[ Everything he is gears toward making this exquisite for Wen Kexing, helping him come until it spills all over Xichen's belly in a hot splash and the body around him tightens like a throbbing vice, making him gasp along with that wailing cry. He kisses his hair and shoulder, petting the lovely curve of a spine where it swells into an ass, soothing along that dip as he holds him during the immediate afterglow. A-Xing, a-Xing ... Whispering praise, he replays the sight, sounds and feel of that orgasm in the back of his minds eye, committing it to memory.
In order to clean them up a little he raises his hand from between their bodies to lick off the spend there, finding it more bitter than he would like but preferring it solely because it's Wen Kexing's. He absolutely ignores the way his cock twitches inside that soft heat as a result. ]
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In order to clean them up a little he raises his hand from between their bodies to lick off the spend there, finding it more bitter than he would like but preferring it solely because it's Wen Kexing's. He absolutely ignores the way his cock twitches inside that soft heat as a result. ]