( Were he of more sound mind he might wonder at Lan Xichen's choice of words. As it is, he just takes to the new pace with a guttural sound of arousal, nails digging into the meat of the other man's back as he pounds into Wen Kexing with seemingly increasing desperation. )
Haaa-aa.
( Because even when someone is threatening to fuck the words right out of him he has to make some sort of noise, an earnest encouragement trapped into the base of his throat. He'll leave marks, he thinks, with how hard he's grabbing on to him, little halfmoons that might smart later but he distracts from it by nosing up the curve of his throat, teeth in the hinge of his jaw, the burst of his breath like an animal. )
Fuck, harder, fuck me.
( He's so close, the length of his cock a hot, hard brand between them, sliding with precome and sweat. )
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Haaa-aa.
( Because even when someone is threatening to fuck the words right out of him he has to make some sort of noise, an earnest encouragement trapped into the base of his throat. He'll leave marks, he thinks, with how hard he's grabbing on to him, little halfmoons that might smart later but he distracts from it by nosing up the curve of his throat, teeth in the hinge of his jaw, the burst of his breath like an animal. )
Fuck, harder, fuck me.
( He's so close, the length of his cock a hot, hard brand between them, sliding with precome and sweat. )