[ A breathless laugh ghosts over Wen Kexing's shoulder, nuzzling affectionately. He rubs around the tip of his lover's newly swollen cock to give it the attention it deserves (and needs), smearing precome all around so every other stroke can slip right over it. ]

Sometimes it takes three before I can sleep, [ Xichen kisses a bare shoulder marred by his own love-bites, changing the angle of his thrusts to search for that sweet spot in a tight ass and target it with every grinding thrust, ] but you're too much for me, I think.

[ It feels like he's losing his mind as he groans and pushes Wen Kexing forward, spreading him on the bed as Xichen keeps a hand around his cock and guides those slender hips back onto his lap for every noisy slap of skin-on-skin. ]

... And even if you're not, I'll let you sleep.

[ He's not going to wreck Wen Kexing on the first night; there is definitely going to be a second. ]