[ Xichen exerts more self-control than he might ever have used before, at no point during his life has he felt the desperate need to move and waited (what seems) so incredibly long (guilt-ridden masturbation sessions have nothing on this, it isn't even in the same realm of pleasure). The bruising grip on his hips halts him immediately, easing free, but then Wen Kexing is protesting and dragging him back with hands and legs and mouth alike.
He turns his head into those soft lips to steal a kiss brimming with banked passion and responds to being told More with a low rumble of agreement from the pit of his chest.
The first thrust that counts sinks a couple more inches of his cock into that tight heat and has him groaning under his breath, the tension across his shoulders and down his nail-raked back a testament to how mindful he's trying to be. Only, Wen Kexing feels incredible, soft and tight, and Xichen's dark gaze remains on him as he experimentally grinds in just as much as he's already fucked him open, not quite to the base yet. Even so, it has him obsessed with the beauty in his bed clamouring to his body which seeks to serve. ]
More?
[ Or is this enough for now as Wen Kexing is stretched, hips swaying to fuck him open to a steady pace? Xichen does as he's instructed, exactly, the trade-off for getting to fuck his sweet lover being one of (enthused) servitude. The grip on Xichen's hips has not been forgotten for how terse it was, albeit briefly, and he knows he's the inexperienced one ... so however Wen Kexing wants to take his cock, he can. ]
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He turns his head into those soft lips to steal a kiss brimming with banked passion and responds to being told More with a low rumble of agreement from the pit of his chest.
The first thrust that counts sinks a couple more inches of his cock into that tight heat and has him groaning under his breath, the tension across his shoulders and down his nail-raked back a testament to how mindful he's trying to be. Only, Wen Kexing feels incredible, soft and tight, and Xichen's dark gaze remains on him as he experimentally grinds in just as much as he's already fucked him open, not quite to the base yet. Even so, it has him obsessed with the beauty in his bed clamouring to his body which seeks to serve. ]
More?
[ Or is this enough for now as Wen Kexing is stretched, hips swaying to fuck him open to a steady pace? Xichen does as he's instructed, exactly, the trade-off for getting to fuck his sweet lover being one of (enthused) servitude. The grip on Xichen's hips has not been forgotten for how terse it was, albeit briefly, and he knows he's the inexperienced one ... so however Wen Kexing wants to take his cock, he can. ]