( Stunned silent is not a thing Wen Kexing often is. Hoisted around like he's a mere slip of a thing less so. Had any other man tried and they'd have probably found themselves on the wrong end of the Valley Master's bladed fan, but he at least still has the wherewithal to keep himself from causing a diplomatic incident. It wouldn't do to slit the Chief Cultivator's throat after all. Besides, his pretty smile is soothing, and his confidence daring, and when Wen Kexing is pulled astride his thighs and thoroughly kissed he forgets to be the vicious creature that hides beneath his skin, melting instead into the moment. It's easy after to let his weight settle, one hand moving to bury into Lan Xichen's hair, the other curled around his shoulder for added balance.
The kiss is a heated thing, starving, and he thinks he had definitely misjudged the Lan Clan leader the first time he saw him. Even the flirtation after had hardly prepared Wen Kexing for the heat of his mouth, the way it chases his own, and he finds himself grinding down, strangely impatient. His nails scrape light over Lan Xichen's nape, palm splayed against the back of his head as he sucks on his tongue. He tastes clean in a way that Wen Kexing finds appealing, a hint of tea but little else. He can imagine his skin will be just as free of fault and the thought makes him hungrier, somehow. How nice, to touch something pristine, even if he's half sure he could ruin it.
He tugs a little on inky black locks making Lan Xichen's head piece tilt, his teeth biting down against his bottom lip before he parts from the kiss. )
What about this? ( His fingers hover, but do not touch the silver on top of his head. ) Do I have to offer you any potential heirs if I touch this?
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The kiss is a heated thing, starving, and he thinks he had definitely misjudged the Lan Clan leader the first time he saw him. Even the flirtation after had hardly prepared Wen Kexing for the heat of his mouth, the way it chases his own, and he finds himself grinding down, strangely impatient. His nails scrape light over Lan Xichen's nape, palm splayed against the back of his head as he sucks on his tongue. He tastes clean in a way that Wen Kexing finds appealing, a hint of tea but little else. He can imagine his skin will be just as free of fault and the thought makes him hungrier, somehow. How nice, to touch something pristine, even if he's half sure he could ruin it.
He tugs a little on inky black locks making Lan Xichen's head piece tilt, his teeth biting down against his bottom lip before he parts from the kiss. )
What about this? ( His fingers hover, but do not touch the silver on top of his head. ) Do I have to offer you any potential heirs if I touch this?