( Wen Kexing swallows around him once more before he slowly, torturously pulls himself off of Lan Xichen's cock, letting it fall free from his mouth with a wet pop. He sighs, overly mournful, and then pets him instead as he takes a moment to catch his breath, the palm of his hand dragging down his length where it rests heavy against Lan Xichen's thigh. )

Mm? What's that? I was busy, I didn't quite hear you.

( There's something daringly playful about the way he doesn't move, resting languidly between Lan Xichen's thighs. Instead Wen Kexing uses his free hand to smooth down the tangles in his hair. The one still lightly petting the other man's cock makes a loose circle around the girth of it, thumb sliding over the slick head before he taps it lightly against his bottom lip in thoughtful contemplation. )

You'd get it up for me again, wouldn't you? ( Lightly, like offering something insignificant. ) You could spill down my throat.