( 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.
( He pauses, half in the other man's lap, cock still achingly visible beneath the oil slick of his trousers. But something crosses over his face, as much tenderness as he can afford a stranger, and then he takes a breath, slides a hand through Lan Xichen's hair carefully. )
We don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. You don't have to fuck me, if that upsets you. I am more than capable of handling the other way round. ( Oh, he could postulate more. But there's vulnerability in Lan Xichen that Wen Kexing doesn't want to push at. Of his many crimes, sexual coercion is not one of them. ) We can stop any time you like, mm? Now, in ten minutes, much later. If you're not happy, we can stop.
[ He sits up, wrapping an arm around Wen Kexing as he kisses him hard, nudging him back to the bed to invert their position. There's a darker heat in his voice when he refutes the idea of not having this beautiful man. ]
I want to fuck you.
[ Manners just demanded he say something first! That done, Xichen is keen to undo those leather trousers and sink his long fingers inside to wrap around that answering hardness, skin to skin. ]
( The sound is startled, Wen Kexing bucking up against that touch with something greedy unfurling inside of him. It's cute, the way Lan Xichen can go from unsure of himself one minute to having a raging fire beneath his skin the next, it's more than a little appealing. He'd thought himself sick of good boys, after all, but maybe --.
It's quick to stoke the burning want in Wen Kexing himself, either way. He kicks off his shoes and they fall to the floor with a thud, rolling his hips into Lan Xichen's palm. His own cock is nice, or so he thinks, he's never had any complaints, and like the rest of him, long, lean, with the habit of lounging a little to the left. It's nicely filled out now, and he hums, reaching for the other man and dragging him back in to Wen Kexing's biting kisses. )
You're so - ( Nipping at his bottom lip, something feral and gleeful in Wen Kexing's own gaze. ) Attractive. Who gave you the right?
[ That is a nice cock, Xichen is content to stroke it and admire its pink hue as he works up Wen Kexing while leathers are trapping him at the knee. His long fingers are smooth and strong, squeezing around the base to feel it throb now and then. ]
Rosy as haitang and sweet-smelling too. [ His thoughtful hum licks around the heat of that open mouth, sealing kiss after kiss with a pleased purr. ] Pretty boy.
[ Only once he's sure Wen Kexing is going to complain does he briefly pause his ministrations to yank off those tight trousers and lie down beside him to run a palm up a pale thigh, cupping him by the balls as a kiss once more steals those lips. ]
I will fuck you, [ it's a promise, however, ] after I'm done playing. Now, spread your legs for me.
( He feels suddenly half feral with want. Lan Xichen surely should not have the right to toy with him so, and yet Wen Kexing's leg is splaying half of it's own accord even as his hands are reaching out, desperately tugging him closer, teeth against his bottom lip with a breathy exhale. He wants to eat him, surprised by the bloom of lust that spreads through his body, focus on every inch they're touching. )
You're talking a big game. ( Voice gone low, rough with something akin to desperation. His hands drag greedy along the plains of Lan Xichen's back, nails digging in at the juncture below his shoulder blades. He wants him closer, wants to climb him somehow, wants the weight and the heat and that terribly pleasant smile. ) Don't disappoint me.
( Wen Kexing doesn't actually think he can, but the goading is natural, the same as the sharpness of his teeth. )
[ Tonight is a one-off, he tells himself, so there's no need to hold in his desire to serve this beautiful man as best he can or to hide how much he enjoys it. A pillow is slid under Wen Kexing's hips to lever his lower half obscenely for Xichen's benefit as he settles between them, getting positioned with a long leg draped over a shoulder, hot kisses burning their way down the inside.
He doesn't know a thing about Wen Kexing other than he's witty and very, very pretty, and for once Xichen is content with that. It makes adoring him all the easier, an out-pouring of affection boldly licking a hot path to the pink rim exposed so lewdly between those thighs, pushing inside without pause to fill that tight ass with wet, writhing heat for Wen Kexing to ride. Having not had a man in years, Xichen's approving moan melts into the soft skin and his chin digs into soft globes in his eagerness, splitting them with his thumbs to hold his pretty boy wide open, speared on a long tongue. ]
( His voice comes startled, surprised, the knee over Lan Xichen's shoulder tensing slightly. He hadn't expected the other man to bypass something so normal as a blowjob and head straight to sticking his tongue in Wen Kexing's ass, after all. They don't even know each other! He's fastidious in making sure he has a clean bill of health, and so at least he doesn't have to worry about that, but the surprise is hard to shake off. Lan Xichen helps though, eager mouth warm and wet, clever enough that Wen Kexing's hands fist in what feels like very expensive sheets, cock twitching against his stomach where he's leaking. )
Fuck. You like a challenge, don't you?
( He's certainly eager to please, and Wen Kexing can't help but dig his heel into his back, keeping him in place as he rocks desperately down onto his tongue. )
[ He uses his upper body strength to heft both thighs over his shoulders and kneels up with Wen Kexing's body lifted off the pillow, angled up for Xichen's benefit. He suffers the other man's weight like it's nothing, manhandling him so that only the shoulders of his lover rest on the bed. Smirking a little, he sinks a fond bite into the meat of an inner-thigh, kissing it better a moment later. ]
You seem rather easy to me, pretty thing.
[ There's no escape for Wen Kexing the next time Xichen's tongue plunges back into the tight heat of his ass, forcing him to take a flicking tongue that fucks him open at Xichen's leisure, the tension in his biceps and abs at odds with how unhurried he is eating him out as if someone told him no one had paid enough attention to his paid-for lover the last time he was bought. His hot breath cascades all over the most secret areas of the other man as he alternates sucking lightly at that cute pink pucker and splitting it open. ]
( He wants to argue, he really does. He is never easy, and yet the bite to his thigh has his leg kicking weakly and then Lan Xichen is occupying himself with eating Wen Kexing out like a champ and really, what else is he supposed to do beyond taking all he can give? He's pinned in place like a butterfly on a corkboard, squirming around like one too, arousal pooling low in his gut.
It's the audacity, it has to be, ramping up his want until he's panting like a bitch, knuckles gone white where they're buried before he unclenches, lifts one to press over his mouth. )
Fuck.
( Muffled behind his fingers, hips moving within their limited range. Lan Xichen is strong, Wen Kexing will give him that, holding him up like he's made of nothing. The other man could toss him around to his heart's content, and that really shouldn't have his cock twitching but it does, helpless, pooling precome against his stomach muscles. Wen Kexing hisses slightly, desperate, toes curling as he tries to press closer, his breath coming in little panted sounds. )
[ He keeps Wen Kexing on his proverbial toes (haha) by sinking biting kisses into the soft swell of his thighs, always lapping his way back to his entrance until it's puffy and swollen from being relentlessly played with, sucked and kissed, the ache in Xichen's jaw a testament to how diligent he's been eating him out. One last nip on the join of thigh-to-groin and he lowers that well-used body to the bed, shirking off the last of his own clothes as he lets Wen Kexing catch up on where he's been placed. ]
I said you were sweet and I stand by that.
[ Amused, Xichen pours a glass of water from the jug left on the bedside table there earlier (when he was overthinking things) for this express purpose. He takes a swig, wiping his mouth mostly clean to be polite than for any dislike of Wen Kexing's taste, and takes a bottle of lube from a drawer; he settles down beside him, pawing open those thighs again but this time close enough to nuzzle under an ear. ]
You must hear this all the time, but you're beautiful.
( He's flustered, face flushed, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Lan Xichen is a little like a hurricane and Wen Kexing, who'd assumed he had strong, solid foundations, can do nothing but be rocked by it. He grabs Lan Xichen's arm when he leans in, sweaty palms sliding against his muscles, squeezing. He wants to keep touching, wants to leave bruises, wants a lot of greedy, reckless things. )
Ha.
( The compliments aren't needed, or at least not usually. They sound a little more earnest from a man like Lan Xichen, and so he's desperately trying to remind himself not to fall under the spell, watching him from underneath fluttering, dark eyelashes. ) Stop talking, kiss me.
( The hand moves, buries itself into Lan Xichen's hair, dragging him down into an open mouthed kiss, eager, desperate, his knees pressing into the other man's thigh, nails scraping at the nape of his neck. If he's bothered by where Lan Xichen's mouth has been he doesn't show it, sliding his tongue into the heat of his mouth with eager abandon, slick and firm, a hum of pleasure purred between them. )
[ Laying down beside Wen Kexing means giving him every opportunity to get handsy but Xichen likes it, the playful greediness is charming and he kisses him deeply whenever he wants like an endless reward for being sweet and pretty and kind, making tonight so easy and ... natural. One minute he's pawing and petting those thighs open, the next his fingers are sinking inside that ready hole to stretch him out by increments, fucking him to the knuckle as Xichen breaks the kiss to watch the way Wen Kexing takes them, getting looser little by little like his body knows exactly how to seduce a man.
The burning hardness of his erection presses against Wen Kexing's hip, heavy and hot as Xichen dusts butterfly kisses all down his lovely one's jaw and neck, murmuring about how he's sorry but Wen Kexing really is beautiful. ]
Lovely, look at you, you're being such a good boy for me. [ Xichen mouths an open kiss under the hinge of a jaw, over a pulse. ] Darling boy, I'm going to come so deep inside you. Do you need it? Your body's so desperate to be filled, you're sucking in my fingers so prettily.
( The noise he makes is strangled, a little high. Wen Kexing isn't sure he's ever blushed quite as hard as he is right now, as though Lan Xichen's sweet words are the filthiest thing he's ever heard. Somehow it feels like they are, and he doesn't know what to do with the knowledge. Oh, plenty of people have tried this kind of talk on him before, but the last man who called him a good boy ended up with a broken jaw and a relocation for his efforts. So why, why, is it working so well here, making him squirm and bear down on those wide, big fingers. )
Ah. ( He bites his own bottom lip, feeling it go sore and puffy beneath his teeth, one hand still fisted in expensive sheets, the other dragging down Lan Xichen's chest, nails scraping over a nipple and then lower, the muscles of his stomach, desperate. ) Oh my god. Who are you?
( Delivered to the ceiling in general, like Lan Xichen has been sent deliberately to test him. His hand slides over a hip, the other man's cock hidden away against Wen Kexing's body. That doesn't mean he can't sink his greedy fingers into the meat of his ass though, hard and desperate, fingers twitching in a flex. )
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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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We don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. You don't have to fuck me, if that upsets you. I am more than capable of handling the other way round. ( Oh, he could postulate more. But there's vulnerability in Lan Xichen that Wen Kexing doesn't want to push at. Of his many crimes, sexual coercion is not one of them. ) We can stop any time you like, mm? Now, in ten minutes, much later. If you're not happy, we can stop.
( And then, a sly grin. )
But if you're worried for me, you needn't be.
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[ He sits up, wrapping an arm around Wen Kexing as he kisses him hard, nudging him back to the bed to invert their position. There's a darker heat in his voice when he refutes the idea of not having this beautiful man. ]
I want to fuck you.
[ Manners just demanded he say something first! That done, Xichen is keen to undo those leather trousers and sink his long fingers inside to wrap around that answering hardness, skin to skin. ]
Don't think for a moment I don't want you.
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( The sound is startled, Wen Kexing bucking up against that touch with something greedy unfurling inside of him. It's cute, the way Lan Xichen can go from unsure of himself one minute to having a raging fire beneath his skin the next, it's more than a little appealing. He'd thought himself sick of good boys, after all, but maybe --.
It's quick to stoke the burning want in Wen Kexing himself, either way. He kicks off his shoes and they fall to the floor with a thud, rolling his hips into Lan Xichen's palm. His own cock is nice, or so he thinks, he's never had any complaints, and like the rest of him, long, lean, with the habit of lounging a little to the left. It's nicely filled out now, and he hums, reaching for the other man and dragging him back in to Wen Kexing's biting kisses. )
You're so - ( Nipping at his bottom lip, something feral and gleeful in Wen Kexing's own gaze. ) Attractive. Who gave you the right?
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Rosy as haitang and sweet-smelling too. [ His thoughtful hum licks around the heat of that open mouth, sealing kiss after kiss with a pleased purr. ] Pretty boy.
[ Only once he's sure Wen Kexing is going to complain does he briefly pause his ministrations to yank off those tight trousers and lie down beside him to run a palm up a pale thigh, cupping him by the balls as a kiss once more steals those lips. ]
I will fuck you, [ it's a promise, however, ] after I'm done playing. Now, spread your legs for me.
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You're talking a big game. ( Voice gone low, rough with something akin to desperation. His hands drag greedy along the plains of Lan Xichen's back, nails digging in at the juncture below his shoulder blades. He wants him closer, wants to climb him somehow, wants the weight and the heat and that terribly pleasant smile. ) Don't disappoint me.
( Wen Kexing doesn't actually think he can, but the goading is natural, the same as the sharpness of his teeth. )
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[ Tonight is a one-off, he tells himself, so there's no need to hold in his desire to serve this beautiful man as best he can or to hide how much he enjoys it. A pillow is slid under Wen Kexing's hips to lever his lower half obscenely for Xichen's benefit as he settles between them, getting positioned with a long leg draped over a shoulder, hot kisses burning their way down the inside.
He doesn't know a thing about Wen Kexing other than he's witty and very, very pretty, and for once Xichen is content with that. It makes adoring him all the easier, an out-pouring of affection boldly licking a hot path to the pink rim exposed so lewdly between those thighs, pushing inside without pause to fill that tight ass with wet, writhing heat for Wen Kexing to ride. Having not had a man in years, Xichen's approving moan melts into the soft skin and his chin digs into soft globes in his eagerness, splitting them with his thumbs to hold his pretty boy wide open, speared on a long tongue. ]
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( His voice comes startled, surprised, the knee over Lan Xichen's shoulder tensing slightly. He hadn't expected the other man to bypass something so normal as a blowjob and head straight to sticking his tongue in Wen Kexing's ass, after all. They don't even know each other! He's fastidious in making sure he has a clean bill of health, and so at least he doesn't have to worry about that, but the surprise is hard to shake off. Lan Xichen helps though, eager mouth warm and wet, clever enough that Wen Kexing's hands fist in what feels like very expensive sheets, cock twitching against his stomach where he's leaking. )
Fuck. You like a challenge, don't you?
( He's certainly eager to please, and Wen Kexing can't help but dig his heel into his back, keeping him in place as he rocks desperately down onto his tongue. )
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[ He uses his upper body strength to heft both thighs over his shoulders and kneels up with Wen Kexing's body lifted off the pillow, angled up for Xichen's benefit. He suffers the other man's weight like it's nothing, manhandling him so that only the shoulders of his lover rest on the bed. Smirking a little, he sinks a fond bite into the meat of an inner-thigh, kissing it better a moment later. ]
You seem rather easy to me, pretty thing.
[ There's no escape for Wen Kexing the next time Xichen's tongue plunges back into the tight heat of his ass, forcing him to take a flicking tongue that fucks him open at Xichen's leisure, the tension in his biceps and abs at odds with how unhurried he is eating him out as if someone told him no one had paid enough attention to his paid-for lover the last time he was bought. His hot breath cascades all over the most secret areas of the other man as he alternates sucking lightly at that cute pink pucker and splitting it open. ]
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It's the audacity, it has to be, ramping up his want until he's panting like a bitch, knuckles gone white where they're buried before he unclenches, lifts one to press over his mouth. )
Fuck.
( Muffled behind his fingers, hips moving within their limited range. Lan Xichen is strong, Wen Kexing will give him that, holding him up like he's made of nothing. The other man could toss him around to his heart's content, and that really shouldn't have his cock twitching but it does, helpless, pooling precome against his stomach muscles. Wen Kexing hisses slightly, desperate, toes curling as he tries to press closer, his breath coming in little panted sounds. )
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I said you were sweet and I stand by that.
[ Amused, Xichen pours a glass of water from the jug left on the bedside table there earlier (when he was overthinking things) for this express purpose. He takes a swig, wiping his mouth mostly clean to be polite than for any dislike of Wen Kexing's taste, and takes a bottle of lube from a drawer; he settles down beside him, pawing open those thighs again but this time close enough to nuzzle under an ear. ]
You must hear this all the time, but you're beautiful.
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Ha.
( The compliments aren't needed, or at least not usually. They sound a little more earnest from a man like Lan Xichen, and so he's desperately trying to remind himself not to fall under the spell, watching him from underneath fluttering, dark eyelashes. ) Stop talking, kiss me.
( The hand moves, buries itself into Lan Xichen's hair, dragging him down into an open mouthed kiss, eager, desperate, his knees pressing into the other man's thigh, nails scraping at the nape of his neck. If he's bothered by where Lan Xichen's mouth has been he doesn't show it, sliding his tongue into the heat of his mouth with eager abandon, slick and firm, a hum of pleasure purred between them. )
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The burning hardness of his erection presses against Wen Kexing's hip, heavy and hot as Xichen dusts butterfly kisses all down his lovely one's jaw and neck, murmuring about how he's sorry but Wen Kexing really is beautiful. ]
Lovely, look at you, you're being such a good boy for me. [ Xichen mouths an open kiss under the hinge of a jaw, over a pulse. ] Darling boy, I'm going to come so deep inside you. Do you need it? Your body's so desperate to be filled, you're sucking in my fingers so prettily.
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Ah. ( He bites his own bottom lip, feeling it go sore and puffy beneath his teeth, one hand still fisted in expensive sheets, the other dragging down Lan Xichen's chest, nails scraping over a nipple and then lower, the muscles of his stomach, desperate. ) Oh my god. Who are you?
( Delivered to the ceiling in general, like Lan Xichen has been sent deliberately to test him. His hand slides over a hip, the other man's cock hidden away against Wen Kexing's body. That doesn't mean he can't sink his greedy fingers into the meat of his ass though, hard and desperate, fingers twitching in a flex. )
Stop teasing, just - fuck - just fuck me already.
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