( Of course it wasn't. Wen Kexing had never been fucked like that in his life and now he knows what it feels like, of course it isn't enough. His palm sweeps, down one of Lan Xichen's arms, curling around his wrist. With a grin, bottom lip caught between his teeth, he lets his gaze drift over the still blissfully empty mountainside to confirm the absense of other people before he presses that hand lower, against the space where Wen Kexing is already half hard. )
I've thought about it since. Do you know some nights I used my own fingers? ( Wickedly. ) They're long, for fingers, but not quite as long as your cock. ( He rolls his hips against Lan Xichen's palm, humming. And then he's breaking away again, flitting back into his own space like a hummingbird, his voice returning to a normal volume. ) You have disciples to assuage, mm?
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( Of course it wasn't. Wen Kexing had never been fucked like that in his life and now he knows what it feels like, of course it isn't enough. His palm sweeps, down one of Lan Xichen's arms, curling around his wrist. With a grin, bottom lip caught between his teeth, he lets his gaze drift over the still blissfully empty mountainside to confirm the absense of other people before he presses that hand lower, against the space where Wen Kexing is already half hard. )
I've thought about it since. Do you know some nights I used my own fingers? ( Wickedly. ) They're long, for fingers, but not quite as long as your cock. ( He rolls his hips against Lan Xichen's palm, humming. And then he's breaking away again, flitting back into his own space like a hummingbird, his voice returning to a normal volume. ) You have disciples to assuage, mm?