[ Those fluttering lashes have a terribly controlling effect on Xichen's dick, which twitches at the sight of Wen Kexing enjoying himself. Giving a nod (of course he wants to fuck him, the man looks like he's made of sex whether in or out of that red shirt) Xichen maps out Wen Kexing's naked skin and gently tweaks a nipple once he's sprawled atop Xichen on the bed. ]
Do you like it, being taken?
[ He's already jealous of the countless nameless customers imagined in his head. Absent-mindedly, he unzips his trousers and guides a hand to his black boxers beneath, expensive silk sliding around a hard, hot length. ]
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Do you like it, being taken?
[ He's already jealous of the countless nameless customers imagined in his head. Absent-mindedly, he unzips his trousers and guides a hand to his black boxers beneath, expensive silk sliding around a hard, hot length. ]