The abuse of a nipple has him sinking his fingers into that hair so he can watch him work even as his own chest heaves under the rougher attention. Xichen leans back on a bent arm to fully enjoy the sight Wen Kexing makes mouthing his way down his body, arching up in a wave as the tickle of long hair flirts with his bare skin, sensitive to everything. Good boy gets a look from underneath his long lashes, a warning as much of a tease. The praise is appreciated but he is absolutely going to reverse it back at some point, don't think he won't.
He loses a sense of who he is when his cock, now eight and a half inches of aching need, is palmed like a toy because fuck.
Fabric shreds as he yanks off the sleeves still hanging on his own shoulders, ignored in favour of next hastily untying his trousers. That done, he starts to (with mildly more care) undress what's left on Wen Kexing, abdomen tensing lean muscles when Xichen can't bear not to kiss him and sits back up to do just that, tilting Wen Kexing's chin with two fingers as he plants an affectionate smooch on those cute pouty lips. ]
Huan. My name is Lan Huan.
[ Zewu-Jun belongs somewhere down the mountain with his paperwork. ]
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The abuse of a nipple has him sinking his fingers into that hair so he can watch him work even as his own chest heaves under the rougher attention. Xichen leans back on a bent arm to fully enjoy the sight Wen Kexing makes mouthing his way down his body, arching up in a wave as the tickle of long hair flirts with his bare skin, sensitive to everything. Good boy gets a look from underneath his long lashes, a warning as much of a tease. The praise is appreciated but he is absolutely going to reverse it back at some point, don't think he won't.
He loses a sense of who he is when his cock, now eight and a half inches of aching need, is palmed like a toy because fuck.
Fabric shreds as he yanks off the sleeves still hanging on his own shoulders, ignored in favour of next hastily untying his trousers. That done, he starts to (with mildly more care) undress what's left on Wen Kexing, abdomen tensing lean muscles when Xichen can't bear not to kiss him and sits back up to do just that, tilting Wen Kexing's chin with two fingers as he plants an affectionate smooch on those cute pouty lips. ]
Huan. My name is Lan Huan.
[ Zewu-Jun belongs somewhere down the mountain with his paperwork. ]