( He likes the look on Lan Xichen's face the most, he thinks, the way those dark eyes go molten to watch Wen Kexing move. He looks hungry, and he's not entirely sure when the last time someone looked at him that way was. At least, not in a way he wanted. It's heady, and addictive, and he blinks down at him flushed and flustered, bouncing on the other man's cock to the tempo of frantic slaps.
He almost wishes that he'd picked him up naturally, instead of a mistaken identity. Then he'd have a reason to do it again. )
You --. ( There's nothing to say beyond Wen Kexing's need to speak, his kiss bruised lips parted. He reaches down to cover Lan Xichen's fingers with his own, tightening their joined hands so he can fuck harder into the space, eyelashes fluttering. Eventually he gives up pretending to be coy, chanting come on under his breath, desperate. )
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He almost wishes that he'd picked him up naturally, instead of a mistaken identity. Then he'd have a reason to do it again. )
You --. ( There's nothing to say beyond Wen Kexing's need to speak, his kiss bruised lips parted. He reaches down to cover Lan Xichen's fingers with his own, tightening their joined hands so he can fuck harder into the space, eyelashes fluttering. Eventually he gives up pretending to be coy, chanting come on under his breath, desperate. )