( It's a little funny. He wonders what kind of family Lan Xichen comes from, and can only imagine a group of model-like men found only in the trashiest of romance novels ( that he would rather die than admit to ever reading ). The thought quickly trails off when the man below him bucks his hips, Wen Kexing's hands settling against his chest to steady himself. They're both slippery, slick with sweat, and the glide is sinfully messy each time his cock spears deeper. )
A good thing then that - ha - that I'm not easily worn out.
( He grins, the flash of his teeth, greedy palms mapping out Lan Xichen's broad chest, squeezing the muscle tightly. Wen Kexing's knees dig harder into his sides in search of some control, muscles shifting as he moves, an eager roll of his hips back down against the other man's own. He feels strung out, oversensitive, cock twitching slightly, but it's good, and he has always liked to chase heady heights. He rewards Lan Xichen with a kiss, moaning desperately into his mouth one minute before his tongue slides against his own the next, finger and thumb tweaking a nipple like punctuation. )
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A good thing then that - ha - that I'm not easily worn out.
( He grins, the flash of his teeth, greedy palms mapping out Lan Xichen's broad chest, squeezing the muscle tightly. Wen Kexing's knees dig harder into his sides in search of some control, muscles shifting as he moves, an eager roll of his hips back down against the other man's own. He feels strung out, oversensitive, cock twitching slightly, but it's good, and he has always liked to chase heady heights. He rewards Lan Xichen with a kiss, moaning desperately into his mouth one minute before his tongue slides against his own the next, finger and thumb tweaking a nipple like punctuation. )