[ Xichen's palms are sweaty where he rubs them inside the silk pockets of the long wool coat he wears upon entering the building, long hair down over his shoulders and flecked in snowflakes. He stamps on the carpet to rid himself of the sludge and greets the doorman cheerfully, nerves jangling unseen in his throat as he makes his way not to the elevator toward his apartment but to the ground-floor bar open to the public, a suave affair in dark wood and low lighting, wondering all the way if he has actually made a huge mistake. Nie Mingjue was insistent about the practicality of the idea. You haven't slept with anyone in seven years, it's time to move on from that little shithead. True, of course. He's had a horrid time getting over Jin Guangyao but Da-ge was right: Xichen does have needs, needs that are near to snapping after he got hard watching a (hardly) spicy sex scene at his best friend's house (and subsequently wanted to die of embarrassment). He could not refuse the myriad options Da-ge looked up on his laptop, efficient and unflustered in a bid to help, of attractive women and men ... and their listed rates.
Escorts, in a word. Hookers, by an unkinder one, but all from very high-profile companies as Da-ge pointed out.
They'll be discreet, don't worry. At worst you can tell them to leave whenever you want.
The only problem is, Xichen left all of the arrangements to his friend out of sheer humiliation and now has no idea which person he's supposed to be waiting for or receiving at the bar, going off the simplest description available of "Tall, pretty, and wearing red", which he supposes is Da-ge's way of trying to inspire some mystery. All it does, without his little brother's artful touch, is leave Xichen utterly perplexed as he looks around the bar, hoping no one has come.
A single man sitting alone wears a red shirt and Xichen feels his heart leap in his throat as he catches sight of a very pretty profile, silently sending Da-ge a round of mental thanks (and privately impressed the other man knows him this well). Swallowing his nerves, he makes his approach and clears his throat, emboldened by the idea of such a lovely creature being all his for the evening. ]
Another round for the young gentleman and I'll have a sazerac.
[ His gaze cuts sideways to the stranger, a soft smile in place as Xichen gives him a polite nod. ]
( Technically, Wen Kexing is here on business, if you'd call plotting the political demise of a nemesis business. Partial business, only because he so desperately wants Zhao Jing to suffer brutally before he dies, and what better way to do that than to get closer. He'd heard through more underhanded associates that bars like this were the perfect place for the older man to come, his unnerving habit of picking up young, pretty men a loudly spoken secret in the circles he ran. And so Wen Kexing had made an effort, tight leather trousers that accentuated his long legs, a silk shirt barely buttoned flashing off pale, creamy skin, the shape of his collarbone, jewellery that caressed the hollow of his throat, a hint of lipstick, of smudged eyeliner, grungy, but still somehow classy, rich but dangerous. Oh, he'd had no interest in picking up the bastard, but if he looked nice enough then maybe he could find a way in, and that had been a worthwhile endeavour.
Except, there was no sign of hide nor hair of the man, and Wen Kexing's drink had become more ice than liquor by the time he's interrupted. His irritation sits sharp in his throat, bitter like acid, threatening to snap.
And so he's about to send the interloper packing when he pauses, taking a moment to get a proper look at the man beside him. Oh, Wen Kexing thinks foolishly, not a total waste of time then. A dark gaze sweeps down over the tall, built figure smiling prettily his way, down and then up, and then back down again in a slow, greedy drag of eyes. Eventually he swallows, smile turning sly, moving to cross his leg at the knee, rest his elbow upon it and then his chin on his palm, all lazy, easy movement. )
Don't worry.
( His voice is warm, amused, all but a purr of sound. )
[ The way he's looked up and down, all but scanned and verified as an appropriate customer, has his ears burning pink and a short glance returning the same. He likes his voice, sing-song and light. ]
I hope I didn't keep you waiting. Please, have a drink on me as an apology.
[ He leans sideways on the bar and sips his own, gaze lingering on the pretty escort who seems as clever as he is comely. ]
( Keep him waiting, he means, but makes no further attempt to clarify beyond the sparkling amusement on his face as he takes his new drink. It's a little better now he's not the one paying for the overpriced monstrosity, Wen Kexing stopping to toy with the cocktail stick in the glass, still giving the other man a look that could be construed as quite scandalous in any other situation.
It's been a while since he had anything to play with, after all. Flirting with someone who absolutely has him mistaken for somebody else might cheer him up. )
Wen. Wen Kexing, but you could call me anything you'd like.
( Cheeky. ) What should I call you in return, handsome?
[ Curious. Maybe Wen Kexing is going for a more natural sort of meeting without admitting he already knows Xichen's name. ]
Lan Xichen. [ And after a beat, ] Huan.
[ It would be nice, he thinks, to be called his given name in ... certain scenarios. Amusement dances in his eyes as he drinks in the flirting, arching a brow as he navigates his own manners and tries not to come off like a creep who ordered sex as if from a menu of people. Which he did, sort of. ]
Would you like to eat dinner before we head to my place? I don't mind.
( Ever pushing his luck. But it seems like he's not the only one, the corner of his mouth twitching up at the offer. He's not particularly hungry, but he also doesn't know exactly what going to Lan Xichen's place might mean. Is this a business venture? A date? A hookup? He knows which one he'd much rather prefer, but it isn't like he couldn't excuse himself with little embarassment if it turned out to be the former. )
Are you hungry? For ah, food I mean?
( Sweet, like he's not devouring Lan Xichen with his eyes, leaning into his space in a way that has the shirt gaping, long necklace disappearing into the depths. )
[ That red shirt may as well not exist, it's barely doing its job. Xichen's attention has to switch up from the splay of pale skin beneath, landing on those cute lips with an enticing smile playing over them. He can't help smiling in return, shaking his head. ]
From the moment I saw you, I've thought of nothing but how beautiful you are.
[ It's very (daring!) forward, but he reaches up to brush a lock of Wen Kexing's hair behind an ear, lingering the touch there. ]
But if you want something to feel more comfortable, you have only to ask.
( A hook-up then. Wen Kexing spares a thought to whomever Lan Xichen had initially intended on meeting. If he doesn't recognise him they must not be close. And while going home with a stranger is something he has absolutely drilled other people against, he finds himself more than a little eager. Besides, despite how well defined Lan Xichen looks under his coat, Wen Kexing is sure he could take him were he to turn out to be a freak. He wouldn't even need a weapon. )
Oh, I'm fine.
( Easy, his smile going a little more soft, sweet, at the toying of his hair. Lan Xichen is very earnest for a man meeting a stranger to fuck. And so without thinking more he reaches for his drink to down it, revelling in the bitterness as it goes. Then he's rising to his feet, fingers reaching out to smooth an imaginary crease from Lan Xichen's coat, touch lingering a beat too long. ) I'd very much like to go to yours, gege.
[ There has never, in his entire life, been a period when anyone seriously called him Gege, not even Wangji used it as a child, he always preferred Xiongzhang. So it's not Xichen's fault when it has an effect and he stares for a moment too long, self-discipline alone the only reason he offers him a crooked arm and doesn't grab Wen Kexing by the hand. ]
I hope you like heights, [ he makes conversation on the way to the elevator, ] we're on the top floor.
[ He has to somehow stop himself from pushing this adorably cute creature into the wall before then, unable to look away for long as he openly admires what he sees. ]
( Oh, so he's fancy-fancy. Wen Kexing only smiles, leaning against Lan Xichen's curved arm as they wait. It's very hard not to keep sneaking glances at him, something curious and secretly pleased about it. Oh, he's very much still aware of the things going on around him, the rushing of feet as someone hurries by, muttering about their lateness, the way the concierge absolutely avoids looking at them in a way that feels pointed, the heat between them. None of it really matters, not when Wen Kexing pulls him into the elevator. Well, the heat matters.
Which is why he steps very close as the door slides shut, expression guileless. )
I'm not. Scared, that is. I could pretend if it helps.
[ It feels like his skin is vibrating off his bones in a bid to get closer, wrapping an arm around Wen Kexing as he sidles in and bringing a hand up to cup his jaw. Xichen very badly wants to kiss him but there are cameras in the elevator and he doesn't want to risk a tape turning up on the internet before morning. ]
Don't pretend. I want you to enjoy yourself, I mean it. Although, [ his voice lowers so the camera above can't pick it up on speakers, ] I do plan on distracting you from the view, since mine is much better.
( He holds his hands behind his back, always moving, something playful in it. He doesn't step back at any point, preferring to stick close, enjoying the way their clothes brush as they breath, the feeling of each exhale on his skin. )
I've been very lucky. My day was boring before you showed up.
( He hopes the forwardness is sign enough that his night will be good, but even if the man is boring in bed he is handsome. Wen Kexing can work with that. )
Then I'm glad to have made it even a little better.
[ The paycheck is enough to cheer anyone up, he supposes, not saying what he's thinking. ]
Do you have any preferences as to how you would like the night to proceed? [ That sounds so formal, he hates himself. Xichen rephrases with a self-deprecating chuckle, ] What I mean is, I don't ... remember them. Please remind me.
[ He didn't even check what Wen Kexing looked like, let alone trawl his profile of permissions in bed. ]
I won't make you do anything you don't like, rest assured.
[ It's so embarrassing needing to say these things yet he can't let them go unsaid, not when the elevator is pinging and the doors open onto the short corridor before his apartment, requiring a card-key from his pocket and passcode that he punches in hidden behind his coat. It's like the most casual abduction in history. ]
( So it's that kind of hook-up. Wen Kexing sweeps a curious gaze over him again, thoughtful, trailing behind him as he happily talks as if this is all very normal and he follows buttoned-up kinksters home all the time. Maybe he does. )
I have very few limits, sweet thing. But mm, you seem like a boy who requires strict parameters, so. No knifeplay, no bodily fluids beyond spit and cum, I won't call you daddy no matter how pretty you are, parent play doesn't amuse me, and no humiliation. If you want me to hit you it will be open palmed only. ( Spanking and not a beating. ) Anything else and I'm flexible.
( Boldly, he brushes past Lan Xichen, slipping into the dark apartment with a slide of his hand over the other man's chest. ) Would you like to see just how flexible I can be?
[ His ears may be on fire but he appreciates the stark honesty. He won't forget any of it in a hurry, that's for sure. ]
In a while, there's no rush.
[ He captures that wrist and drops a peck on its inside where the skin is softest, draping it on his own shoulder as he leans in for a kiss. The way he runs a hand up Wen Kexing's back to encourage him closer isn't overly forceful, more like a returning lover as he seeks out the heat of his mouth in a bid to get to know him, his taste and breath suddenly all Xichen cares about. ]
Which is why Wen Kexing lets himself be pulled in, winding his hands together behind Lan Xichen's head, pressing the line of his body more firmly against the other man. His trousers are tight enough that the fact he's half-hard out of interest alone is obvious, and he's not shy about it. In the dark his impish smile flashes wide, the white of his teeth glistening. )
Isn't there?
( He noses at Lan Xichen's cheek, pressing the lightest of kisses against the corner of his mouth, ever so playful. )
Did you bring me up here just to tease, Huan-ge? That wasn't very nice of you.
I promise I'll be much nicer very soon, sweetheart.
[ He tugs him out red shirt-tails to palm his way up a waist, the coolness of his hand seeking out all the heat on that lithe body as Xichen finally kisses him the way he wants to, licking his way past pretty lips in a hot stripe. Not holding back anymore, it's pure indulgence to ravage that witty mouth in biting kisses that turn soft and sweet whenever he senses a fuss might be coming, steering Wen Kexing through the apartment into a pitch black room where Xichen only breaks the kiss for a moment to murmur, ]
Lights, twenty-percent.
[ Then his kisses are travelling down a jaw and the master bedroom is on show, all deep blues and two entire walls made out of glass around the low, plush bed, a skyline of flickering amber lights stretching around them like fireflies below a mountain. ]
( He has nice hands, warm, broad, slightly calloused in a way that Wen Kexing can't exactly place. They solicit a shiver either way, a rolling shudder all the way down his spine, toes curling in his boots as he opens up for the kiss, his own grip going to seize Lan Xichen by his coat. It's easy to let himself be steered, somehow too easy, led by the heat of the other man's mouth and his dick's helpless insistence that he be close either way. He has a half an idea of the layout, at least, biting against that blush, pretty bottom lip.
The room could be on fire, for all he cares. )
I'll look later.
( Muffled, against his mouth, Wen Kexing's hands underneath the coat to shove it off, his greedy palms sliding down Lan Xichen's chest. There's a laugh in his voice, fingers squeezing his side. ) Do you work out? You feel like you work out.
[ Every day is arms-day when you're a Lan. He shrugs off his coat and unbuttons his shirt to prove it, long dark hair spilling over his shoulders as he leans in with a smile to buff a playful kiss on a cheek. The coat didn't lie, he's broad and pale and looks like he might live in a gym whenever he isn't in a suit, tapering to a narrow waist and abs. Ridiclous. ]
You're so ... lovely.
[ His hands roam, petting heavily down between Wen Kexing's legs to feel him getting hard (a mirror to his own current state) and tugging that red shirt out of the way with a hint of impatience. ]
( He'd make some comment about being called lovely any other time, for now he's too busy trying to map every inch of Lan Xichen's torso between his broad hands. He's greedy for it, nails running a light line down his abs even as Lan Xichen tucks his shirt tails free. A laugh, and Wen Kexing is yanking the last buttons open ( as few as they may have been ) slipping the whole thing off his shoulders. His jewellery and his teeth flash before he's lunging closer again, kissing Lan Xichen with all the feral energy of a man starved. )
You're so big.
( Wen Kexing himself is not tiny by comparison. There's maybe an inch difference in height if he squints, and he's well muscled too. He's just not built like a brick shithouse, more suited to the lithe means of escape than anything else. It shouldn't make his mouth water, it shouldn't even work for him, but somehow it's like his brain has pulled a full 180 and big, eager men are now his thing. Maybe he's just very, very horny.
Still, he grins as he slides a hand across the front of Lan Xichen's ever growing bulge, the rich fabric doing nothing to hide what he might be packing. )
[ Broad hands run up and down Wen Kexing's back, kneading their way as they go to help him relax and trust the new touch. He could eat his kisses forever, he idly fancies, humming as he's stroked through his pants; definitely filling out in size. ]
That's not a problem, is it?
[ He mirrors the caress down the front of Wen Kexing's leathers, his grip a little more terse as he peers down at him and purrs, hand pawing at soft buttery fabric that molds to a cock, taking charge, ]
( He rocks into that touch, eyelashes fluttering helplessly. Lan Xichen is more surprising than Wen Kexing had accounted for, sweetly shy one minute and then commanding the next. He shouldn't exactly be shocked by it, the man did pick him up at a bar and take him to his apartment within the space of a thought, but still. It's different.
It's nice. )
Mm. You want to fuck me?
( He doesn't, usually. He has his preferences. But he lets his gaze sweep over Lan Xichen with a badly disguised hunger, before he moves, shoving the other man back against the mattress and climbing on top of him, moving with feline grace. )
Let me see what I'm working with then, sweetheart.
[ Those fluttering lashes have a terribly controlling effect on Xichen's dick, which twitches at the sight of Wen Kexing enjoying himself. Giving a nod (of course he wants to fuck him, the man looks like he's made of sex whether in or out of that red shirt) Xichen maps out Wen Kexing's naked skin and gently tweaks a nipple once he's sprawled atop Xichen on the bed. ]
Do you like it, being taken?
[ He's already jealous of the countless nameless customers imagined in his head. Absent-mindedly, he unzips his trousers and guides a hand to his black boxers beneath, expensive silk sliding around a hard, hot length. ]
( A breathless curse, Wen Kexing's eyes sparkling with want. )
Ah, it's not my usual preference, but I could make an exception for you. ( It's the vulnerability of it, the way he'd be exposed. One doesn't survive as long as Wen Kexing has with letting his guard down. Even now he's half aware that Lan Xichen could be something more, a spy, an assassin, something sweetly tempting but still poisonous. Easily, Wen Kexing strokes his cock through his underwear, letting the thought sit even as he feels his own cock twitch in interest. )
Or maybe not, you're massive.
( It's playful, but not exactly lip service. Lan Xichen is big. ) Take your pants off, let me see.
[ He's overly conscious of how greedy Wen Kexing is for his cock and it's both an ego-boost and a mild worry. So much so that Xichen leans up on a bent arm to brush back the other man's hair and cup the back of his head, guiding him into a flirty kiss with no shortage of tongue. Still, he ends it by admitting what's on his mind, trying not to think with his dick as it throbs under eager caresses. ]
It's been some years since I broke up with my fiance, I might be ... [ He shrugs, a chagrined chuckle causing him to blush as he looks at Wen Kexing, gorgeous and bold and beautiful. ] If I mis-step at all tonight, please tell me.
[ The self-consciousness is another reason he hasn't dated in years. Time dragged on and on, until Xichen no longer knew how to play the dating scene at all, but this ... this should be easy. It's sex with no strings, what could go wrong? Ah. ]
My ex ... couldn't always take me. All of me. Don't force yourself, [ his fingers play at the nape of all that long hair, petting, ] you're already a vision to me.
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Escorts, in a word. Hookers, by an unkinder one, but all from very high-profile companies as Da-ge pointed out.
They'll be discreet, don't worry. At worst you can tell them to leave whenever you want.
The only problem is, Xichen left all of the arrangements to his friend out of sheer humiliation and now has no idea which person he's supposed to be waiting for or receiving at the bar, going off the simplest description available of "Tall, pretty, and wearing red", which he supposes is Da-ge's way of trying to inspire some mystery. All it does, without his little brother's artful touch, is leave Xichen utterly perplexed as he looks around the bar, hoping no one has come.
A single man sitting alone wears a red shirt and Xichen feels his heart leap in his throat as he catches sight of a very pretty profile, silently sending Da-ge a round of mental thanks (and privately impressed the other man knows him this well). Swallowing his nerves, he makes his approach and clears his throat, emboldened by the idea of such a lovely creature being all his for the evening. ]
Another round for the young gentleman and I'll have a sazerac.
[ His gaze cuts sideways to the stranger, a soft smile in place as Xichen gives him a polite nod. ]
Pardon my forwardness.
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Except, there was no sign of hide nor hair of the man, and Wen Kexing's drink had become more ice than liquor by the time he's interrupted. His irritation sits sharp in his throat, bitter like acid, threatening to snap.
And so he's about to send the interloper packing when he pauses, taking a moment to get a proper look at the man beside him. Oh, Wen Kexing thinks foolishly, not a total waste of time then. A dark gaze sweeps down over the tall, built figure smiling prettily his way, down and then up, and then back down again in a slow, greedy drag of eyes. Eventually he swallows, smile turning sly, moving to cross his leg at the knee, rest his elbow upon it and then his chin on his palm, all lazy, easy movement. )
Don't worry.
( His voice is warm, amused, all but a purr of sound. )
You can be as forward as you like.
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I hope I didn't keep you waiting. Please, have a drink on me as an apology.
[ He leans sideways on the bar and sips his own, gaze lingering on the pretty escort who seems as clever as he is comely. ]
What's your name?
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( Keep him waiting, he means, but makes no further attempt to clarify beyond the sparkling amusement on his face as he takes his new drink. It's a little better now he's not the one paying for the overpriced monstrosity, Wen Kexing stopping to toy with the cocktail stick in the glass, still giving the other man a look that could be construed as quite scandalous in any other situation.
It's been a while since he had anything to play with, after all. Flirting with someone who absolutely has him mistaken for somebody else might cheer him up. )
Wen. Wen Kexing, but you could call me anything you'd like.
( Cheeky. ) What should I call you in return, handsome?
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Lan Xichen. [ And after a beat, ] Huan.
[ It would be nice, he thinks, to be called his given name in ... certain scenarios. Amusement dances in his eyes as he drinks in the flirting, arching a brow as he navigates his own manners and tries not to come off like a creep who ordered sex as if from a menu of people. Which he did, sort of. ]
Would you like to eat dinner before we head to my place? I don't mind.
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( Ever pushing his luck. But it seems like he's not the only one, the corner of his mouth twitching up at the offer. He's not particularly hungry, but he also doesn't know exactly what going to Lan Xichen's place might mean. Is this a business venture? A date? A hookup? He knows which one he'd much rather prefer, but it isn't like he couldn't excuse himself with little embarassment if it turned out to be the former. )
Are you hungry? For ah, food I mean?
( Sweet, like he's not devouring Lan Xichen with his eyes, leaning into his space in a way that has the shirt gaping, long necklace disappearing into the depths. )
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From the moment I saw you, I've thought of nothing but how beautiful you are.
[ It's very (daring!) forward, but he reaches up to brush a lock of Wen Kexing's hair behind an ear, lingering the touch there. ]
But if you want something to feel more comfortable, you have only to ask.
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Oh, I'm fine.
( Easy, his smile going a little more soft, sweet, at the toying of his hair. Lan Xichen is very earnest for a man meeting a stranger to fuck. And so without thinking more he reaches for his drink to down it, revelling in the bitterness as it goes. Then he's rising to his feet, fingers reaching out to smooth an imaginary crease from Lan Xichen's coat, touch lingering a beat too long. ) I'd very much like to go to yours, gege.
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I hope you like heights, [ he makes conversation on the way to the elevator, ] we're on the top floor.
[ He has to somehow stop himself from pushing this adorably cute creature into the wall before then, unable to look away for long as he openly admires what he sees. ]
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( Oh, so he's fancy-fancy. Wen Kexing only smiles, leaning against Lan Xichen's curved arm as they wait. It's very hard not to keep sneaking glances at him, something curious and secretly pleased about it. Oh, he's very much still aware of the things going on around him, the rushing of feet as someone hurries by, muttering about their lateness, the way the concierge absolutely avoids looking at them in a way that feels pointed, the heat between them. None of it really matters, not when Wen Kexing pulls him into the elevator. Well, the heat matters.
Which is why he steps very close as the door slides shut, expression guileless. )
I'm not. Scared, that is. I could pretend if it helps.
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Don't pretend. I want you to enjoy yourself, I mean it. Although, [ his voice lowers so the camera above can't pick it up on speakers, ] I do plan on distracting you from the view, since mine is much better.
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( He holds his hands behind his back, always moving, something playful in it. He doesn't step back at any point, preferring to stick close, enjoying the way their clothes brush as they breath, the feeling of each exhale on his skin. )
I've been very lucky. My day was boring before you showed up.
( He hopes the forwardness is sign enough that his night will be good, but even if the man is boring in bed he is handsome. Wen Kexing can work with that. )
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[ The paycheck is enough to cheer anyone up, he supposes, not saying what he's thinking. ]
Do you have any preferences as to how you would like the night to proceed? [ That sounds so formal, he hates himself. Xichen rephrases with a self-deprecating chuckle, ] What I mean is, I don't ... remember them. Please remind me.
[ He didn't even check what Wen Kexing looked like, let alone trawl his profile of permissions in bed. ]
I won't make you do anything you don't like, rest assured.
[ It's so embarrassing needing to say these things yet he can't let them go unsaid, not when the elevator is pinging and the doors open onto the short corridor before his apartment, requiring a card-key from his pocket and passcode that he punches in hidden behind his coat. It's like the most casual abduction in history. ]
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I have very few limits, sweet thing. But mm, you seem like a boy who requires strict parameters, so. No knifeplay, no bodily fluids beyond spit and cum, I won't call you daddy no matter how pretty you are, parent play doesn't amuse me, and no humiliation. If you want me to hit you it will be open palmed only. ( Spanking and not a beating. ) Anything else and I'm flexible.
( Boldly, he brushes past Lan Xichen, slipping into the dark apartment with a slide of his hand over the other man's chest. ) Would you like to see just how flexible I can be?
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In a while, there's no rush.
[ He captures that wrist and drops a peck on its inside where the skin is softest, draping it on his own shoulder as he leans in for a kiss. The way he runs a hand up Wen Kexing's back to encourage him closer isn't overly forceful, more like a returning lover as he seeks out the heat of his mouth in a bid to get to know him, his taste and breath suddenly all Xichen cares about. ]
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Which is why Wen Kexing lets himself be pulled in, winding his hands together behind Lan Xichen's head, pressing the line of his body more firmly against the other man. His trousers are tight enough that the fact he's half-hard out of interest alone is obvious, and he's not shy about it. In the dark his impish smile flashes wide, the white of his teeth glistening. )
Isn't there?
( He noses at Lan Xichen's cheek, pressing the lightest of kisses against the corner of his mouth, ever so playful. )
Did you bring me up here just to tease, Huan-ge? That wasn't very nice of you.
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[ He tugs him out red shirt-tails to palm his way up a waist, the coolness of his hand seeking out all the heat on that lithe body as Xichen finally kisses him the way he wants to, licking his way past pretty lips in a hot stripe. Not holding back anymore, it's pure indulgence to ravage that witty mouth in biting kisses that turn soft and sweet whenever he senses a fuss might be coming, steering Wen Kexing through the apartment into a pitch black room where Xichen only breaks the kiss for a moment to murmur, ]
Lights, twenty-percent.
[ Then his kisses are travelling down a jaw and the master bedroom is on show, all deep blues and two entire walls made out of glass around the low, plush bed, a skyline of flickering amber lights stretching around them like fireflies below a mountain. ]
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The room could be on fire, for all he cares. )
I'll look later.
( Muffled, against his mouth, Wen Kexing's hands underneath the coat to shove it off, his greedy palms sliding down Lan Xichen's chest. There's a laugh in his voice, fingers squeezing his side. ) Do you work out? You feel like you work out.
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[ Every day is arms-day when you're a Lan. He shrugs off his coat and unbuttons his shirt to prove it, long dark hair spilling over his shoulders as he leans in with a smile to buff a playful kiss on a cheek. The coat didn't lie, he's broad and pale and looks like he might live in a gym whenever he isn't in a suit, tapering to a narrow waist and abs. Ridiclous. ]
You're so ... lovely.
[ His hands roam, petting heavily down between Wen Kexing's legs to feel him getting hard (a mirror to his own current state) and tugging that red shirt out of the way with a hint of impatience. ]
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You're so big.
( Wen Kexing himself is not tiny by comparison. There's maybe an inch difference in height if he squints, and he's well muscled too. He's just not built like a brick shithouse, more suited to the lithe means of escape than anything else. It shouldn't make his mouth water, it shouldn't even work for him, but somehow it's like his brain has pulled a full 180 and big, eager men are now his thing. Maybe he's just very, very horny.
Still, he grins as he slides a hand across the front of Lan Xichen's ever growing bulge, the rich fabric doing nothing to hide what he might be packing. )
Are you big here too, mm? It feels like it.
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That's not a problem, is it?
[ He mirrors the caress down the front of Wen Kexing's leathers, his grip a little more terse as he peers down at him and purrs, hand pawing at soft buttery fabric that molds to a cock, taking charge, ]
Like I said: lovely.
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It's nice. )
Mm. You want to fuck me?
( He doesn't, usually. He has his preferences. But he lets his gaze sweep over Lan Xichen with a badly disguised hunger, before he moves, shoving the other man back against the mattress and climbing on top of him, moving with feline grace. )
Let me see what I'm working with then, sweetheart.
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Do you like it, being taken?
[ He's already jealous of the countless nameless customers imagined in his head. Absent-mindedly, he unzips his trousers and guides a hand to his black boxers beneath, expensive silk sliding around a hard, hot length. ]
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( A breathless curse, Wen Kexing's eyes sparkling with want. )
Ah, it's not my usual preference, but I could make an exception for you. ( It's the vulnerability of it, the way he'd be exposed. One doesn't survive as long as Wen Kexing has with letting his guard down. Even now he's half aware that Lan Xichen could be something more, a spy, an assassin, something sweetly tempting but still poisonous. Easily, Wen Kexing strokes his cock through his underwear, letting the thought sit even as he feels his own cock twitch in interest. )
Or maybe not, you're massive.
( It's playful, but not exactly lip service. Lan Xichen is big. ) Take your pants off, let me see.
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It's been some years since I broke up with my fiance, I might be ... [ He shrugs, a chagrined chuckle causing him to blush as he looks at Wen Kexing, gorgeous and bold and beautiful. ] If I mis-step at all tonight, please tell me.
[ The self-consciousness is another reason he hasn't dated in years. Time dragged on and on, until Xichen no longer knew how to play the dating scene at all, but this ... this should be easy. It's sex with no strings, what could go wrong? Ah. ]
My ex ... couldn't always take me. All of me. Don't force yourself, [ his fingers play at the nape of all that long hair, petting, ] you're already a vision to me.
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