[ The glare he receives only makes his gaze warm with an indulgent smile, blinking down his body at the vision on his lap. He grunts as cheeks hollow even more and grips tighter at his handful of hair, just as a grateful response. He pets him right after, a breathy laugh escaping his chest as he watches Wen Kexing lewdly play and make a (very inspiring) spectacle of himself, begging silently for Xichen's attention with his mouth and nails; he gets it as Xichen uses his abdominal muscles to hold himself up and thumbs across that swell where his cock is being treated so, so well. His thumb catches on a lip where it rubs against his length, smearing slick spit across the same cheek as Xichen watches, rapt. A good boy but a filthy one, his Wen Kexing.
The nails raking pink lines along his inner thigh get the muscle there to tense, Xichen making a point of accepting the kittenish tantrum (even if he steadies his breathing as a result, shh). He has to catch himself back on a hand when Wen Kexing descends to deep-throat him, eliciting a loud moan from the sect leader who feels a throb go through him, base to tip. ]
A-Xing, get up here.
[ He has to kiss him before he goes mad or comes, one of the two. ]
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The nails raking pink lines along his inner thigh get the muscle there to tense, Xichen making a point of accepting the kittenish tantrum (even if he steadies his breathing as a result, shh). He has to catch himself back on a hand when Wen Kexing descends to deep-throat him, eliciting a loud moan from the sect leader who feels a throb go through him, base to tip. ]
A-Xing, get up here.
[ He has to kiss him before he goes mad or comes, one of the two. ]