[ As much as he vies for control and is comfortable wielding it, there's a wealth of experience to Wen Kexing that Xichen can't rival once his lover starts visibly enjoying himself so close and he digs his nails into those flawless hips. He has to tip his head back for a moment to breathe as he's ridden so well, eyes dark under lowered lashes when he returns to kiss the coyness off those pretty lips with an impatient roughness he hasn't exhibited so far. ]
Yes.
[ Wen Kexing is squeezing around Xichen's cock and it wrings a low groan out of him, precome spilling hot against those tight walls. Obscene. He takes a fistful of Wen Kexing's hair to pull his head back, tongue lapping possessively over his pulse to taste the sweat there as Xichen grinds up to meet him, wrist flicking faster over the needy cock in his other hand (mostly to get revenge). ]
If I don't come in you, I might die. You're so perfect.
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Yes.
[ Wen Kexing is squeezing around Xichen's cock and it wrings a low groan out of him, precome spilling hot against those tight walls. Obscene. He takes a fistful of Wen Kexing's hair to pull his head back, tongue lapping possessively over his pulse to taste the sweat there as Xichen grinds up to meet him, wrist flicking faster over the needy cock in his other hand (mostly to get revenge). ]
If I don't come in you, I might die. You're so perfect.
[ And Xichen is close. ]