( The arm not currently wrapped around Lan Xichen's neck gets thrown back over his eyes. He isn't sure if it's the size of his cock or the weight of his praise, but Wen Kexing's face is a surely a flaming red in the places it can be seen. He doesn't even have it in him to snap, the friction between their bodies doing everything to have him panting and frantic instead. It's slow, torturously so, and that means he is helpless to feel every inch as Lan Xichen presses against his stomach.
Who told him to do that? Which books? Wen Kexing has to know. )
Pl -. ( Teeth snapping closed, unwilling to beg for it just yet. He tugs instead on Lan Xichen's hair, finally appearing from behind the shelter of his arm to let the other hand grasp his hip, digging in to the now forming bruises in as Wen Kexing rocks back down in greedy little increments. He strains upwards, to kiss him again, biting at his bottom lip in agitation, mouth hot and hard. And then, without warning, he uses his not inconsiderable strength to flip them both, lining up their bodies quickly to sink back heavily on Lan Xichen's cock.
His smile is a vicious thing, framed by the messy tumble of his hair, his hands moving to pin Lan Xichen by the shoulders, grinding hard against him. ) You were taking too long. ( He punctuates his complaint by lifting himself half off, only to drop back down with a startled groan, gravity doing wonders to bury the other man deep inside. ) Better.
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Who told him to do that? Which books? Wen Kexing has to know. )
Pl -. ( Teeth snapping closed, unwilling to beg for it just yet. He tugs instead on Lan Xichen's hair, finally appearing from behind the shelter of his arm to let the other hand grasp his hip, digging in to the now forming bruises in as Wen Kexing rocks back down in greedy little increments. He strains upwards, to kiss him again, biting at his bottom lip in agitation, mouth hot and hard. And then, without warning, he uses his not inconsiderable strength to flip them both, lining up their bodies quickly to sink back heavily on Lan Xichen's cock.
His smile is a vicious thing, framed by the messy tumble of his hair, his hands moving to pin Lan Xichen by the shoulders, grinding hard against him. ) You were taking too long. ( He punctuates his complaint by lifting himself half off, only to drop back down with a startled groan, gravity doing wonders to bury the other man deep inside. ) Better.