( The noise he makes is strangled, a little high. Wen Kexing isn't sure he's ever blushed quite as hard as he is right now, as though Lan Xichen's sweet words are the filthiest thing he's ever heard. Somehow it feels like they are, and he doesn't know what to do with the knowledge. Oh, plenty of people have tried this kind of talk on him before, but the last man who called him a good boy ended up with a broken jaw and a relocation for his efforts. So why, why, is it working so well here, making him squirm and bear down on those wide, big fingers. )
Ah. ( He bites his own bottom lip, feeling it go sore and puffy beneath his teeth, one hand still fisted in expensive sheets, the other dragging down Lan Xichen's chest, nails scraping over a nipple and then lower, the muscles of his stomach, desperate. ) Oh my god. Who are you?
( Delivered to the ceiling in general, like Lan Xichen has been sent deliberately to test him. His hand slides over a hip, the other man's cock hidden away against Wen Kexing's body. That doesn't mean he can't sink his greedy fingers into the meat of his ass though, hard and desperate, fingers twitching in a flex. )
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Ah. ( He bites his own bottom lip, feeling it go sore and puffy beneath his teeth, one hand still fisted in expensive sheets, the other dragging down Lan Xichen's chest, nails scraping over a nipple and then lower, the muscles of his stomach, desperate. ) Oh my god. Who are you?
( Delivered to the ceiling in general, like Lan Xichen has been sent deliberately to test him. His hand slides over a hip, the other man's cock hidden away against Wen Kexing's body. That doesn't mean he can't sink his greedy fingers into the meat of his ass though, hard and desperate, fingers twitching in a flex. )
Stop teasing, just - fuck - just fuck me already.