng. They spent all the time together, in bed, or at some of their favorite spots in Yunmeng, only now they both knew how Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji felt too. 

Jiang Wanyin found out that his feelings for his lover were only getting deeper in time, as his disbelief and skepticism were disappearing with every new kiss and caress. His heart was opening more and more, now that they had taken the next step, and he had proof; so, their relationship was blooming, like any one thing that is cared for, provided for, and cherished.

They were thirsty  for each other; every moment of togetherness was a moment of tenderness, touching, feeling, yearning. Wei Wuxian's words to Sandu Shengshou acted as a wake-up call; Jiang Cheng realized fully how lucky and blessed he was – Lan Xichen was exquisite, and he was re-discovering this by the minute. He would gaze, mesmerized, at a beauty and grace that was otherworldly, almost scarily so.

Lan Huan, on his part, was amazed at the warmth, constant desire, and adoration he was showered with. 

Jiang Cheng was very handsome in a cruel, harsh, uncut, untamed way. He observed some of the customs of his Clan, but was also unafraid to change whatever annoyed him. He never hesitated to speak openly, and give anyone a piece of his mind. He was brave and bold beyond any common sense sometimes, and Lan Xichen admired that in him. In a way, one could say that he was the perfect opposite of Jin Guangyao – there was no pretense in him, no ulterior motives, no cunning, no scheming. 

He carried his heart on his sleeve, and Lan Xichen had decided in his own heart that he would do the impossible to protect him, as he was so easily bruised – on the inside, in his soul.

They made love more, hungry for more, hating to leave each other, even so that they could sleep a little. It was an exhausting journey they were taking together, but the sensations and the feelings that filled their bodies, minds and hearts, were worth it. Every loving look was cherished, every touch was appreciated, every shared breath was valued, every second together was treasured.