[ Those fluttering lashes as thin inner robes slip off Wen Kexing's shoulder, the way he always looks so pretty, mischievous without being insincere ... Lucky no one tied him down before I could have a taste, thinks Xichen. His cock twitches and he bucks up when a bite mauls his throat again, the threat of bruising that he might not heal with his golden core becoming a tempting one although he will have to because none of this is supposed to be happening. On that note, ]
I'm the First Jade.
[ As much of an answer as anything, to him. However, after dealing with emotional trauma that almost broke his spirit, he doesn't see any value to keeping his body pristine either. There are cracks through his soul like a mended piece of pottery, never mind how flawless his pale skin and dark hair is. It means so little to him now and Wen Kexing is a formidable force of nature, there's no way Xichen could bear to miss out on loving him, even for just a night. Or three.
Ties are undone, Xichen mapping out a waist and sliding lower to trace hips with his thumbs, exploring Wen Kexing's skin with simmering intrigue. Xichen touches him everywhere but his cock, pleated pants pooling around the vision on his lap to make Wen Kexing look somehow even more debauched. A groan breaks past his red-bitten lips as his chest is toyed with, rutting up to insistently fuck behind the swell of clothed balls, there, he wants to feel how hot he is there.
A sweeter name slips out as he nuzzles the soft hair by Wen Kexing's temple. ]
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I'm the First Jade.
[ As much of an answer as anything, to him. However, after dealing with emotional trauma that almost broke his spirit, he doesn't see any value to keeping his body pristine either. There are cracks through his soul like a mended piece of pottery, never mind how flawless his pale skin and dark hair is. It means so little to him now and Wen Kexing is a formidable force of nature, there's no way Xichen could bear to miss out on loving him, even for just a night. Or three.
Ties are undone, Xichen mapping out a waist and sliding lower to trace hips with his thumbs, exploring Wen Kexing's skin with simmering intrigue. Xichen touches him everywhere but his cock, pleated pants pooling around the vision on his lap to make Wen Kexing look somehow even more debauched. A groan breaks past his red-bitten lips as his chest is toyed with, rutting up to insistently fuck behind the swell of clothed balls, there, he wants to feel how hot he is there.
A sweeter name slips out as he nuzzles the soft hair by Wen Kexing's temple. ]
I gave a-Xing my first kiss, the rest follows.