[ He's overly conscious of how greedy Wen Kexing is for his cock and it's both an ego-boost and a mild worry. So much so that Xichen leans up on a bent arm to brush back the other man's hair and cup the back of his head, guiding him into a flirty kiss with no shortage of tongue. Still, he ends it by admitting what's on his mind, trying not to think with his dick as it throbs under eager caresses. ]

It's been some years since I broke up with my fiance, I might be ... [ He shrugs, a chagrined chuckle causing him to blush as he looks at Wen Kexing, gorgeous and bold and beautiful. ] If I mis-step at all tonight, please tell me.

[ The self-consciousness is another reason he hasn't dated in years. Time dragged on and on, until Xichen no longer knew how to play the dating scene at all, but this ... this should be easy. It's sex with no strings, what could go wrong? Ah. ]

My ex ... couldn't always take me. All of me. Don't force yourself, [ his fingers play at the nape of all that long hair, petting, ] you're already a vision to me.