The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 274: Jian x Yang — R18

Chapter 274: Jian x Yang — R18

Xuan Jian cocked his head to the side, a deep concentration in his dark eyes as they locked onto the figure sharing the bed with him. Their synchronized breaths filled the room, punctuating the intense silence that enveloped them.

There were no ceremonial red robes that would adorn a couple on their wedding night. This was not their first encounter, nor their last encounter.

But this moment felt subtly distinct, a change that could be traced back to their previous attempt—thanks to the interference of a certain silver haired ger—they were once again reversing their usual roles.

The attempt had been too soon then, and now, as they lay together, the echoes of that experience resonated in the air. More practice and the use of certain toys had paved the way for this moment.

They needed to slow things down, and they had.

Xuan Yang appeared in a more relaxed state as he reclined against the stacked pillows, his graphic features bathed in the soft glow of ambient light. His long, ebony hair cascaded around him like a silken waterfall, framing his face with an air of timeless elegance.

His deep eyes, as dark as the depths of a moonless night, held a certain wisdom that spoke of a scholar who had studied for lifetimes.

His skin, reminiscent of the delicate parchment scholars used for their writings, exuded a delicate pallor, barely touched by the harshness of the world.

Despite his scholarly origins, Xuan Yang’s tall and graceful physique defied any notion of fragility.

His body bore a hint of muscular definition beneath his lean frame, proof of a life not solely dedicated to books and scrolls—a life that was shared with Xuan Jian outdoors, on adventures, doing activities outside Xuan Yang’s comfort zone.

With his hair splayed across the bed, his handsome face was a perfect portrait of a young master, his eyes fixated on his partner, Xuan Jian, above, their depths concealing a world of emotions and desires.

Concealed or not, his body was clearly an open book.

The jade sword below was pressed up against his stomach, dripping in anticipation, soaking a clear fluid into his remaining underclothes as his chest undulated up and down.

’I am yours,’ Seemed to echo from the depths of the ebony eyes and Xuan Jian was transfixed by his lover.

In the room, the air was filled with a captivating blend of scents that perfectly mirrored the duality of the moment. It was as if the room itself embodied the essence of Xuan Yang and Xuan Jian.

The dominant fragrance, with its vibrant and energetic notes, teased the senses with a zesty citrus aroma.

Hints of bergamot and mandarin swirled through the air, carrying an undeniable vibrancy that matched Xuan Yang’s dynamic personality. This citrusy infusion hinted at the vitality he brought to every interaction, a burst of energy that was impossible to ignore, stealthy as it may be.

Intermingling with the citrus was a subtle undercurrent of cedarwood, grounding the scent with its robust and earthy presence.

As if in harmony, a secondary scent gently wafted through the room, a delicate mixture of sandalwood and the freshness of mountain air.

The warm, woody notes of sandalwood lent an air of calmness and depth, embodying Xuan Jian’s serene nature.

Together, these scents created a complex aroma that was intoxicating in its own way. Two strong scents with their own profiles coming together.

"Ugh," Xuan Jian couldn’t help but gasp in the interim. He was supposed to be gathering his breath, but it was still lost as he looked down at his lover, his friend. The scent wasn’t bewitching like the one Xu Feng gave off, but this mixture of aromas, the body splayed before him, everything was perfect in his eyes.

This was right.

As their eyes locked in a powerful, unspoken connection, the tension in the room seemed to crackle with electricity. Time stood still as they leaned closer together, their breaths once again mingling in a delicate dance.

The world faded away, leaving only the two of them in that intimate moment.

Xuan Jian’s hand firmly grasped the jade sword still wrapped in a light layer of cloth, its outline excited and ready for action contrasted with Xuan Yang’s (it’s owners) relaxed and languid state.

There had only been kisses so far, but the jade sword of the Xuan young master always seemed to be filled with vitality when they were in their world of two.

"Haah." Xuan Yang took a deep ragged breath, his eyes rolling back as the firm calloused hand cupped him through his underclothes. His body shivered involuntarily, knowing the capability of Xuan Jian.

Past shared pleasures floating by, as Xuan Yang tried to control himself. He wanted to be present with Xuan Jian, to stare into his eyes, and consume all he had to offer.

Xuan Yang’s heart raced in anticipation, as he fought to open his closed eyes, still surrendering to the impending sensations.

Their lips finally met, a collision of desire and longing. It started as a soft and hesitant meeting, a gentle exploration of each other’s taste and warmth. But soon, it ignited into another inferno of passion.

Their mouths moved in perfect sync, a dance of tongues and lips, as they deepened the kiss. It was a passionate tango, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, aching to be closer still.

Xuan Jian’s hands moved against the jade sword in his grasp, making use of their position. From one jade sword to two.

The friction assisted by his firm hand, keeping both alert and dripping jade swords together. Their remaining underclothes seemed to melt away against the rhythmic motion.

Wet noises echoing through the fabrics.

"Umm."

"Nhhh."

Every brush of their lips sent shivers down their spines, and the intensity grew with each passing second. They lost themselves in the sensation, the world around them fading into obscurity.

It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of unspoken emotions, and of a love too powerful to be contained.