[ Wen Kexing talks so much that Xichen would like to be able to say it all becomes background noise, only it doesn't because he likes his voice. He drops kisses all over the shoulders before him while keeping his attention on what makes Wen Kexing hitch and gasp, finally driving right over that one spot that has his talkative lover whimpering into silence, pushing down on a waist to keep him pinned there as he lets himself indulge in the cinching pressure of that orgasm around his cock and spills a second round of come too. There's molten heat coating those raw, abused walls as he eases his (now spent, at last, and softening) cock free, but he only replaces it with his come-covered fingers as he settles in behind Wen Kexing (for a cuddle!), idly rubbing that hole to keep it stretched so hot lines can dribble out and Wen Kexing's own come makes even more of a pretty mess between those spread thighs.
Xichen loves touching him, stroking that soft skin, playing with his puffy rim as Wen Kexing drifts in the afterglow. He hums his approval and pets him there in long strokes that slide the sticky mess up between pert cheeks. ]
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Xichen loves touching him, stroking that soft skin, playing with his puffy rim as Wen Kexing drifts in the afterglow. He hums his approval and pets him there in long strokes that slide the sticky mess up between pert cheeks. ]
You are ... a dream.