( There had been a plan, Wen Kexing had been set upon it. Seducing Lan Xichen with his charm, yes, but remaining aloof about it while he did so. He'd been desperate to reclaim some of his ... dignity? No, not that. Something though, the shreds of his ironclad control over himself, perhaps. It's summarily tossed out the minute he's pulled into the other man's arms, that warm mouth kissing him, murmuring the kind of sweet nothings that Wen Kexing doesn't want ... shouldn't want.
He closes his eyes against the onslaught, shuddering awful at the endearment, flush rushing to life beneath his skin. )
Maybe I'll commission a jade replica. Fuck myself with it.
( It's an almost appealing idea. But he has the horrible suspicion that it still wouldn't be the same. His hips stutter, torn between directions, wet hands sliding over Lan Xichen's shoulders and then down, pawing at the muscle of his chest. Wen Kexing hums, greedy as his hands fan out, thumbing one nipple sweetly. Then, impish. )
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He closes his eyes against the onslaught, shuddering awful at the endearment, flush rushing to life beneath his skin. )
Maybe I'll commission a jade replica. Fuck myself with it.
( It's an almost appealing idea. But he has the horrible suspicion that it still wouldn't be the same. His hips stutter, torn between directions, wet hands sliding over Lan Xichen's shoulders and then down, pawing at the muscle of his chest. Wen Kexing hums, greedy as his hands fan out, thumbing one nipple sweetly. Then, impish. )
Aiya, but you'll do for now.