[ There is something about Wen Kexing that demands to be lavished in attention and pushed around, which Xichen is finding hard to resist. He helps him smooth down his tangled locks and while that busy hand is encircling his cock with a nonchalant powerplay lipping over the thick head beading precome, he uses every ounce of self-control he still owns to sit forward and kiss the knuckles of that other hand. Softly, respectfully, lingering before he gives those long fingers a gentle squeeze. Saying yes would be all too easy, Wen Kexing deserves better. ]

I could. I want to very much, you've been extremely good at that.

[ He slides his hold to the back of a neck, sifting through soft hair to run his nails along a scalp and get Wen Kexing to look up if he will. Xichen is a mountain of simmering arousal, hard for him and brimming with an urgent affection that shows in his fond gaze and low voice. ]

But don't you want to come up here and kiss me, sweetheart?