( The noise he makes is guttural, indecent, his hand pressing down on his stomach. Lan Xichen is a force to be reckoned with, moulding Wen Kexing's body any way he likes, parts of him shifting desperately to accommodate the sheer size of his cock. Another groan as the other man fucks back in, Wen Kexing pressing his fingers down harder, once, before he lets go and winds his palm around the back of the other man's neck. )

I didn't even think this was a - fuck - a kink I have. ( A little bewildered, a little flustered. He wraps his legs around Lan Xichen's waist, angling his hips to take him back in, body clutching on to him as though it were a lifeline. His nails dig in to the nape of his neck with one hand, the other scraping playfully down his spine. He flattens his palm to the base to urge him on, long fingers firm. ) I'm learning new and exciting - hngh - things. Oh, yes, just like that. You're so good.

( He cranes his neck, kissing Lan Xichen soundly, panted breath muffled between them. )