[ Something lingers in Wen Kexing's reluctance to play along, as much as it seemed a turn-on before there's a thread of reason holding him back. When the other man sinks down for a kiss, gnawing his way across a neck, Xichen sits up and wraps an arm around his waist to cradle his weight and keep him positioned at the angle that gets Wen Kexing fussy and bothered.

He brushes long dark hair side and kisses him soundly, lips reluctant to part once he has thoroughly tasted the heat of that beautiful mouth. Tilting up Wen Kexing's chin, he drops a peck there too before trailing a caress down to the other man's cock; the backs of his knuckles ghost along it, long fingers loose when they drift up and down without providing more than a maddening tease. ]

All that matters is you're good for me in this bed. Nothing exists beyond its confines, a-Xing.

[ He tightens his grip and pulls him in for another kiss, thumbing over the sticky slit of that neglected cock. Hot and breathy, Xichen speaks over his mouth. ]

Take what you need, go ahead and ride. [ His smile is confident as well as kind, even if Xichen is blushing like a rose. ] I can handle you.