A surge of tenderness

      Jiang Cheng hums a simple tune as he prepares dinner. It’s not that he has a friendly relationship with cooking, usually Xichen cooks the food, but this time his husband came home too upset and loaded with a difficult day at work, he has no desire to bother him with his empty stomach, and Wanyin has a day off today, It’s not difficult for him to cook some khinkali that Lan Huan himself made last night.       A couple of dozen khinkal are sent into boiling water while Jiang Cheng takes on his favorite salad with crab sticks. Showing off in front of the audience — dishes on the shelves — he throws the knife up and deftly catches it, grunting.       — Be careful, this is not a toy. — The gentle and obviously tired voice of Xichen is heard from behind.       — I assure you, you don’t know anyone more careful than me! — Wanyin replies smugly, turning around. In front of him stands a chic, tall, black-haired man in gray home sweatpants and a stretched white T-shirt. Jiang Cheng mentally screams out the window: “We saw it, bastards! It is my husband!" and involuntarily raises the corners of his lips.       Lan Huan laughs quietly and Sandu is touched by the fact that he even laughs tenderly. He always does everything tenderly. Sometimes Wanyin thinks that if Lan Xichen were a murderer, he would cut off his head with only tenderness... Sometimes he embarrasses Jiang Cheng too much with his excessive tenderness, having lived in this world for almost thirty years, Sandu has become quite unaccustomed to such treatment of himself.       — Are you hungry? — Jiang Cheng asks while he puts a deep plate of salad on the table.       — Not really, thank you for your concern, but I...       — I don’t care much or not, let’s eat! You haven't eaten anything all day today! — Wanyin interrupts him, and then gives himself a mental click. He knows how much Xichen doesn’t like this, remembers how long Huan tried to wean him from this terrible habit, but in the end they fail every time. But Jiang Cheng is really trying to control himself!       — Okay, whatever you say, A-Cheng. — Lan Huan smiles again and begins to eat what Vanyin has prepared for him.       Jiang Cheng feels his cheeks turn pink from this warm smile. He snorts and turns to the pan containing their dinner, turning off the heat and removing the container from the stove. He hears Lan Xichen get up and head somewhere, not paying attention to the clearly approaching steps. The man’s warm, large palms rest on his waist and Wanyin twitches, almost getting burned by the boiling water.       — Your mother! Xichen, you!.. — Jiang Cheng begins, but Lan Huan carefully covers his lips with his palm, barely perceptibly squeezing him and presses himself a little closer.       — Don’t swear, my love. I don't like it when you swear. — Xichen whispers tenderly into Wanyin’s ear, burning him with her hot breath. Jiang Cheng's earlobes immediately turn pink, and he carefully places the pan on the table, and then rests his palms on the edge. — I’m really very hungry, my lotus. I hope you can help me satisfy this hunger.       He releases A-Cheng's mouth only for a moment, picks up the man's chin with his fingers and slightly turns his head in his direction, while he himself reaches for his lips with his own and pulls him into a sweet kiss. Gentle, warm, sensual, overflowing with love — just like Lan Huan himself. Jiang Cheng will never admit —either to himself or to anyone else — that such kisses are his favorite. When you can feel Xichen’s feelings with every fiber of your soul. Jiang Wanyin exhales heavily as his cheeks glow bright red.       Lan Huan's hands stroke his husband's thin waist, do not squeeze too much, and then rise higher, to his strong chest, even higher to his neck, he moves one palm to Wanyin's cheek, and with the finger of his second hand he barely noticeably passes over the Adam's apple, the next moment returning back to waist. The kiss continues, Lan pulls away from the man from time to time, just a couple of millimeters, allowing both to breathe in air, and then continues to caress Jiang Cheng’s mouth.       After some time of this caress, Xichen retreats, and Wanyin leans more heavily on his hands, closes his eyes and breathes heavily. Damn... When Lan Huan is so gentle and affectionate, it blows his mind, he wants his husband to caress him and caress him, kiss him and kiss him, as tenderly as possible, for as long as possible. So as not to start anything else, he doesn’t care how painful the arousal can be.       — Damn... Lan Huan, you damn... — Jiang Cheng pauses, catching his breath. — damn pervert...       — If loving you is a perversion, then I’m ready to be the biggest pervert in the world. — Xichen whispers again, pulls her husband’s wrist and he turns to face him, pressing his lower back into the table. — Show me your face, my love, my soul, my beloved, beautiful lotus...       Wanyin looks at the floor, covering his face with his long bangs and does not allow the man to see him.       — You are too cute when you are embarrassed, my heart. I can’t resist you... — With these words, Xichen slowly kneels down, running his palms from Jiang Cheng’s waist to his hips, moving them to the inner thighs and spreading the man’s legs to the sides with light pressure.       Jiang Cheng is on fire. His whole body seemed to be enveloped in a blanket... of lava. This lava slowly spreads into the groin, screaming about itself, showing Lan Huan his slightly pulled down sweatpants. Xichen smiles, lowers these same pants a little, grabbing his underwear at once, leaving them somewhere in the knee area, and smiles when he sees Wanyin’s erect penis in front of him. The doe looks at him with genuine interest as if for the first time. In size it is not inferior to what his own pants hide, swollen veins curl like a web around the trunk, and a translucent droplet glistens at the tip of the pinkish head.       Lan Xichen licks his lips and wraps them around the head, hearing an uncontrollable moan of pleasure from above. He runs his tongue over it, feels the salty taste and inhales deeply, sinking lower. He swallows slowly and carefully, helping himself with his hand where his mouth cannot reach, moving carefully, using his tongue, licking every vein. In response to all his actions, he hears muffled groans, sharply raises his eyes and meets the gaze of Wanyin, who clenches his lower lip with his teeth. Noticing this, Xichen abruptly releases his penis from his mouth, jerking it with his palm, and then says in a slightly hoarse voice:       — Don’t hold back, my love. Your moans caress my ears sweeter than any compliments. Show me, my light, your pleasure on your face is more priceless than any work of art from the Louvre.       Jiang Cheng just growls at this in his usual tone, and then allows another moan to escape when those hot lips touch the balls in a weightless kiss. And then they climb up the trunk again and take the organ into the close warmth of the mouth. Lan Huan moves just as slowly at first, but after a few moments he picks up speed, and Wanyin generously rewards him with her sweet moans, no longer muffled by any efforts. He strokes his husband on the top and back of his head, presses lightly and he obediently takes his penis deeper, feels the small tremors of the organ and immediately releases it from his mouth, to which Wanyin responds with a disappointed groan and tries to return Xichen’s head back.       - Take your time, my lotus, don’t finish so quickly. Come with me.       Lan Huan pulls him by the hand into the bedroom, where he lays him down on a wide, soft bed, gently holding him by the waist. He again covers his beloved lips with his own, tickles the palate with his tongue, and Jiang Cheng involuntarily twitches — he is afraid of tickling. The doe laughs quietly into the kiss and pulls away, finally kissing you on the cheek.       — You want me, A-Cheng? — He kisses his Adam’s apple, bites a little and hears a quiet groan. — Do you want me, my beloved? — Jiang Cheng nods quickly and a lot without saying a word. — Tell me this, come on. Let me hear how much you want me.       — Hua-an... — Wanyin drawls out, no longer able to bear how much his cheeks are burning. — Your mother, just...       — I'm waiting, my soul.       — I want, I want, I want you! Huan, take me, your mother!       Xichen smiles contentedly and Jiang Cheng jokes to himself: “Like a cat who has been poured sour cream,” and a moment later he had no time for jokes, because his breath was taken away from the incredibly hot sight of Lan Huan undressing. Wanyin loves this part of foreplay, when his husband slowly takes off his clothes, moves from foot to foot, smiles, winks at him, stops at the waistband of his pants, pulls him back slightly, teases him... As if dancing for him, for Jiang Cheng.       Having sorted out her clothes, Xichen returns to her painfully horny man. Kisses his already swollen lips, teases him again when she tickles his stomach with her fingertips. He lowers his palm lower, even lower, stopping only when he feels a contracting ring of muscles under his fingers.       — Give it to me, please... — Lan Huan extends one palm forward and waits patiently while Wanyin nervously reaches for the pillow, looks for something under it, and then holds out that “something” to Xichen. — Thank you, my love. — Lan kisses Jiang Cheng’s forehead and squeezes a small tube of lubricant in his palm.       Jiang Cheng breathes heavily, reaches his hand towards his penis and leisurely caresses himself while two generously lubricated fingers are pushed inside. Wanyin groans dully from the pleasant feeling of being filled, but this is still not enough, he wants more, he wants to ask him not to delay and finally insert him, but Jiang would rather eat a live jellyfish than do this, so all he can do is sway slightly towards those caressing him fingers.       Noticing impatience on the part of her husband, Xichen grins contentedly again and inserts a third finger, drives them up to the very knuckles and holds them inside the hot body. Wanyin clenches his teeth, and at the same time, his own excited organ in the palm of his hand. A sudden orgasm turned off his brain for several long seconds. A hot whitish stream flowed down his flesh, catching Lan Huan’s interested gaze.       — Well, I really wanted to share an orgasm with you, A-Cheng... — Xichen lowers himself a little lower and with one wide stroke of his tongue licks the thick sperm from the penis that has begun to fall off. He makes a few more strokes, finally cleaning it. — I hope that you will not leave me alone with my love.       Wanyin tries to recover from her orgasm, breathes deeply and blinks away tears. He couldn’t immediately make out Xichen’s words, much less understand the essence of the sentence, but after quite a bit of time he rose up on his elbows, trembling slightly, and looked lower. Lan Huan's excitement is obvious...       — Of course I won't leave, Xichen... Continue...       He lies back on the bed and closes his eyes. Jiang Cheng feels like a hot dick in a condom is being pressed against his ass. “Where did he even get it from?! Does he really carry around mascara and lipstick like a lady,” — Wanyin thinks and relaxes, letting the man in. Lan Xichen enters easily, but still very carefully and gently, holds Jiang by the hips, leans towards his face and kisses the tip of his nose. Wanyin turns away from this caress, and if he had the opportunity to blush even deeper, he would blush. Xichen begins to move, slowly and carefully. He knows that Jiang Cheng likes it fast and hard, with bodies crashing into each other with a vulgar sound that takes his breath away, but today he decided to be like this: slow. Vanyin likes it this way too, otherwise he wouldn’t have stopped him long ago.       — My beloved... — Whispers Lan, looking straight into the eyes opposite. — My precious... — He runs his palm upward along his cheek, removes the stuck strands of bangs to his sweat-wet forehead. — My heart... — He continues, feeling how the orgasm is slowly covering him. — My beautiful lotus...       The next second, his body is enveloped in orgasm. Lan Huan cums while inside, and at the same time he feels the muscles contracting around him. Having recovered a little from the orgasm, he takes Jiang Cheng’s newly erect penis in his palm and with just a couple of movements brings him to the peak of pleasure. Both sweaty, tired, but incredibly happy, they remain in the same position for several more minutes, simply admiring each other’s faces. They stroke the cheeks, shoulders and neck, hug and kiss.       — That’s it, get out of me already...       — Exactly, I’m sorry! — Lan Huan laughs and holds the condom at the base so that it doesn’t come off. With deft movements, he takes it off, ties it and with a precise throw hits it straight into the trash can.       — Great shot. — Wanyin notices, pulling her husband closer to her. — And sex too.       — Glad you liked it. — Lan Xichen buries his nose in the hair on top of his head and hugs him across his chest.       — What was this sudden surge of tenderness, by the way?       — Yes, so... — He strokes his chest and squeezes him tighter in his arms. — I just suddenly realized that I fell in love with you even more.