( He wants Lan Xichen to stop spinning impossibly appealing fantasies, because they're making it hard to focus. Wen Kexing doesn't know this man and already he feels a little bit like he's being fucked into a revelation about himself THAT he won't be able to contain again. He whines instead, wordless, muscles squeezing down against a hard insistent cock, his insides molten with heat and fucked so well he thinks he might feel it for the rest of the month. His knees press harder into Lan Xichen's side like he's a horse threatening to buck, Wen Kexing leaning down to capture that pretty, swollen mouth in a mean little kiss, demanding and desperate.
He likes this, he likes it a lot. It will be a nice memory after, a sweet man who fucked by a demon and who made Wen Kexing see stars.
He might come again soon, he thinks, just from a loose grip and that impressive cock inside him. It makes him at once impatient and demanding, hands moving to hold Lan Xichen by the shoulders, grinding down against him slow and shallow. ) Be good, or I'll make a mess. ( They're already a mess, but he wants it to last just a little longer. ) Fuck.
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He likes this, he likes it a lot. It will be a nice memory after, a sweet man who fucked by a demon and who made Wen Kexing see stars.
He might come again soon, he thinks, just from a loose grip and that impressive cock inside him. It makes him at once impatient and demanding, hands moving to hold Lan Xichen by the shoulders, grinding down against him slow and shallow. ) Be good, or I'll make a mess. ( They're already a mess, but he wants it to last just a little longer. ) Fuck.