( He turns his face into the warmth of Lan Xichen's hand, teeth grazing at the pad of his thumb before he boldly sucks it between his lips. He makes sure to look pretty as he does so, cheeks hollow, dark eyelashes sweeping across pink-flushed skin, muscles moving in tandem with the easy grind of hips. The thought that Lan Xichen puts across is so appealing that Wen Kexing doesn't know what to do with it, the other man's cock filling him fit to burst, all the right, blissful places dragged against in sparking little movements. He moans, muffled, eyes closing as he squirms, desperately chasing the heat that's pooling in his belly.
Who does Lan Xichen think he is? What will he do when he realises he's not?
It's all a question for a time not spent speared on an exquisite cock. He digs his nails in to Lan Xichen's pecs just to see the way the muscle clenches, smile going sharklike. )
Tempting. ( The idea, the man, both. ) Ah, what if I'm greedy, mm? What if I want you all the time? What then?
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Who does Lan Xichen think he is? What will he do when he realises he's not?
It's all a question for a time not spent speared on an exquisite cock. He digs his nails in to Lan Xichen's pecs just to see the way the muscle clenches, smile going sharklike. )
Tempting. ( The idea, the man, both. ) Ah, what if I'm greedy, mm? What if I want you all the time? What then?