( He feels suddenly half feral with want. Lan Xichen surely should not have the right to toy with him so, and yet Wen Kexing's leg is splaying half of it's own accord even as his hands are reaching out, desperately tugging him closer, teeth against his bottom lip with a breathy exhale. He wants to eat him, surprised by the bloom of lust that spreads through his body, focus on every inch they're touching. )
You're talking a big game. ( Voice gone low, rough with something akin to desperation. His hands drag greedy along the plains of Lan Xichen's back, nails digging in at the juncture below his shoulder blades. He wants him closer, wants to climb him somehow, wants the weight and the heat and that terribly pleasant smile. ) Don't disappoint me.
( Wen Kexing doesn't actually think he can, but the goading is natural, the same as the sharpness of his teeth. )
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You're talking a big game. ( Voice gone low, rough with something akin to desperation. His hands drag greedy along the plains of Lan Xichen's back, nails digging in at the juncture below his shoulder blades. He wants him closer, wants to climb him somehow, wants the weight and the heat and that terribly pleasant smile. ) Don't disappoint me.
( Wen Kexing doesn't actually think he can, but the goading is natural, the same as the sharpness of his teeth. )