( He lets out a shocked, helpless gasp of a laugh, the sound giving way to a moan as Lan Xichen fucks seemingly even harder into him. He's so big, it feels like he's everywhere. And maybe he is, certainly it feels impossible to escape the sensation, his well-muscled arms and his thighs crowded over him, the slap of his balls against the curve of Wen Kexing's ass, the feeling of him buried scandalously deep. His nails dig into muscle, tracing the curve of a spine, the heel of his foot pressing just above the curve of Lan Xichen's ass as Wen Kexing hoists his legs up higher, wanting more. He's being so well fucked he thinks he might be drooling, a groan uncoiling in his throat. How a person like Lan Xichen has gone this long without any number of people begging to take him, he doesn't know. He certainly knows what he's doing either way. )

You're a demon.

( Entirely complimentary, broad fingers spanning his shoulders. )

You're - ah - you're some kind of sex demon. Is this what you do? Lure unsuspecting victims to your bed and fuck them within an inch of their lives? I don't mind, it would be a good way to go.