( Because Wen Kexing has never claimed to be anything but wicked, he uses the cover of the forest to spin Lan Xichen around, backing him against a particularly sturdy looking tree, hands moving to curl possessively around his waist. He grins as he does so, mischievous, bottom lip caught between his own teeth and his head tipped to the side, a bird studying something interesting. )
Am I?
( There's very little space between them, but Wen Kexing closes the remainder easily, pressing the line of his body against Lan Xichen's own. There are a dozen layers between them, but he can feel the other man's burning heat, and he smiles once more, a flicker of sweetness. His nose nudges against Lan Xichen's cheek, mouths scant inches apart. )
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Am I?
( There's very little space between them, but Wen Kexing closes the remainder easily, pressing the line of his body against Lan Xichen's own. There are a dozen layers between them, but he can feel the other man's burning heat, and he smiles once more, a flicker of sweetness. His nose nudges against Lan Xichen's cheek, mouths scant inches apart. )
Maybe that's you.