Fuck.

( A breathless curse, Wen Kexing's eyes sparkling with want. )

Ah, it's not my usual preference, but I could make an exception for you. ( It's the vulnerability of it, the way he'd be exposed. One doesn't survive as long as Wen Kexing has with letting his guard down. Even now he's half aware that Lan Xichen could be something more, a spy, an assassin, something sweetly tempting but still poisonous. Easily, Wen Kexing strokes his cock through his underwear, letting the thought sit even as he feels his own cock twitch in interest. )

Or maybe not, you're massive.

( It's playful, but not exactly lip service. Lan Xichen is big. ) Take your pants off, let me see.