[ Oh. Oh. He wastes no time in fitting the curve of his palm to that burgeoning cock and strokes lightly, eyes fixed on Wen Kexing just as the other man plans for them to be. Xichen can feel heat pooling at the back of his neck and sliding down his spine, warming him in the cool garden as he pictures those long, fabled fingers trying to get as deep as he did ...
Blinking as he's left with nothing, he snatches Wen Kexing's wrist as he turns away to walk up the mountain. Not, notably, in the direction he came. If his voice sounds rougher, well. ]
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Blinking as he's left with nothing, he snatches Wen Kexing's wrist as he turns away to walk up the mountain. Not, notably, in the direction he came. If his voice sounds rougher, well. ]
They're smart, they can entertain themselves.