You could - ah - split a man in two, how is that fair?
( The words come tumbling out, all in a rush, like breathing is still a challenge. Maybe it is, if the way his chest heaves is anything to go by. Lan Xichen is still not all the way inside, and that alone has a thrill of panic-pleasure sparking up the collumn of Wen Kexing's spine. How is he supposed to take on such an endowed specimen? How would anyone? It has to be impossible. Unfortunately ( or more likely for the one above him, fortunately ), this is one man who can't shy away from a challenge, and now that he's set his mind to it he will have Lan Xichen to the hilt even if it kills him. It might. What a way to go though. )
Mm, I can take it. Just - ( Another gasping breath at the twitching meeting of hips, Wen Kexing squirming against him, back half arched. ) - ah, slowly. Good, that's good.
( The steady, easy half grinding is nice too, and Wen Kexing groans with it, removing one hand from where it had been gripping Lan Xichen's lovely backside to trail it back over his own chest, down his stomach. His skin is damp and sticky where his cock has lain, heavy against muscle. He runs his fingers through it now, gathering up some of the viscous fluid against the tips. He wastes no time in dragging that helpfully across Lan Xichen's parted lips, something vaguely feral around his own eyes. ) Sweet boy, you're fucking me so well.
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( The words come tumbling out, all in a rush, like breathing is still a challenge. Maybe it is, if the way his chest heaves is anything to go by. Lan Xichen is still not all the way inside, and that alone has a thrill of panic-pleasure sparking up the collumn of Wen Kexing's spine. How is he supposed to take on such an endowed specimen? How would anyone? It has to be impossible. Unfortunately ( or more likely for the one above him, fortunately ), this is one man who can't shy away from a challenge, and now that he's set his mind to it he will have Lan Xichen to the hilt even if it kills him. It might. What a way to go though. )
Mm, I can take it. Just - ( Another gasping breath at the twitching meeting of hips, Wen Kexing squirming against him, back half arched. ) - ah, slowly. Good, that's good.
( The steady, easy half grinding is nice too, and Wen Kexing groans with it, removing one hand from where it had been gripping Lan Xichen's lovely backside to trail it back over his own chest, down his stomach. His skin is damp and sticky where his cock has lain, heavy against muscle. He runs his fingers through it now, gathering up some of the viscous fluid against the tips. He wastes no time in dragging that helpfully across Lan Xichen's parted lips, something vaguely feral around his own eyes. ) Sweet boy, you're fucking me so well.