( Wen Kexing makes an encouraging noise against Lan Xichen's mouth when he kisses him, pleased by the bite in it, the edges of propriety fraying around them. It's too good, almost, the heat of it, the need of it, the way he can feel the other man's cock give a valiant little twitch deep inside when Wen Kexing clenches down. ) Mm, good, twist your wrist just like that. ( Every word is edged with a frantic breath, fractured through with lust. It feels so good. When Lan Xichen yanks his head back, Wen Kexing lets out a desperate little laugh of arousal, eyes half-lidded, pulse jumping under his tongue. ) There you are.

( A groan, Wen Kexing desperately bouncing in his lap, his cock sliding hot and heavy inside the cage of Lan Xichen's fingers. He bows his back, one hand braced against the other man's knee, his palm slick with sweat. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he gives him another, wicked little smile, biting his bottom lip between his teeth before letting it pop free again. )

I want you to. I want you to come so deep inside I'll feel it for hours after. ( He's babbling, instinct. As though if he talks then Lan Xichen can't play dirty. ) You feel so wonderful, you're doing so well.