( The admission doesn't startle him, the nickname does. He has not been called that in a long, long time, not since he forbade Luo Fumeng from using it the moment his body started willowing beyond it's then sapling state. It was a kindness he didn't need, a sweetness he couldn't want. And so he looks at him for a breath, mouth parted before Wen Kexing lets it go with a shudder and moves his hands to cup Lan Xichen's face between his palms. If he were a better man, a kinder man, he'd make his excuses and leave. Wen Kexing is not the kind of person who should be given things. But Lan Xichen isn't the first virgin he's bedded, he presumably won't be the last, and the want is stronger than the guilt. )
Sweet.
( Wen Kexing kisses him again in response, a lingering, desperate press of lips. He's more than a little tempted to keep grinding down, to see if he can make the pristine first jade of Lan spill in his trousers like a much younger man. It would amuse him, he thinks, a nice little memory to tuck away. But no, he wants this to last. And so he moves carefully back across his jaw, down the column of his throat, his hands parting the layers of blue robes as he works so he can duck further and take that poor abused nipple between his lips. He sucks light, once, then harder, teeth grazing. His thumb rubs circles over the other one, and then he's moving to it too, giving it the same treatment. He changes his weight to his knees, shifting so the curtain of his hair drags over the bare, muscled skin of Lan Xichen's stomach. )
Let's start with this then - ( A hand, cleverly sneaking beneath too many strewn layers to cup Lan Xichen through his trousers. Wen Kexing's smile sharpens, when he bucks up against the cage of his fingers, a melodic hum in response. ) - Help me get all of this off, mm? Good boy.
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Sweet.
( Wen Kexing kisses him again in response, a lingering, desperate press of lips. He's more than a little tempted to keep grinding down, to see if he can make the pristine first jade of Lan spill in his trousers like a much younger man. It would amuse him, he thinks, a nice little memory to tuck away. But no, he wants this to last. And so he moves carefully back across his jaw, down the column of his throat, his hands parting the layers of blue robes as he works so he can duck further and take that poor abused nipple between his lips. He sucks light, once, then harder, teeth grazing. His thumb rubs circles over the other one, and then he's moving to it too, giving it the same treatment. He changes his weight to his knees, shifting so the curtain of his hair drags over the bare, muscled skin of Lan Xichen's stomach. )
Let's start with this then - ( A hand, cleverly sneaking beneath too many strewn layers to cup Lan Xichen through his trousers. Wen Kexing's smile sharpens, when he bucks up against the cage of his fingers, a melodic hum in response. ) - Help me get all of this off, mm? Good boy.