( Lan Xichen could bend him in two and Wen Kexing would thank him. The thought has an hysterical little laugh bubbling up beneath his throat, but it turns into a bitten off moan when the other man brushes against something that has sparks blooming across his vision. He jerks beneath him, cock a throbbing hard line, smearing precome across his own belly as he clenches even harder around the fingers inside of him. How quickly he'd forgotten himself, how easily he'd given in. Ah, but that's a problem to work on another day, not for right now, with Wen Kexing rolling his hips against Lan Xichen's hand as though trying to take him deeper. )

Gods.

( Wen Kexing scrubs a hand over his face, eyes screwed shut as pleasure takes over, mouth pretty and open as he pants. )

Who are you? ( He sounds outraged, but it's belied by the fact that Wen Kexing reaches a hand up to pinch at his own nipple, a pleased groan following the furious question. Lan Xichen should not be figuring things out as quickly as he is, he absolutely should not be playing Wen Kexing like a finely tuned instrument. His thoughts are slow, but his mouth quicker, and so he throws all pretence to the wayside to thoughtlessly continue his murmuring demands. ) I should have known, - ah -, pretty things like you are always wicked. Another, give me another, if you want me to take that cock of yours you'll have to work harder. It's been long enough that I don't know if I can.

( A challenge, he thinks, teeth catching in his bottom lip as he shivers. )