( Oh, that definitely does something for Wen Kexing. The teeth in his shoulder smart a little, but instead of being affronted he lets out a full bodied moan, squeezing helplessly around Lan Xichen's cock, fingers digging into his forearm as he meets the cage of that hand with a roll of his hips. It hasn't even been more than a handful of minutes, but the sheer size of Lan Xichen still steals his breath away, and he closes his eyes with only a grunt of response, shuddering all over. )
You -- your fault.
( Has anyone told him he blushes before? Probably not. Presumably the men he beds wouldn't dare. But there's a vain part of him that likes it, that Lan Xichen is paying enough attention to note it, and to talk of it like it's something worthy of that. )
Maybe you inspire something in me, A-Huan. ( Sheer, unmistakeable lust. ) Whose blood wouldn't rise to the occasion - ah?
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You -- your fault.
( Has anyone told him he blushes before? Probably not. Presumably the men he beds wouldn't dare. But there's a vain part of him that likes it, that Lan Xichen is paying enough attention to note it, and to talk of it like it's something worthy of that. )
Maybe you inspire something in me, A-Huan. ( Sheer, unmistakeable lust. ) Whose blood wouldn't rise to the occasion - ah?