[ Ah, yes. Right there. It's not an accident how he's sure to rub over a prostate on every other stroke inside that cinching body, bearing down as he hooks an elbow under that knee to keep it pinned and allow Xichen to lean down for a slow, lurid kiss all lips and tongue, hot and heavy like the way he fucks him on his fingers. Every eked out groan has Xichen obsessed and he sinks his teeth into a lower lip to get his attention, nipping. ]
Don't know if you can?
[ He kisses a messy line along Wen Kexing's jaw as a third finger stretches him open, the middle curving to flutter lightly over where he really likes it, and Xichen whispers hotly by an ear. ]
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Don't know if you can?
[ He kisses a messy line along Wen Kexing's jaw as a third finger stretches him open, the middle curving to flutter lightly over where he really likes it, and Xichen whispers hotly by an ear. ]
Then I'll make you.