( How is he still hard? What magic does the Lan Clan possess that has their men bestowed with stallion strength? Wen Kexing has half a mind to ask if it's only Lan Xichen possessed with such a power, or if Gods forbid, the one with the beard is fucking people silly too, but then the other man gets his strength back under him and begins thrusting in a way that has Wen Kexing's brain rattled around out of his head, thoughts all shaken loose.
Don't ask him his own name, he doesn't know.
With a moan that is low and filthy, his mouth drags a wet smear against Lan Xichen's shoulder, coordination long gone now he's being fucked within an inch of his life. Wen Kexing makes a garbled, wordless sound, nails sharp and digging in to whatever muscle mass he can find, his whole body shuddering. )
Ah, ah, ah!
( It doesn't take long, not at all, one thrust, two, and then Wen Kexing's whole body seizes up sharply, cock twitching against Lan Xichen's broad fingers. He comes with a spurt, sharp release against well defined muscle, helpless wail barely muffled against the curve of a throat. )
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Don't ask him his own name, he doesn't know.
With a moan that is low and filthy, his mouth drags a wet smear against Lan Xichen's shoulder, coordination long gone now he's being fucked within an inch of his life. Wen Kexing makes a garbled, wordless sound, nails sharp and digging in to whatever muscle mass he can find, his whole body shuddering. )
Ah, ah, ah!
( It doesn't take long, not at all, one thrust, two, and then Wen Kexing's whole body seizes up sharply, cock twitching against Lan Xichen's broad fingers. He comes with a spurt, sharp release against well defined muscle, helpless wail barely muffled against the curve of a throat. )