( He's clever enough, even now fucked out of his mind, to notice that Lan Xichen keeps returning to certain things with earnest enjoyment. The way his own cock fills Wen Kexing seems to be a point of significant interest, and so he makes a point to squirm, hole clenching hard. His hands shift restlessly, over his shoulders, down his arms, gripping and squeezing. )

You fill me up so well.

( He bites at his bottom lip, plush pink going white, frantic breathing raggedly muffled. )

Ah, sweet thing, you -. ( His cock twitches, pulses. ) Moving me like you want, fucking me like you want, you like it, don't you?