( Lan Xichen coming inside of him shouldn't be as appealing as it is, but something about it has Wen Kexing moaning, low and desperate as the hot gush fills him up. It feels obscene, the sheer amount of it, hot and spilling out around them. They're making a mess and he likes it so desperately, sinking his teeth into the other man's throat, caring little if he's going to leave a mark. Maybe he should. His hips keep moving though, restless even with the other man softening slightly inside of him, his cock pushing up into the tight cage of his fist. )
Fuck. ( Helpless, desperate, cock twitching as he drags his nails down a well-muscled back. ) Fuck.
( His orgasm builds as he squirms, a butterfly pinned. And then between one thrust and the next it reaches a crescendo, Wen Kexing's mind going blissfully empty, spilling his own load over clever fingers. )
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Fuck. ( Helpless, desperate, cock twitching as he drags his nails down a well-muscled back. ) Fuck.
( His orgasm builds as he squirms, a butterfly pinned. And then between one thrust and the next it reaches a crescendo, Wen Kexing's mind going blissfully empty, spilling his own load over clever fingers. )