( He can't help the silly little squawk that falls from his lips when Lan Xichen all but manhandles him, putting that muscle he hides away to good use to get Wen Kexing on his back. Sadly he knows there's no way he can hide the sudden blooming heat in his face, nor the way his thighs squeeze around the other man's waist, knees digging in to keep him still, parting them only when he's prompted to. It's strange, and new, his body is not so usually urged by someone else. But with the way his cock is leaking where it's curved against his belly, and the wide-eyed arousal crossing his face he must surely have given himself away.

How easily played he is, oh he should be furious.

Because while Wen Kexing has a preference, Lan Xichen is all soothing strokes along his flank and he finds himself being seduced along with it, throat bobbing in a swallow as his fingers reach up to find the little vial, curving around it in a tight grip. He doesn't pull it free from beneath the pillow just yet, instead letting his free hand wrap around Lan Xichen's bicep, squeezing as his voice takes a thoughtful tone. )

You ask so nicely, but you're so wicked.

( Laughable, really. This Lan is anything but. But then Wen Kexing is tossing the oil to him, nudging Lan Xichen in the side with his heel, stretching his bare body out before him with a sigh. One eyebrow lifts, imperious. )

Do you know what you're doing? I do. You might have a better time of it if you let me do the work.

( It's not a no, he's already half convinced. It should worry him, the lack of concern he's currently feeling. Wen Kexing doesn't like to feel vulnerable. And yet --. )