[曦澄 | XiCheng][MDZS Modern AU]: All The Things I Never Told You [~PART 1~]

〽️👁‍🗨 Chapter 164: Carbon Dioxide Happiness. 🔞 {!!!TW!!!}

Note :

Mature content in this chapter. 🔞 Very mature.

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TRIGGER WARNING for deviant sexual behavior and breathplay, lol, coz you bitches are all gonna be judging, ain't you?
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Also, a fair warning:

Please, don't take breathplay lightly. Ever.

It might sound easy when I write it, but any form of BDSM is complicated and requires practice and an experienced partner, at least one. Erotic/autoerotic asphyxiation is a special kind of kink that might turn dangerous and even lethal if you don't know what you're doing. 

I am placing a [TRIGGER WARNING], although I am not sure if it should be there at all.

Yet, practice BDSM with caution, and always educate yourself first.

This, after all, is a work of fiction.

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Lan Xichen was doing his best to strain his muscles and not press down on the delicate body too heavily, but the impatient hands were pulling at his clothes, pulling him down stubbornly. A little amazed he propped himself in the bed to stare at Jiang Wanyin's blushing face, and he understood. The golden eyes were begging in that very secret, special way, his lover was biting his lips in that openly desperate way, and Lan Huan knew what he needed.

He knew that he was going to hate it, again.

- Please...  -  Jiang Cheng whispered, too overwhelmed to say any more.

Frowning, Lan Huan mumbled:

- You like playing with fire, Wanyin. A-Xian warned me that you were trouble.

- Please... For me.

Sulking a little, and excessively tired already, Lan Xichen got up and took off his clothes without hurrying, ignoring the boy's whimpering. But when he came back to the soft bed, he just murmured:

- Please, lie on your belly. I cannot watch this!

Jiang Cheng obeyed immediately, and the purple silk got twisted around his body again, but neither of them cared. They cared so little that actually neither even thought of removing the fine piece of clothing altogether.

Lan Xichen was starting to hate breathplay even more than edging. 

He now wondered how exactly to do this, but as he was exhausted, and his lover was too anxious and tired too, he just decided in favor of the simplest solution. He had no idea just how much exactly he weighed, but he was sure that he was a lot heavier than this delicate-looking young man; Jiang Wanyin's body resembled a ballet dancer's.

He now just lay down, getting on top of him, relaxing on top of him, pressing him down into the soft bed, sinking down  –  too sure that he had no air left to breathe this way. His arms wrapped themselves around the fine, silky body, and he buried his face in the dark auburn, silky hair, squeezing.

- Ughh...

Jiang Cheng smiled, too sorry that his lover could not see his bliss  –  his face was pressed into the pillow, and he felt so warm, so breathless, so small,  so disappearing, that his mind could finally let go, and his heart could finally slow down, and his soul could be free, and relax, forgetting all the problems, all the cares of the day.

He  was here. He  was here with him. 

Finally with him, finally close to him, finally on him, finally claiming his life... Because Jiang Cheng's life belonged to his lover, and he craved to show Lan Huan just how seriously he was taking this pledge of loyalty and belonging.