( He rocks into that touch, eyelashes fluttering helplessly. Lan Xichen is more surprising than Wen Kexing had accounted for, sweetly shy one minute and then commanding the next. He shouldn't exactly be shocked by it, the man did pick him up at a bar and take him to his apartment within the space of a thought, but still. It's different.
It's nice. )
Mm. You want to fuck me?
( He doesn't, usually. He has his preferences. But he lets his gaze sweep over Lan Xichen with a badly disguised hunger, before he moves, shoving the other man back against the mattress and climbing on top of him, moving with feline grace. )
Let me see what I'm working with then, sweetheart.
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It's nice. )
Mm. You want to fuck me?
( He doesn't, usually. He has his preferences. But he lets his gaze sweep over Lan Xichen with a badly disguised hunger, before he moves, shoving the other man back against the mattress and climbing on top of him, moving with feline grace. )
Let me see what I'm working with then, sweetheart.