( Take the tip, he says, as if it wasn't a monumental stretch all on it's own. Wen Kexing swears under his breath, all other thoughts firmly swept aside as he wills his traitorous, trembling body to just relax. He's sweating, he realises distantly, damp between his shoulder blades and across the shivering muscles of his stomach, a sheen to match the blooming spread of pink. The act itself isn't painful, not really, but he wasn't lying when he said it had been a while. He rarely even takes the time to breach himself, on the days where idle arousal and boredom co-exist. The preference usually lacks, or the time, or maybe it's just that he can't, not when there are monsters waiting to kill him when showing even the slightest of vulnerabilities.
He's safe here though, insofar as he's safe anywhere, and so he allows himself the chance to feel it. )
Hngh.
( Remember when he was eloquent, no? Him either.
He bites at his bottom lip to stop himself from making any more stupid noises, but they still come with his breath, muffled things that sound too noisy to his own ears. Wen Kexing's hands slide down Lan Xichen's firm back, moving to grip him by the hips when he thrusts just a little bit too suddenly, nails digging in with hidden strength. The bruises might only last seconds but Lan Xichen deserves them, he thinks waspishly. Still, his next sound is a little mournful as the other man pulls away, those hands shifting to curve around his backside, tug him close again. He rolls his hips to take the next shallow thrust, mouth falling open with a gasp as they sink closer together. )
Ah. ( And then, because he's finally got his breath back, Wen Kexing drags his wet, hot mouth across the curve of Lan Xichen's jaw, up to his ear. ) More!
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He's safe here though, insofar as he's safe anywhere, and so he allows himself the chance to feel it. )
Hngh.
( Remember when he was eloquent, no? Him either.
He bites at his bottom lip to stop himself from making any more stupid noises, but they still come with his breath, muffled things that sound too noisy to his own ears. Wen Kexing's hands slide down Lan Xichen's firm back, moving to grip him by the hips when he thrusts just a little bit too suddenly, nails digging in with hidden strength. The bruises might only last seconds but Lan Xichen deserves them, he thinks waspishly. Still, his next sound is a little mournful as the other man pulls away, those hands shifting to curve around his backside, tug him close again. He rolls his hips to take the next shallow thrust, mouth falling open with a gasp as they sink closer together. )
Ah. ( And then, because he's finally got his breath back, Wen Kexing drags his wet, hot mouth across the curve of Lan Xichen's jaw, up to his ear. ) More!