( Wen Kexing splutters in response, half angry, half overcome with pure unbridled lust. It shouldn't be working on him, it shouldn't, he has done everything he can do to sharpen all of his edges, so much so that the danger in him should only ever be a breath away from the surface. In all seriousness, it should amuse him, that Lan Xichen is so fooled by the gentlemanly veneer he's put on. But no, the words make something go tight and furiously hot inside of him, and he buries his face in the other man's shoulder with a barely concealed whine. )

He was boring. ( It's out of Wen Kexing's mouth before he can stop it, a fine tremor running through his body. His foot slips a little under the water, before he hitches his leg higher around Lan Xichen's side, the heel digging in just above the swell of his ass. ) It didn't feel boring when I would fuck him, or maybe he just knew how to act better. ( A bitten off gasp at the press of Lan Xichen's fingers, his vision sparking behind his eyelids. And then, almost a whine, definitely a complaint. ) It wasn't good, I didn't come. D-do you know how many men I've bedded and I've never - fuck - never had an issue and then there's you and now I can't, I want --.

( His hips are moving helplessly, the water splashing around them as he rocks against Lan Xichen's touch. He mouths at the shape of his shoulder, drags the wet bruised shape of his own along pale skin and then up, to his throat again, Wen Kexing not quite looking at him. )

I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. I want to feel it.