[ Every day is arms-day when you're a Lan. He shrugs off his coat and unbuttons his shirt to prove it, long dark hair spilling over his shoulders as he leans in with a smile to buff a playful kiss on a cheek. The coat didn't lie, he's broad and pale and looks like he might live in a gym whenever he isn't in a suit, tapering to a narrow waist and abs. Ridiclous. ]
You're so ... lovely.
[ His hands roam, petting heavily down between Wen Kexing's legs to feel him getting hard (a mirror to his own current state) and tugging that red shirt out of the way with a hint of impatience. ]
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[ Every day is arms-day when you're a Lan. He shrugs off his coat and unbuttons his shirt to prove it, long dark hair spilling over his shoulders as he leans in with a smile to buff a playful kiss on a cheek. The coat didn't lie, he's broad and pale and looks like he might live in a gym whenever he isn't in a suit, tapering to a narrow waist and abs. Ridiclous. ]
You're so ... lovely.
[ His hands roam, petting heavily down between Wen Kexing's legs to feel him getting hard (a mirror to his own current state) and tugging that red shirt out of the way with a hint of impatience. ]