( It's mild, as protests go, Wen Kexing throwing an arm over his eyes, aiming for indolent in all things. He makes a mental note to ask about that later, momentarily entertaining himself with the idea of a man like Lan Xichen perusing pornography with his serious, discerning face. The thought doesn't last, evaporating just as quickly when he feels cool, slick fingers pressing against muscle. It isn't entirely unpleasant either way, and he can't say he's not ... curious. It's just been a while since he'd last tried, is all, body clenching around the invasion even as he's willing himself to relax. )
Ha. ( A puff of sound, Wen Kexing shifting his arm to peer at Lan Xichen from under it. The rapt look on his face does wonders for his ego, and he finds himself darting a tongue out to lick his own, suddenly dry lips. ) You look --. ( The words fail to come but whatever it is, it certainly seems to appeal to Wen Kexing, who reaches out to grip the back of his own knee and pull it closer to his chest, giving Lan Xichen more room. The stretch isn't too bad after all, and he shifts a little helplessly, impatient, toes curling. ) You can use more oil, and mm, give me two. Don't be shy, those nice hands should be put to good use.
( And if Lan Xichen didn't want him babbling then he shouldn't have asked to fuck him. )
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( It's mild, as protests go, Wen Kexing throwing an arm over his eyes, aiming for indolent in all things. He makes a mental note to ask about that later, momentarily entertaining himself with the idea of a man like Lan Xichen perusing pornography with his serious, discerning face. The thought doesn't last, evaporating just as quickly when he feels cool, slick fingers pressing against muscle. It isn't entirely unpleasant either way, and he can't say he's not ... curious. It's just been a while since he'd last tried, is all, body clenching around the invasion even as he's willing himself to relax. )
Ha. ( A puff of sound, Wen Kexing shifting his arm to peer at Lan Xichen from under it. The rapt look on his face does wonders for his ego, and he finds himself darting a tongue out to lick his own, suddenly dry lips. ) You look --. ( The words fail to come but whatever it is, it certainly seems to appeal to Wen Kexing, who reaches out to grip the back of his own knee and pull it closer to his chest, giving Lan Xichen more room. The stretch isn't too bad after all, and he shifts a little helplessly, impatient, toes curling. ) You can use more oil, and mm, give me two. Don't be shy, those nice hands should be put to good use.
( And if Lan Xichen didn't want him babbling then he shouldn't have asked to fuck him. )