( The whine this time is higher, more desperate, Lan Xichen's grip around the base of his cock an iron brand of repressing heat. Wen Kexing pants desperately, little repetitive ah's of sound, his whole body shuddering at the onslaught. He has to drop his hand to steady himself again, grass torn beneath his scrabbling, desperate fingers. )
Lan Xichen, Lan Huan, don't be mean. ( The begging makes him feel terribly overwhelmed, a molten flush swooping through his stomach with nowhere for it to be released. ) I'll do whatever you want. ( It might not be too bad, to have someone specific - someone specific he isn't paying - but Wen Kexing isn't thinking about that now. ) Whatever, just -. A-Huan, Huan-ge, be nice.
( If anything, the denial has made Wen Kexing more aroused, something he might have to examine later. Or more likely, bury his head in the sand about. For now he's too busy knowing how badly he is to coming if only Lan Xichen would let him. )
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Lan Xichen, Lan Huan, don't be mean. ( The begging makes him feel terribly overwhelmed, a molten flush swooping through his stomach with nowhere for it to be released. ) I'll do whatever you want. ( It might not be too bad, to have someone specific - someone specific he isn't paying - but Wen Kexing isn't thinking about that now. ) Whatever, just -. A-Huan, Huan-ge, be nice.
( If anything, the denial has made Wen Kexing more aroused, something he might have to examine later. Or more likely, bury his head in the sand about. For now he's too busy knowing how badly he is to coming if only Lan Xichen would let him. )