[ Be nice to me, Wen Kexing says, and Xichen thinks Very nice, I will be the nicest person you ever met as his pulse spikes and he obediently grips the bedsheets when his wrists are pinned. There he holds on as teeth nip at his abdomen and make him bark out a breathy laugh that morphs into a groan as Wen Kexing's feline smirk slides south. His thighs, which part with the same easy trust, tense up the moment he feels those elegant fingers trail down his cock and he visibly stops himself from closing his legs with a sharp gasp, clutching the bed in terse fists.
His ears and cheeks flood pink when teased and it takes everything in him not to reach for Wen Kexing's hair, wanting to feel its softness and hold onto him somehow in turn. But! He is being nice. Good, even. Any laughter about a gleaming weapon quickly becomes a choked noise in the back of his throat as a hot-wet tongue laves at him with brazen hunger, the precome beading at a slit swiped clean off as his hips squirm outside his control and cock twitches.
Xichen's lashes flutter on his rosy cheeks that match the entire lower half of his body. ]
ironically also xichen's reaction if they were interrupted
His ears and cheeks flood pink when teased and it takes everything in him not to reach for Wen Kexing's hair, wanting to feel its softness and hold onto him somehow in turn. But! He is being nice. Good, even. Any laughter about a gleaming weapon quickly becomes a choked noise in the back of his throat as a hot-wet tongue laves at him with brazen hunger, the precome beading at a slit swiped clean off as his hips squirm outside his control and cock twitches.
Xichen's lashes flutter on his rosy cheeks that match the entire lower half of his body. ]
A-Xing!