( 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. )
[ The way Wen Kexing's orgasm wracks him with tension has Xichen groaning loudly, the tight cinching of the ass he's fucking getting even narrower so he has to add more force, giving into abandon as he fucks Wen Kexing through an orgasm and hits his own with hips swinging to the obscene sound of their fucking as it fills the room. He drives in hard, once, twice, filling him up with his come so that any man who came there before is well and truly erased from memory, rutting in to make Wen Kexing messy with it all down his pretty cheeks. There, Xichen thinks in a daze, long hair a mess as he lifts his head to see his lover, cupping Wen Kexing's rosy face even as his still-hard cock rocks slowly into that abused ass. There you go, that's how you should be. Dirty for me. ]
You've been such a good boy, haven't you?
[ His voice is deeper, gravelly with lust. Xichen kisses him softly, brushing stray hairs away from that pretty face. He will pay whatever it takes to keep Wen Kexing in his bed. ]
( He's going to have to have a stern talk with himself later. The good boy should not work. Wen Kexing has never been affected by it before, and he shouldn't let himself be now, but the words have a shudder of pleasure rocking through him, toes curling alongside the following waves of his orgasm. He blinks, blearily, up at Lan Xichen, lips parted, shiny with spit. )
Fuck.
( A laugh, dazed, and then his muscles are deliberately clenching around Lan Xichen, a tight, hard squeeze. He finds it likes the way it makes something dark and hungry flicker across the other man's face, and so he does it again, desperate groan loosening from his throat. )
How are you still so hard?
( He squirms, and then he's winding his legs back around Lan Xichen's waist, flipping them so that the other man is on his back, Wen Kexing towering against him. He can feel the seed leaking and he hums, reaching to grab for his cock so he can slide it back inside. )
[ Wen Kexing certainly knows how to wring groans out of Xichen as he squeezes around him, making him wince and curse under his breath but never once ask him to stop. Then the world is inverted and he's on his back, a beautiful view on display as Wen Kexing guides Xichen's cock back inside that unbearably perfect heat, a snug fit even after being fucked so that Xichen bullies his way back in to the hilt. ]
You, ahh, fuck ... You should know, the men in my family aren't one-round sorts.
[ Once he's fully-seated again he pets the slight bulge he creates in Wen Kexing's navel and runs his hands all over that beautiful body, from gripping his thighs to pinching rosy nipples, never letting his touch stay still for long. He rolls his hips as if Wen Kexing weighs nothing, forcing him to ride his cock or else fall off, the slap of slick skin loud in the dimly lit penthouse. Harder, harder ... ]
You feel so good, so good, taking it when you're so tight ...
( It's a little funny. He wonders what kind of family Lan Xichen comes from, and can only imagine a group of model-like men found only in the trashiest of romance novels ( that he would rather die than admit to ever reading ). The thought quickly trails off when the man below him bucks his hips, Wen Kexing's hands settling against his chest to steady himself. They're both slippery, slick with sweat, and the glide is sinfully messy each time his cock spears deeper. )
A good thing then that - ha - that I'm not easily worn out.
( He grins, the flash of his teeth, greedy palms mapping out Lan Xichen's broad chest, squeezing the muscle tightly. Wen Kexing's knees dig harder into his sides in search of some control, muscles shifting as he moves, an eager roll of his hips back down against the other man's own. He feels strung out, oversensitive, cock twitching slightly, but it's good, and he has always liked to chase heady heights. He rewards Lan Xichen with a kiss, moaning desperately into his mouth one minute before his tongue slides against his own the next, finger and thumb tweaking a nipple like punctuation. )
[ The walls around them show a cityscape of amber lights that frame Wen Kexing in their glow, lit up here and there as if touched by a thousand stars, shadows slipping into the shallow valleys of his body to make Xichen investigate them with constant caresses, finally grasping a pair of hips to hold Wen Kexing's gait steady as the man rolls back sinuously onto Xichen awaiting cock. Wen Kexing is so dizzyingly perfect to fuck, Xichen rediscovers, able to fully appreciate how beautiful he is with one orgasm down and a little more oxygen getting to his head: he drives the full length of his cock into that obliging hole over and over, splitting him open because Wen Kexing can handle it as he stretches out each time with a little resistance, the pink rim taking Xichen all swollen and sticky when he drops his gaze to watch.
He groans, dragging him down to sit flush on his pelvis where Xichen grinds in, sliding a hand up to cup that lovely face. Precome spills inside his paid-for beauty, making him even messier. ]
Stay with me. I'll fuck you every day, sweetheart, just like this. Be mine.
( He turns his face into the warmth of Lan Xichen's hand, teeth grazing at the pad of his thumb before he boldly sucks it between his lips. He makes sure to look pretty as he does so, cheeks hollow, dark eyelashes sweeping across pink-flushed skin, muscles moving in tandem with the easy grind of hips. The thought that Lan Xichen puts across is so appealing that Wen Kexing doesn't know what to do with it, the other man's cock filling him fit to burst, all the right, blissful places dragged against in sparking little movements. He moans, muffled, eyes closing as he squirms, desperately chasing the heat that's pooling in his belly.
Who does Lan Xichen think he is? What will he do when he realises he's not?
It's all a question for a time not spent speared on an exquisite cock. He digs his nails in to Lan Xichen's pecs just to see the way the muscle clenches, smile going sharklike. )
Tempting. ( The idea, the man, both. ) Ah, what if I'm greedy, mm? What if I want you all the time? What then?
What then, love? I'll let you have whatever you want.
[ He's generous with the appellations, fond already. As he watches those full lips suckle his thumb, he caresses his way in between spread legs to Wen Kexing's cock where he strokes him loosely, his grip ghostly-light. He really can't look away from how pretty his paid-for boy is. ]
Do you want to come everywhere with me? Shall I take care of you? [ He slips his thumb free and kisses him, fisting the back of Wen Kexing's hair as a counterpoint to the gentle fingers running up and down a hot cock. ] Do you want to be taken care of, darling?
( He wants Lan Xichen to stop spinning impossibly appealing fantasies, because they're making it hard to focus. Wen Kexing doesn't know this man and already he feels a little bit like he's being fucked into a revelation about himself THAT he won't be able to contain again. He whines instead, wordless, muscles squeezing down against a hard insistent cock, his insides molten with heat and fucked so well he thinks he might feel it for the rest of the month. His knees press harder into Lan Xichen's side like he's a horse threatening to buck, Wen Kexing leaning down to capture that pretty, swollen mouth in a mean little kiss, demanding and desperate.
He likes this, he likes it a lot. It will be a nice memory after, a sweet man who fucked by a demon and who made Wen Kexing see stars.
He might come again soon, he thinks, just from a loose grip and that impressive cock inside him. It makes him at once impatient and demanding, hands moving to hold Lan Xichen by the shoulders, grinding down against him slow and shallow. ) Be good, or I'll make a mess. ( They're already a mess, but he wants it to last just a little longer. ) Fuck.
[ He frames Wen Kexing's hips in his hands and guides him down for those shallow, bouncing grinds, bucking up just when he needs it. Xichen can't look away, entranced by the beauty above riding him so well. ]
Good boy, greedy boy. Faster, you can do it, just like that ...
( He likes the look on Lan Xichen's face the most, he thinks, the way those dark eyes go molten to watch Wen Kexing move. He looks hungry, and he's not entirely sure when the last time someone looked at him that way was. At least, not in a way he wanted. It's heady, and addictive, and he blinks down at him flushed and flustered, bouncing on the other man's cock to the tempo of frantic slaps.
He almost wishes that he'd picked him up naturally, instead of a mistaken identity. Then he'd have a reason to do it again. )
You --. ( There's nothing to say beyond Wen Kexing's need to speak, his kiss bruised lips parted. He reaches down to cover Lan Xichen's fingers with his own, tightening their joined hands so he can fuck harder into the space, eyelashes fluttering. Eventually he gives up pretending to be coy, chanting come on under his breath, desperate. )
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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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You've been such a good boy, haven't you?
[ His voice is deeper, gravelly with lust. Xichen kisses him softly, brushing stray hairs away from that pretty face. He will pay whatever it takes to keep Wen Kexing in his bed. ]
I think I'll keep you.
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Fuck.
( A laugh, dazed, and then his muscles are deliberately clenching around Lan Xichen, a tight, hard squeeze. He finds it likes the way it makes something dark and hungry flicker across the other man's face, and so he does it again, desperate groan loosening from his throat. )
How are you still so hard?
( He squirms, and then he's winding his legs back around Lan Xichen's waist, flipping them so that the other man is on his back, Wen Kexing towering against him. He can feel the seed leaking and he hums, reaching to grab for his cock so he can slide it back inside. )
Am I leaving you wanting, mm?
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You, ahh, fuck ... You should know, the men in my family aren't one-round sorts.
[ Once he's fully-seated again he pets the slight bulge he creates in Wen Kexing's navel and runs his hands all over that beautiful body, from gripping his thighs to pinching rosy nipples, never letting his touch stay still for long. He rolls his hips as if Wen Kexing weighs nothing, forcing him to ride his cock or else fall off, the slap of slick skin loud in the dimly lit penthouse. Harder, harder ... ]
You feel so good, so good, taking it when you're so tight ...
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A good thing then that - ha - that I'm not easily worn out.
( He grins, the flash of his teeth, greedy palms mapping out Lan Xichen's broad chest, squeezing the muscle tightly. Wen Kexing's knees dig harder into his sides in search of some control, muscles shifting as he moves, an eager roll of his hips back down against the other man's own. He feels strung out, oversensitive, cock twitching slightly, but it's good, and he has always liked to chase heady heights. He rewards Lan Xichen with a kiss, moaning desperately into his mouth one minute before his tongue slides against his own the next, finger and thumb tweaking a nipple like punctuation. )
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He groans, dragging him down to sit flush on his pelvis where Xichen grinds in, sliding a hand up to cup that lovely face. Precome spills inside his paid-for beauty, making him even messier. ]
Stay with me. I'll fuck you every day, sweetheart, just like this. Be mine.
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Who does Lan Xichen think he is? What will he do when he realises he's not?
It's all a question for a time not spent speared on an exquisite cock. He digs his nails in to Lan Xichen's pecs just to see the way the muscle clenches, smile going sharklike. )
Tempting. ( The idea, the man, both. ) Ah, what if I'm greedy, mm? What if I want you all the time? What then?
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[ He's generous with the appellations, fond already. As he watches those full lips suckle his thumb, he caresses his way in between spread legs to Wen Kexing's cock where he strokes him loosely, his grip ghostly-light. He really can't look away from how pretty his paid-for boy is. ]
Do you want to come everywhere with me? Shall I take care of you? [ He slips his thumb free and kisses him, fisting the back of Wen Kexing's hair as a counterpoint to the gentle fingers running up and down a hot cock. ] Do you want to be taken care of, darling?
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He likes this, he likes it a lot. It will be a nice memory after, a sweet man who fucked by a demon and who made Wen Kexing see stars.
He might come again soon, he thinks, just from a loose grip and that impressive cock inside him. It makes him at once impatient and demanding, hands moving to hold Lan Xichen by the shoulders, grinding down against him slow and shallow. ) Be good, or I'll make a mess. ( They're already a mess, but he wants it to last just a little longer. ) Fuck.
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[ He frames Wen Kexing's hips in his hands and guides him down for those shallow, bouncing grinds, bucking up just when he needs it. Xichen can't look away, entranced by the beauty above riding him so well. ]
Good boy, greedy boy. Faster, you can do it, just like that ...
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He almost wishes that he'd picked him up naturally, instead of a mistaken identity. Then he'd have a reason to do it again. )
You --. ( There's nothing to say beyond Wen Kexing's need to speak, his kiss bruised lips parted. He reaches down to cover Lan Xichen's fingers with his own, tightening their joined hands so he can fuck harder into the space, eyelashes fluttering. Eventually he gives up pretending to be coy, chanting come on under his breath, desperate. )
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