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Lᴀɴ Xɪᴄʜᴇɴ —(Lᴀɴ Hᴜᴀɴ) ☁︎ 𝑍𝑒𝑤𝑢-𝐽𝑢𝑛 ([personal profile] lanclan) wrote 2023-07-25 10:10 pm (UTC)

[ The ways in which Wen Kexing cleaves to him with his hands and knees and heels is so incredibly endearing, it makes a dormant dragon behind his ribs rear its head and want to wrap all around him until Wen Kexing is being touched from every angle. He turns his head to drop a kiss on the grip on his arm as if surprised to find him holding on there, only levying his weight off him once the vial is tossed his way and settling to kneel in between those shapely legs that stretch out over the sheets like the graceful strokes from a calligraphy brush. ]

I'm a virgin, not ignorant.

[ There is an extensive library, after all. Not every forbidden technique of cultivation or document of knowledge is dry as dust or about committing evil acts (which made finding some discordant songs quite a simple task, once upon a time). Two oiled fingers slide down the length of Wen Kexing's cock, inquisitively rub the soft weight of his balls, and slip further to the inviting pink hole between his legs without fanfare or prelude as Xichen pushes one up and pets a knee to keep it there, spread wider in the process. He can't decide where he prefers to look, between those legs or at his pretty lover's flushed face. ]

It's alright, [ the imperiousness in Wen Kexing doesn't sound entirely as confident as Xichen suspects it is meant to, so he seeks to reassure him, ] I won't do anything you don't like. You're the boss.

[ As he pushes a long finger past a well-massaged rim, into heat. Oh. ]

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