( Maybe they should fuck in the cold springs more often, if this is how easy it makes taking Lan Xichen's significant girth. Wen Kexing clutches at him, fingers digging into his shoulders as the other man pushes in, a slow, tight squeeze. He can't help but clench down, a muffled gasp falling from his own lips, cock twitching where it's pressed between them. It feels much more than he remembers too, filling him up obscenely, and Wen Kexing realises suddenly that there could be no comparison.
Lan Xichen's cock is handcrafted by the heavens, of course there couldn't be. )
Ah. ( But it's so good, there isn't a part of him that can't feel the shape of Lan Xichen inside him. Wen Kexing soothes a wet palm over a broad jaw, drawing his thumb over a plush lower lip, dipping it past his teeth to where an eager tongue laps against the skin. His hips move, restless, desperately, bouncing a little. ) Fuck, oh. You're perfect.
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Lan Xichen's cock is handcrafted by the heavens, of course there couldn't be. )
Ah. ( But it's so good, there isn't a part of him that can't feel the shape of Lan Xichen inside him. Wen Kexing soothes a wet palm over a broad jaw, drawing his thumb over a plush lower lip, dipping it past his teeth to where an eager tongue laps against the skin. His hips move, restless, desperately, bouncing a little. ) Fuck, oh. You're perfect.