( He has to dig a palm into the grass to steady himself, his fingers pressing into cold, frosty earth. The other is wrapped around Lan Xichen's neck, underneath the black fall of his hair, desperately clinging. He wonders which imprint will last longer, skin or ground, finds himself almost eager to leave something more lingering. It's hard to think though, with Lan Xichen groaning sweet nothings against his throat, pulse jumping underneath his lips, his cock a persistent exquisite pleasure deep inside Wen Kexing's greedy body.
He whines without thinking, something mindless in it, the animal part of himself given way to pleasure. If someone were to stumble too close to the cold springs there would be no mistaking what was happening, the water sloshing rhythmically, the sound of two men's desperate breathing, the wet slap of fucking bodies. He has to screw his eyes closed tight for a second, vision sparking against the black, overcome with it. )
How are you so good? It's too much. ( It isn't, it's very good, Wen Kexing whining for the sake of it, his mouth twisting with clumsy arousal. ) Fuck.
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He whines without thinking, something mindless in it, the animal part of himself given way to pleasure. If someone were to stumble too close to the cold springs there would be no mistaking what was happening, the water sloshing rhythmically, the sound of two men's desperate breathing, the wet slap of fucking bodies. He has to screw his eyes closed tight for a second, vision sparking against the black, overcome with it. )
How are you so good? It's too much. ( It isn't, it's very good, Wen Kexing whining for the sake of it, his mouth twisting with clumsy arousal. ) Fuck.