( He's been called sweetheart before and taken badly to it. He's fairly certain he killed the last one who tried, an ill-advised informant that tried to flirt with him the minute his missive was passed along. He remembers the anger, bitter and burning, the darkness that lived in him swallowing anything else. People just weren't allowed, from thereon out. None of his usual bedfellows would have dared either way. And yet strangely, that old simmering rage is nowhere to be found when it is Lan Xichen all but purring the endearment, and Wen Kexing finds himself merely blinking once, cat like, before he's levering himself up. )
Ah, since you asked so nicely?
( He crawls his way back up Lan Xichen's body, muscles moving sinuously, his own cock hard and flushed between his legs. He pays it little mind in favour of unceremoniously crawling into the other man's lap, winding his arm around his neck to scratch lightly at his scalp again, weight heavy and firm against Lan Xichen's insistent arousal. )
Next time - ( Punctuated with another stinging bite of a kiss. ) - Next time I want you to fuck my face, mm?
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Ah, since you asked so nicely?
( He crawls his way back up Lan Xichen's body, muscles moving sinuously, his own cock hard and flushed between his legs. He pays it little mind in favour of unceremoniously crawling into the other man's lap, winding his arm around his neck to scratch lightly at his scalp again, weight heavy and firm against Lan Xichen's insistent arousal. )
Next time - ( Punctuated with another stinging bite of a kiss. ) - Next time I want you to fuck my face, mm?