( He squirms when Lan Xichen sits up, his arms winding around the broad shape of his shoulders, tugging lightly on his hair once more as he dissolves easily into the heat of the kiss. The angle is better, and so he turns sweeter, trailing the column of Lan Xichen's throat without teeth, tongue lapping over the marks he'd left before. Wen Kexing makes a small, high noise when knuckles drag against his cock - the tip so wet he thinks he's practically dripping, a bitten off curse that has him dragging his nails down over the other man's back, the shape of his muscles, digging in helpless and greedy. )
O-oh? Can you?
( Grasping at confidence, or maybe it's the challenge of it, but Wen Kexing fucks up into his fist with mindless enjoyment, chasing the high of it all. His thighs burn with the exertion, his chest heaving with the effort of breathing. He rides Lan Xichen like he has something to prove, the noise of their bodies meeting growing hard and fast. His teeth catch on an earlobe, tug impatiently before breathless words get tucked close. )
Does A-Huan like this? ( He clenches tight, slowing down the pace with a filthy roll of his hips. ) Is it good? Does he want to come inside?
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O-oh? Can you?
( Grasping at confidence, or maybe it's the challenge of it, but Wen Kexing fucks up into his fist with mindless enjoyment, chasing the high of it all. His thighs burn with the exertion, his chest heaving with the effort of breathing. He rides Lan Xichen like he has something to prove, the noise of their bodies meeting growing hard and fast. His teeth catch on an earlobe, tug impatiently before breathless words get tucked close. )
Does A-Huan like this? ( He clenches tight, slowing down the pace with a filthy roll of his hips. ) Is it good? Does he want to come inside?