( Oh? Well, he can see the appeal of the spring now, the usual old sting soothed away by the chill of the water. He makes a noise regardless, leaning forward to give Lan Xichen better access, one hand sweeping down to his hip, the other arm around his neck. They're pressed close like this, and Wen Kexing wastes no time in biting along the sharp shape of Lan Xichen's jaw, light but like he can't quite help it. )

You weren't supposed to.

( There isn't any viciousness to Wen Kexing's words. It is what it is, and what happened between them was merely meant to be a nice time with a well-endowed boy. He doesn't do repeat performances, unless he's seeing someone paid to do what he says and not kill him over it. It was only ever meant to be a sweet memory. And yet here they are, fingers squeezing Lan Xichen's hip almost hard enough to bruise, his cock a hard brand between their stomachs, hole greedily clutching his finger. )

I'd let you watch. ( Breathless, tongue snaking out to drag against the line of Lan Xichen's pulse. And then the meanness creeps back in, his faux irritation at the other man's perceived slights colouring his voice. ) No, I'd make you. Ah. Tie you up and keep you there while I fucked myself on some imitation. It's what you deserve.