[ Whenever Wen Kexing runs out of words that's when Xichen likes to observe him best, at least in between the moments of startling pleasure that he suffers while holding out on his own orgasm. He makes sure Wen Kexing gets there first, devoted to nothing but riding him, then allows himself to slam in and hold him close as he spills inside, a choked series of groans filling the otherwise peaceful air ...
The first thing he does when he isn't so focused on grinding the last of those electric shockwaves into Wen Kexing is lick his chin clean, then his throat, breathless laughter against pink skin as he realises how hard the other man came; the water washes off most of it but some of that come drips off his own chest too, accidentally marked by his demanding lover.
Then his arms are around him and he walks them back to the shore, putting his own back against a new patch of refreshing snow so he can sit there and let them stew in their own exhausted lust, petting Wen Kexing's flanks and sides. ]
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The first thing he does when he isn't so focused on grinding the last of those electric shockwaves into Wen Kexing is lick his chin clean, then his throat, breathless laughter against pink skin as he realises how hard the other man came; the water washes off most of it but some of that come drips off his own chest too, accidentally marked by his demanding lover.
Then his arms are around him and he walks them back to the shore, putting his own back against a new patch of refreshing snow so he can sit there and let them stew in their own exhausted lust, petting Wen Kexing's flanks and sides. ]