( He has nice hands, warm, broad, slightly calloused in a way that Wen Kexing can't exactly place. They solicit a shiver either way, a rolling shudder all the way down his spine, toes curling in his boots as he opens up for the kiss, his own grip going to seize Lan Xichen by his coat. It's easy to let himself be steered, somehow too easy, led by the heat of the other man's mouth and his dick's helpless insistence that he be close either way. He has a half an idea of the layout, at least, biting against that blush, pretty bottom lip.
The room could be on fire, for all he cares. )
I'll look later.
( Muffled, against his mouth, Wen Kexing's hands underneath the coat to shove it off, his greedy palms sliding down Lan Xichen's chest. There's a laugh in his voice, fingers squeezing his side. ) Do you work out? You feel like you work out.
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The room could be on fire, for all he cares. )
I'll look later.
( Muffled, against his mouth, Wen Kexing's hands underneath the coat to shove it off, his greedy palms sliding down Lan Xichen's chest. There's a laugh in his voice, fingers squeezing his side. ) Do you work out? You feel like you work out.