ooc: so sorry this is so late! brain was not braining. it is, in fact, still not braining, so this might be an awful tag. pls forgive
( Oh, but he's a sight. Wen Kexing can't help but sneak a glance up at him, eagerly taking in the flushed length of his body through lowered eyelashes. Lan Xichen is a pretty, pretty picture, all quivering muscle and petal pink skin, restraint so beautifully shuddering at the edges. He looks like he could lose his mind so easily, and isn't that an appealing thought? To take apart a man so heavily reliant on being reserved by the mere cleverness of his hands and mouth. How Wen Kexing has gotten so lucky he's not sure, but he's certainly not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
-- Especially if he gets to bed someone hung like one. )
Mm, yes? I'm here.
( He grins again, quickfire fast before he repeats his earlier action. Lan Xichen is clean, but salty tasting, and Wen Kexing gives him an appreciative hum, wasting no time in taking the plump head of the other man's cock between his lips and letting it settle against his tongue. The eager twitch of it is flattering and certainly appealing, the very corner of Wen Kexing's mouth turning up before he refocuses on the task at hand. He suckles lightly, shifting a little further down the bed so he can rest on his elbows, Lan Xichen's legs pressed hot against his shoulders. It gives him something to rub his own aching erection against, rolling his hips lightly against the mattress as he takes more of the other man within the wet heat of his mouth. He's always liked this, the sheer thoughtlessness of putting himself to good use, and Lan Xichen is certainly enough that all his other background machinations are blissfully quiet. He's sinfully hot in the shelter of Wen Kexing's mouth, arousal pulsing when he hollows out his cheeks, sweet, noisy little gasps falling from above. He cannot help but reward all that sweetness, taking Lan Xichen as far as he can while he reaches out to squeeze lightly at his balls, the heavy weight blissful in the palm of his hand. )
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( Oh, but he's a sight. Wen Kexing can't help but sneak a glance up at him, eagerly taking in the flushed length of his body through lowered eyelashes. Lan Xichen is a pretty, pretty picture, all quivering muscle and petal pink skin, restraint so beautifully shuddering at the edges. He looks like he could lose his mind so easily, and isn't that an appealing thought? To take apart a man so heavily reliant on being reserved by the mere cleverness of his hands and mouth. How Wen Kexing has gotten so lucky he's not sure, but he's certainly not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
-- Especially if he gets to bed someone hung like one. )
Mm, yes? I'm here.
( He grins again, quickfire fast before he repeats his earlier action. Lan Xichen is clean, but salty tasting, and Wen Kexing gives him an appreciative hum, wasting no time in taking the plump head of the other man's cock between his lips and letting it settle against his tongue. The eager twitch of it is flattering and certainly appealing, the very corner of Wen Kexing's mouth turning up before he refocuses on the task at hand. He suckles lightly, shifting a little further down the bed so he can rest on his elbows, Lan Xichen's legs pressed hot against his shoulders. It gives him something to rub his own aching erection against, rolling his hips lightly against the mattress as he takes more of the other man within the wet heat of his mouth. He's always liked this, the sheer thoughtlessness of putting himself to good use, and Lan Xichen is certainly enough that all his other background machinations are blissfully quiet. He's sinfully hot in the shelter of Wen Kexing's mouth, arousal pulsing when he hollows out his cheeks, sweet, noisy little gasps falling from above. He cannot help but reward all that sweetness, taking Lan Xichen as far as he can while he reaches out to squeeze lightly at his balls, the heavy weight blissful in the palm of his hand. )