[ The groan that Wen Kexing pulls out of him by bouncing on his cock is unlike any noise Xichen makes in the rest of Cloud Recesses, turning his head with parted lips as that thumb presses over his tongue, panting against it. He grabs him by the hips and pins him to the snowy bank, frost melting into springy green grass from the heat of their bodies, and fucks him hard the way he has wanted to his nightly musings for months, using that slight resistance as a challenge to fill up that greedy hole. He can feel him bearing down and it's exquisite, the tight clutch of his lover wringing around his cock as it slams home over and over, tidal waves crashing against the shore behind Wen Kexing's back as Xichen gathers him in for heated kisses, only wanting to drive into his lover and work out any lasting evidence of another man.
Abruptly, despite all his calm and reason, he hates the idea of anyone else's cock taking his place. Wen Kexing is his, his sweet, playful crush, who deserves to be adored and spoiled and railed when that cute horniness rears its head. All the griping and moaning means nothing during moments like this, because no matter how much Wen Kexing brays about not needing him it's so clear it's a lie.
Xichen drags his kisses down a jaw, voice hot with longing as he makes love to him. ]
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Abruptly, despite all his calm and reason, he hates the idea of anyone else's cock taking his place. Wen Kexing is his, his sweet, playful crush, who deserves to be adored and spoiled and railed when that cute horniness rears its head. All the griping and moaning means nothing during moments like this, because no matter how much Wen Kexing brays about not needing him it's so clear it's a lie.
Xichen drags his kisses down a jaw, voice hot with longing as he makes love to him. ]
Baobei, my sweet boy ...