( He protests for the sake of it, dizzy with the sudden shifting of gravity. Lan Xichen is a steady, heavy weight against him and Wen Kexing grabs for him again, raking his nails down a well-muscled back, his own arching, throat exposed. )
You're too cocky.
( He isn't, or at least, Lan Xichen the skills to back it up, pounding his hips with a steady rhythm that has Wen Kexing jolting with each thrust. There's something about him that has his nerves all sizzling, blood rushing inside of his body, breathing frantic. Lan Xichen is like every good meal, or strong drink, he sits inside with molten warmth, and it's so much, it's too much, breaking forth more panting, desperate demands. ) Fuck, harder.
( He is close. He could come from this, he thinks. It makes him lean up, catch the other man's mouth in a biting kiss, overwhelmed. )
[ His words are a low rumble beside Wen Kexing's ear as Xichen fucks him harder as requested, making the expensive bed creak. He adores him, kissing all over his already-marked neck as that tight hole clenches so obediently around his cock, trying to milk him into coming too: but not yet.
He bends Wen Kexing's leg higher, splays it to the side to allow Xichen's cock to drive further into that ass and make Wen Kexing bulge at the navel, a satisfied growl melting by his much-abused ear. ]
( He's clever enough, even now fucked out of his mind, to notice that Lan Xichen keeps returning to certain things with earnest enjoyment. The way his own cock fills Wen Kexing seems to be a point of significant interest, and so he makes a point to squirm, hole clenching hard. His hands shift restlessly, over his shoulders, down his arms, gripping and squeezing. )
You fill me up so well.
( He bites at his bottom lip, plush pink going white, frantic breathing raggedly muffled. )
Ah, sweet thing, you -. ( His cock twitches, pulses. ) Moving me like you want, fucking me like you want, you like it, don't you?
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( He protests for the sake of it, dizzy with the sudden shifting of gravity. Lan Xichen is a steady, heavy weight against him and Wen Kexing grabs for him again, raking his nails down a well-muscled back, his own arching, throat exposed. )
You're too cocky.
( He isn't, or at least, Lan Xichen the skills to back it up, pounding his hips with a steady rhythm that has Wen Kexing jolting with each thrust. There's something about him that has his nerves all sizzling, blood rushing inside of his body, breathing frantic. Lan Xichen is like every good meal, or strong drink, he sits inside with molten warmth, and it's so much, it's too much, breaking forth more panting, desperate demands. ) Fuck, harder.
( He is close. He could come from this, he thinks. It makes him lean up, catch the other man's mouth in a biting kiss, overwhelmed. )
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[ His words are a low rumble beside Wen Kexing's ear as Xichen fucks him harder as requested, making the expensive bed creak. He adores him, kissing all over his already-marked neck as that tight hole clenches so obediently around his cock, trying to milk him into coming too: but not yet.
He bends Wen Kexing's leg higher, splays it to the side to allow Xichen's cock to drive further into that ass and make Wen Kexing bulge at the navel, a satisfied growl melting by his much-abused ear. ]
Always such a good boy for me in this bed ...
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You fill me up so well.
( He bites at his bottom lip, plush pink going white, frantic breathing raggedly muffled. )
Ah, sweet thing, you -. ( His cock twitches, pulses. ) Moving me like you want, fucking me like you want, you like it, don't you?