( He makes an agreeable noise in the back of his throat when Lan Xichen tightens his grip, an encouragement that gets noisily cut off at the praise. Wen Kexing shudders without meaning to, a full-bodied thing, heat flooding his cheeks. Later, after all of this is said and done, he's going to have to have a word with himself about appropriate reactions to praise, what with the way his cock pulses harder against the bed. Rolling his gaze up, he lets a half-hearted glare flicker across his face, hollowing his cheeks harder as if to suck Lan Xichen's very soul through his dick.
Wen Kexing hums as he takes him deeper, the fullness of him filling his mouth. Then he lets his cock slip into his cheek when he pulls back up, the shape of it prettily visible through his cheek. Usually he never truly cares to put on a show, but something about this makes the terribly vain part of him rear it's ugly little head. In punishment, because he's a petty, petty man and he wants to blame Lan Xichen for all the things he's discovering about himself, Wen Kexing scratches fingernails down his hip, trailing them to his inner thigh to pinch the soft, vulnerable skin there.
That doesn't mean he actually stops focusing on blowing him though, meanness aside. He dedicates himself to opening up around more of that thick length, far enough that the tip nudges the back of his throat. )
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( He makes an agreeable noise in the back of his throat when Lan Xichen tightens his grip, an encouragement that gets noisily cut off at the praise. Wen Kexing shudders without meaning to, a full-bodied thing, heat flooding his cheeks. Later, after all of this is said and done, he's going to have to have a word with himself about appropriate reactions to praise, what with the way his cock pulses harder against the bed. Rolling his gaze up, he lets a half-hearted glare flicker across his face, hollowing his cheeks harder as if to suck Lan Xichen's very soul through his dick.
Wen Kexing hums as he takes him deeper, the fullness of him filling his mouth. Then he lets his cock slip into his cheek when he pulls back up, the shape of it prettily visible through his cheek. Usually he never truly cares to put on a show, but something about this makes the terribly vain part of him rear it's ugly little head. In punishment, because he's a petty, petty man and he wants to blame Lan Xichen for all the things he's discovering about himself, Wen Kexing scratches fingernails down his hip, trailing them to his inner thigh to pinch the soft, vulnerable skin there.
That doesn't mean he actually stops focusing on blowing him though, meanness aside. He dedicates himself to opening up around more of that thick length, far enough that the tip nudges the back of his throat. )