( It sounds like an awful way to live, and one Wen Kexing is fairly familiar with. Is it any wonder that, when traversing the human world, Wen Kexing becomes frivolous, prone to gluttony, excessive in his desires? He had spent so long starving, after all, and that first hint of freedom had been heady and possessive. He wonders, briefly, sluggishly, if that is the same for Lan Xichen? A cage is a cage is a cage, no matter the glittering bars, and the way he touches Wen Kexing now is like he's barely containing that same dark hunger. )
Fuck that.
( The crassness, the vehemence, surprises himself, the end of the exclamation hitched with a particularly firm thrust, Wen Kexing's poor spent cock giving a valiant little twitch. He could get hard again, he thinks, letting the burn of arousal warm him up from the inside. It doesn't matter if he does or not though, there's still something enjoyable about the way Lan Xichen moulds him to chase something he has never allowed himself before. )
What's the point in living - ( He continues, words ragged, lust edged. ) - what's the point if you can't - hn - enjoy things? There isn't one.
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Fuck that.
( The crassness, the vehemence, surprises himself, the end of the exclamation hitched with a particularly firm thrust, Wen Kexing's poor spent cock giving a valiant little twitch. He could get hard again, he thinks, letting the burn of arousal warm him up from the inside. It doesn't matter if he does or not though, there's still something enjoyable about the way Lan Xichen moulds him to chase something he has never allowed himself before. )
What's the point in living - ( He continues, words ragged, lust edged. ) - what's the point if you can't - hn - enjoy things? There isn't one.