But, because he is a kind and generous person, he abandons Lan Xichen's robes to lean back again, working on his own. With every impatient little movement it brings a delicious kind of friction that has his stomach swooping, grin caught between his own teeth as his sash joins the one on the floor. His robes aren't half as unwieldy, made for vanity rather than anything else. The outer one gets shrugged off, and tossed aside, the others half-following. One pale shoulder gets bared, and Wen Kexing flutters his eyelashes like a courtesan in Lan Xichen's direction, striking a pose from his seat in the other man's lap. )
Be good, I'll make it worth your while.
( It's less chastising than he intends, the two of them in disarray but no closer to actually being naked. Wen Kexing seemingly abandons doing anything other than loosening his robes in impish promiscuity to start undoing Lan Xichen's own, the same biting kiss to the same spot at his throat and then another, lower, teeth nipping at his collarbone while wide hands slip underneath fabric. )
Have you done this before?
( Flirtation aside, he had heard all the Lan were prudish to a fault. But his question doesn't come across as judgemental, not when he's tweaking a lovely nipple in punctuation, tongue tracing the dip at his clavicle. )
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( Pot, kettle.
But, because he is a kind and generous person, he abandons Lan Xichen's robes to lean back again, working on his own. With every impatient little movement it brings a delicious kind of friction that has his stomach swooping, grin caught between his own teeth as his sash joins the one on the floor. His robes aren't half as unwieldy, made for vanity rather than anything else. The outer one gets shrugged off, and tossed aside, the others half-following. One pale shoulder gets bared, and Wen Kexing flutters his eyelashes like a courtesan in Lan Xichen's direction, striking a pose from his seat in the other man's lap. )
Be good, I'll make it worth your while.
( It's less chastising than he intends, the two of them in disarray but no closer to actually being naked. Wen Kexing seemingly abandons doing anything other than loosening his robes in impish promiscuity to start undoing Lan Xichen's own, the same biting kiss to the same spot at his throat and then another, lower, teeth nipping at his collarbone while wide hands slip underneath fabric. )
Have you done this before?
( Flirtation aside, he had heard all the Lan were prudish to a fault. But his question doesn't come across as judgemental, not when he's tweaking a lovely nipple in punctuation, tongue tracing the dip at his clavicle. )