( A noise comes unbidden at the sudden tearing of fabric, a small, strangled hum of sound. It is ... unfairly arousing, fastidious care thrown aside in favour of want. Having it aimed Wen Kexing's way entirely has all the blood inside of him rush south, arousal straining beneath the fabric of his trousers. And with whatever thought he might have had summarily fled from his brain at the display of strength, he lets himself be indulgently kissed for a long, lingering moment. )
A-Huan, then?
( Because turnabout is fair play after all. The name gets murmured against lips either way before Wen Kexing remembers himself and wriggles, grasping both wrists in his hands to pin them firmly to the bed. He grins a little again, face flushed and his eyes sparkling, thumb stroking across the bones in Lan Xichen's wrist. ) Be nice to me, A-Huan. I haven't seen a sight quite this bright in a long time, you should let me look.
( His lecherous gaze is as heavy as a touch, taking in the sight before him. There's a notable strain in the musculature of Lan Xichen's body, excitement warring just beneath the surface. Wen Kexing leans down to bite one of his stupidly perfect abs in retaliation to some unknown slight, the curve of his grin pressed against the skin there. And then he's moving again, shifting further down the bed so he can kneel between the Chief Cultivator's thighs, spreading them wide with his own. The sheer size of his him is obvious through the thin fabric and Wen Kexing hums, trailing his fingers teasingly up the length of it. He takes pity, after a second, easing the trousers down Lan Xichen's hips far enough that his cock is freed, his hand immediately wrapping around the sizeable base to keep it steady. )
Oh, now I see why you have to wear all those layers. If people knew you were carrying around such a gleaming weapon you'd never get anything done.
( His voice is a little dazed, and he spares Lan Xichen a quick little glance from beneath his eyelashes before he unceremoniously ducks down to drag his tongue along the flushed head. )
the next person who gets in the way of me writing is getting dropkicked 😡
A-Huan, then?
( Because turnabout is fair play after all. The name gets murmured against lips either way before Wen Kexing remembers himself and wriggles, grasping both wrists in his hands to pin them firmly to the bed. He grins a little again, face flushed and his eyes sparkling, thumb stroking across the bones in Lan Xichen's wrist. ) Be nice to me, A-Huan. I haven't seen a sight quite this bright in a long time, you should let me look.
( His lecherous gaze is as heavy as a touch, taking in the sight before him. There's a notable strain in the musculature of Lan Xichen's body, excitement warring just beneath the surface. Wen Kexing leans down to bite one of his stupidly perfect abs in retaliation to some unknown slight, the curve of his grin pressed against the skin there. And then he's moving again, shifting further down the bed so he can kneel between the Chief Cultivator's thighs, spreading them wide with his own. The sheer size of his him is obvious through the thin fabric and Wen Kexing hums, trailing his fingers teasingly up the length of it. He takes pity, after a second, easing the trousers down Lan Xichen's hips far enough that his cock is freed, his hand immediately wrapping around the sizeable base to keep it steady. )
Oh, now I see why you have to wear all those layers. If people knew you were carrying around such a gleaming weapon you'd never get anything done.
( His voice is a little dazed, and he spares Lan Xichen a quick little glance from beneath his eyelashes before he unceremoniously ducks down to drag his tongue along the flushed head. )