( He makes a noise in response, a wordless snarl of sound that bursts free from behind his teeth in a ragged pant. Wen Kexing has to screw his eyes tightly shut when Lan Xichen presses down against the straining bulge at his stomach, the sheer wonder in his eyes doing something hideous to his self control. How on earth could he have expected this, the way the man below him fucks like he has a point to prove, strong, mean thrusts of his hips and his words a sinful purr that has him a mess of shuddering in Lan Xichen's lap. )
Ah, I'm not --.
( A weak protest, but a protest nonetheless. It would almost be funny, if he were anyone else. He has certainly played the part well, for the demand to be so earnest. Wen Kexing gasps as he clenches around Lan Xichen's cock, shifting his hips just slightly so he can grind hard and deep against the spot inside that has him seeing stars. His hands slide down sweat slick skin, to rest against a waist, body bowing so he can leave a cruel little bite against Lan Xichen's jaw, breath a jagged static against his throat. )
I need you to touch me.
( Words buried in the curve of his throat, teeth dragging against the vulnerable skin. )
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Ah, I'm not --.
( A weak protest, but a protest nonetheless. It would almost be funny, if he were anyone else. He has certainly played the part well, for the demand to be so earnest. Wen Kexing gasps as he clenches around Lan Xichen's cock, shifting his hips just slightly so he can grind hard and deep against the spot inside that has him seeing stars. His hands slide down sweat slick skin, to rest against a waist, body bowing so he can leave a cruel little bite against Lan Xichen's jaw, breath a jagged static against his throat. )
I need you to touch me.
( Words buried in the curve of his throat, teeth dragging against the vulnerable skin. )
C'mon.