( Wen Kexing cannot help the murmuring, wordless sounds of encouragement that fall from his lips as Lan Xichen comes. The teeth in his shoulder have a delicious, hot ache pulsing through his body, an echo of the almost endless amount of release that fills him up inside. He would be impressed, if he weren't busily chasing the finality of his own arousal. Carelessly, artlessly, his hand drops between their bodies, fingers winding around Lan Xichen's own as he tightens their joint grip, less silent than the man beneath him now. )

You did so well. Good boy, sweet thing.

( A helpless murmur, with every rock of their bodies Wen Kexing gives a desperate hiccup of noise, knees pressing too tight into Lan Xichen's side. He pushes him back against the mattress with a palm to his shoulder, leaning in to kiss him greedily behind the sweeping curtain of his hair, eyes dark when they part, unfocused with hazy pleasure. )

Oh, you came so much. ( He sounds strangely delighted, the noise of their bodies wetter, more obscene. His fingers twitch against Lan Xichen's own where he's still guiding him into stroking his cock, faster and firmer now. His mouth drags damp and warm against skin, breathless. ) You're going to make spill, aren't you? A-Huan made promises, and he's been so good to me. Just a little more.