( 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. )
[ It's not said with swaggering confidence to brag, he genuinely doesn't want to hurt him. A kiss lands on Wen Kexing's cheek as Xichen slips his fingers free and lines up between a pair of soft thighs, kneading one with his free hand in absent-minded affection. His thick cockhead rubs against that puffy hole and his gaze flicks to Wen Kexing's face as he starts sinking it inside, giving him time to adjust to the thick crown stretching out a blushing pink rim as far as it can go.
His voice is rough and low with wonder, his hand soft as it continues to pet that thigh. ]
You're tight, even after getting fingered like that ... I should ask who you are, you're a dream. You're doing so well, sweetheart.
( It's a testament to just how immense Lan Xichen is that all Wen Kexing's words are used up by his concentration. He appreciates the pat on his thigh though, something grounding even as the other man pushes in. In truth, it's been a while since he last did this, and maybe, just maybe he should have been a little more cautious. But he doesn't care, greedy for something unnameable, couldn't care when he knows it will feel good in the end. And so he just keeps panting through an open mouth, squirming as he tries to take more and more, recklessly determined and all the more wild for it. )
Fuck.
( He reaches for him again, sweaty fingers scrabbling across Lan Xichen's shoulder blades, Wen Kexing throwing his head back as another inch fills him up. He bites his bottom lip, watching the other man through half-lidded eyes. )
You're - sweet thing, ah. You're so big. Does it feel good, mm? You feel good to me.
[ His groans echo every inch that Wen Kexing's tight ass swallows until he's buried balls-deep, the thick base of his cock rubbing up against that cute hole stretched so wide and pink. Just to be kind and reward him, he drizzles a little more lube before taking one of Wen Kexing's hands in his. ]
You're bulging with me, baby. Here, feel it.
[ Soft, encouraging words lead to the moment Xichen guides their laced fingers to Wen Kexing's navel where there's a bump, evidence of Xichen's large cock sunken deep. He shallowly thrusts in so Wen Kexing can experience the way that bump disappears then returns on each rolling fuck, gasping himself. Mild-mannered as he is, there's a restrained, urgent heat behind Xichen's words. ]
( The noise he makes is guttural, indecent, his hand pressing down on his stomach. Lan Xichen is a force to be reckoned with, moulding Wen Kexing's body any way he likes, parts of him shifting desperately to accommodate the sheer size of his cock. Another groan as the other man fucks back in, Wen Kexing pressing his fingers down harder, once, before he lets go and winds his palm around the back of the other man's neck. )
I didn't even think this was a - fuck - a kink I have. ( A little bewildered, a little flustered. He wraps his legs around Lan Xichen's waist, angling his hips to take him back in, body clutching on to him as though it were a lifeline. His nails dig in to the nape of his neck with one hand, the other scraping playfully down his spine. He flattens his palm to the base to urge him on, long fingers firm. ) I'm learning new and exciting - hngh - things. Oh, yes, just like that. You're so good.
( He cranes his neck, kissing Lan Xichen soundly, panted breath muffled between them. )
[ Heat fires the roughness in Xichen's voice, making him rasp into the kiss before sealing his mouth against Wen Kexing's pretty throat. He sinks his teeth in for a hungry bite, just to bruise, as his cock drags against his lover's prostate almost unintentionally what with how big it is, unable not to stroke over it on every other thrust. The hands down his back and in his hair have him moaning low, plucking more starved kisses over Wen Kexing's hammering pulse with every swing of his hips that slams them together a little more firmly each time. Tight, wet, and hot. Wen Kexing is so lovely to look at too, he's perfect.
Xichen isn't going to be satisfied with just one night. The very sound of slick skin-on-skin each time he bottoms out sparks a deep possessiveness that he can never mention. ]
( He lets out a shocked, helpless gasp of a laugh, the sound giving way to a moan as Lan Xichen fucks seemingly even harder into him. He's so big, it feels like he's everywhere. And maybe he is, certainly it feels impossible to escape the sensation, his well-muscled arms and his thighs crowded over him, the slap of his balls against the curve of Wen Kexing's ass, the feeling of him buried scandalously deep. His nails dig into muscle, tracing the curve of a spine, the heel of his foot pressing just above the curve of Lan Xichen's ass as Wen Kexing hoists his legs up higher, wanting more. He's being so well fucked he thinks he might be drooling, a groan uncoiling in his throat. How a person like Lan Xichen has gone this long without any number of people begging to take him, he doesn't know. He certainly knows what he's doing either way. )
You're a demon.
( Entirely complimentary, broad fingers spanning his shoulders. )
You're - ah - you're some kind of sex demon. Is this what you do? Lure unsuspecting victims to your bed and fuck them within an inch of their lives? I don't mind, it would be a good way to go.
Still talking? I must not be taking good enough care of you.
[ He chuckles and kisses the corner of Wen Kexing's lips sweetly before his hips slam forward to fuck him with jarring force at a new angle, holding him close with hands on Wen Kexing's hips to ensure he can't go anywhere but down on the full length of a large cock, the slick slap of flesh a lovely overture to Xichen's ears. He goes faster too, bowing over him as he devotes himself to fucking Wen Kexing so well that all those witty sentences are broken into pieces, into moans ... that's what he wants. His sweet little slut, paid for by the hour.
He groans, nuzzling up a neck so his hot words bathe an ear. ]
You're mine until dawn. I'm going to fuck you so well you can't walk out of here until noon, baby.
( Were he of more sound mind he might wonder at Lan Xichen's choice of words. As it is, he just takes to the new pace with a guttural sound of arousal, nails digging into the meat of the other man's back as he pounds into Wen Kexing with seemingly increasing desperation. )
Haaa-aa.
( Because even when someone is threatening to fuck the words right out of him he has to make some sort of noise, an earnest encouragement trapped into the base of his throat. He'll leave marks, he thinks, with how hard he's grabbing on to him, little halfmoons that might smart later but he distracts from it by nosing up the curve of his throat, teeth in the hinge of his jaw, the burst of his breath like an animal. )
Fuck, harder, fuck me.
( He's so close, the length of his cock a hot, hard brand between them, sliding with precome and sweat. )
[ It doesn't matter how many callers or clients Wen Kexing has, Xichen is going to buy him out for the month (at the least). There's no way he can handle the idea of another man fucking Wen Kexing like this, wild and with abandon as nails bite into Xichen's back, moaning loudly as his hips snap forward and he slides a hand between them to stroke off his beautiful lover at last; how could any other man get him wailing for their cock like this? He hates the thought of sharing him.
Harder and faster are what Wen Kexing gets, the expensive bed starting to creak with the force of their fucking. Xichen groans as he comes, pinning Wen Kexing in place as he spills his load in that tight passage and slams his hips forward again to make a mess of him, fist starting to move again on that pretty cock once he remembers. The world is fuzzy and white, he's still fucking Wen Kexing as dutifully as a husband. God, he thinks in the space between breaths, mouthing at Wen Kexing's throat, it's so good to come inside such an alluring body. Jin Guangyao would cry and say he couldn't take Xichen's cock sometimes, making Xichen feel objectively terrible and happy to just settle for a handjob (blowjobs being even more rare), but Wen Kexing is so eager and clever, he's as beautiful as he is witty ... and he knows how to ride a large cock, most importantly. What a pro.
Dage was incredibly correct: this was exactly what Xichen needed.
He probably didn't expect Xichen to get so terribly emotional and obsessed with the hooker though, but that's a problem for another day. Right now, Xichen is devoted to getting Wen Kexing off. ]
( Lan Xichen coming inside of him shouldn't be as appealing as it is, but something about it has Wen Kexing moaning, low and desperate as the hot gush fills him up. It feels obscene, the sheer amount of it, hot and spilling out around them. They're making a mess and he likes it so desperately, sinking his teeth into the other man's throat, caring little if he's going to leave a mark. Maybe he should. His hips keep moving though, restless even with the other man softening slightly inside of him, his cock pushing up into the tight cage of his fist. )
Fuck. ( Helpless, desperate, cock twitching as he drags his nails down a well-muscled back. ) Fuck.
( His orgasm builds as he squirms, a butterfly pinned. And then between one thrust and the next it reaches a crescendo, Wen Kexing's mind going blissfully empty, spilling his own load over clever fingers. )
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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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[ It's not said with swaggering confidence to brag, he genuinely doesn't want to hurt him. A kiss lands on Wen Kexing's cheek as Xichen slips his fingers free and lines up between a pair of soft thighs, kneading one with his free hand in absent-minded affection. His thick cockhead rubs against that puffy hole and his gaze flicks to Wen Kexing's face as he starts sinking it inside, giving him time to adjust to the thick crown stretching out a blushing pink rim as far as it can go.
His voice is rough and low with wonder, his hand soft as it continues to pet that thigh. ]
You're tight, even after getting fingered like that ... I should ask who you are, you're a dream. You're doing so well, sweetheart.
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( It's a testament to just how immense Lan Xichen is that all Wen Kexing's words are used up by his concentration. He appreciates the pat on his thigh though, something grounding even as the other man pushes in. In truth, it's been a while since he last did this, and maybe, just maybe he should have been a little more cautious. But he doesn't care, greedy for something unnameable, couldn't care when he knows it will feel good in the end. And so he just keeps panting through an open mouth, squirming as he tries to take more and more, recklessly determined and all the more wild for it. )
Fuck.
( He reaches for him again, sweaty fingers scrabbling across Lan Xichen's shoulder blades, Wen Kexing throwing his head back as another inch fills him up. He bites his bottom lip, watching the other man through half-lidded eyes. )
You're - sweet thing, ah. You're so big. Does it feel good, mm? You feel good to me.
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You're bulging with me, baby. Here, feel it.
[ Soft, encouraging words lead to the moment Xichen guides their laced fingers to Wen Kexing's navel where there's a bump, evidence of Xichen's large cock sunken deep. He shallowly thrusts in so Wen Kexing can experience the way that bump disappears then returns on each rolling fuck, gasping himself. Mild-mannered as he is, there's a restrained, urgent heat behind Xichen's words. ]
I'm going to fill you up with come right here.
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I didn't even think this was a - fuck - a kink I have. ( A little bewildered, a little flustered. He wraps his legs around Lan Xichen's waist, angling his hips to take him back in, body clutching on to him as though it were a lifeline. His nails dig in to the nape of his neck with one hand, the other scraping playfully down his spine. He flattens his palm to the base to urge him on, long fingers firm. ) I'm learning new and exciting - hngh - things. Oh, yes, just like that. You're so good.
( He cranes his neck, kissing Lan Xichen soundly, panted breath muffled between them. )
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[ Heat fires the roughness in Xichen's voice, making him rasp into the kiss before sealing his mouth against Wen Kexing's pretty throat. He sinks his teeth in for a hungry bite, just to bruise, as his cock drags against his lover's prostate almost unintentionally what with how big it is, unable not to stroke over it on every other thrust. The hands down his back and in his hair have him moaning low, plucking more starved kisses over Wen Kexing's hammering pulse with every swing of his hips that slams them together a little more firmly each time. Tight, wet, and hot. Wen Kexing is so lovely to look at too, he's perfect.
Xichen isn't going to be satisfied with just one night. The very sound of slick skin-on-skin each time he bottoms out sparks a deep possessiveness that he can never mention. ]
Baby, sweet boy ... You're a perfect fit.
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You're a demon.
( Entirely complimentary, broad fingers spanning his shoulders. )
You're - ah - you're some kind of sex demon. Is this what you do? Lure unsuspecting victims to your bed and fuck them within an inch of their lives? I don't mind, it would be a good way to go.
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[ He chuckles and kisses the corner of Wen Kexing's lips sweetly before his hips slam forward to fuck him with jarring force at a new angle, holding him close with hands on Wen Kexing's hips to ensure he can't go anywhere but down on the full length of a large cock, the slick slap of flesh a lovely overture to Xichen's ears. He goes faster too, bowing over him as he devotes himself to fucking Wen Kexing so well that all those witty sentences are broken into pieces, into moans ... that's what he wants. His sweet little slut, paid for by the hour.
He groans, nuzzling up a neck so his hot words bathe an ear. ]
You're mine until dawn. I'm going to fuck you so well you can't walk out of here until noon, baby.
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Haaa-aa.
( Because even when someone is threatening to fuck the words right out of him he has to make some sort of noise, an earnest encouragement trapped into the base of his throat. He'll leave marks, he thinks, with how hard he's grabbing on to him, little halfmoons that might smart later but he distracts from it by nosing up the curve of his throat, teeth in the hinge of his jaw, the burst of his breath like an animal. )
Fuck, harder, fuck me.
( He's so close, the length of his cock a hot, hard brand between them, sliding with precome and sweat. )
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Harder and faster are what Wen Kexing gets, the expensive bed starting to creak with the force of their fucking. Xichen groans as he comes, pinning Wen Kexing in place as he spills his load in that tight passage and slams his hips forward again to make a mess of him, fist starting to move again on that pretty cock once he remembers. The world is fuzzy and white, he's still fucking Wen Kexing as dutifully as a husband. God, he thinks in the space between breaths, mouthing at Wen Kexing's throat, it's so good to come inside such an alluring body. Jin Guangyao would cry and say he couldn't take Xichen's cock sometimes, making Xichen feel objectively terrible and happy to just settle for a handjob (blowjobs being even more rare), but Wen Kexing is so eager and clever, he's as beautiful as he is witty ... and he knows how to ride a large cock, most importantly. What a pro.
Dage was incredibly correct: this was exactly what Xichen needed.
He probably didn't expect Xichen to get so terribly emotional and obsessed with the hooker though, but that's a problem for another day. Right now, Xichen is devoted to getting Wen Kexing off. ]
Sweetheart ... !
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Fuck. ( Helpless, desperate, cock twitching as he drags his nails down a well-muscled back. ) Fuck.
( His orgasm builds as he squirms, a butterfly pinned. And then between one thrust and the next it reaches a crescendo, Wen Kexing's mind going blissfully empty, spilling his own load over clever fingers. )
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