[ Wen Kexing will find himself sliding backwards as Xichen loops an arm around his middle and drags him to meet his front, burying a kiss in the curve of his shoulder with a happy, low hum. ]

It's going to become a problem, [ laughter lingers in the pit of his chest as he slides his aching cock between those soft, muscled thighs and starts to fuck a wet line right underneath Wen Kexing's spent balls, ] how often the sect leader disappears to take care of you.

[ He runs his hand up that bare chest to tweak a nipple, sliding to the next to give it the same treatment. Wen Kexing is his guest first, yes, but Xichen wants to spoil him rotten beyond that, purring as he mouths kisses over a neck. ]

I'll fill you a bath of snowdrops, find you the softest robes ...