( He pauses, half in the other man's lap, cock still achingly visible beneath the oil slick of his trousers. But something crosses over his face, as much tenderness as he can afford a stranger, and then he takes a breath, slides a hand through Lan Xichen's hair carefully. )

We don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. You don't have to fuck me, if that upsets you. I am more than capable of handling the other way round. ( Oh, he could postulate more. But there's vulnerability in Lan Xichen that Wen Kexing doesn't want to push at. Of his many crimes, sexual coercion is not one of them. ) We can stop any time you like, mm? Now, in ten minutes, much later. If you're not happy, we can stop.

( And then, a sly grin. )

But if you're worried for me, you needn't be.