( He's going to have to have a stern talk with himself later. The good boy should not work. Wen Kexing has never been affected by it before, and he shouldn't let himself be now, but the words have a shudder of pleasure rocking through him, toes curling alongside the following waves of his orgasm. He blinks, blearily, up at Lan Xichen, lips parted, shiny with spit. )
Fuck.
( A laugh, dazed, and then his muscles are deliberately clenching around Lan Xichen, a tight, hard squeeze. He finds it likes the way it makes something dark and hungry flicker across the other man's face, and so he does it again, desperate groan loosening from his throat. )
How are you still so hard?
( He squirms, and then he's winding his legs back around Lan Xichen's waist, flipping them so that the other man is on his back, Wen Kexing towering against him. He can feel the seed leaking and he hums, reaching to grab for his cock so he can slide it back inside. )
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Fuck.
( A laugh, dazed, and then his muscles are deliberately clenching around Lan Xichen, a tight, hard squeeze. He finds it likes the way it makes something dark and hungry flicker across the other man's face, and so he does it again, desperate groan loosening from his throat. )
How are you still so hard?
( He squirms, and then he's winding his legs back around Lan Xichen's waist, flipping them so that the other man is on his back, Wen Kexing towering against him. He can feel the seed leaking and he hums, reaching to grab for his cock so he can slide it back inside. )
Am I leaving you wanting, mm?