He's only a little surprised, men with money tend to think anything can be bought if they flash just the right amount of cash, and he's never been particularly against sex work as a whole. He knows too many women who turn to it, and they've always impressed upon him that it's a valid choice. He isn't even disapproving of the kind of people who buy company, but looking at Lan Xichen he can't exactly fathom why. He's pretty enough that Wen Kexing followed him of his own accord either way, sweet and eager and oh so very good in bed.
He hiccups out a laugh, grinding down. He's not going to leave, though he doesn't think correcting him would be conductive to his impending second orgasm. Let the man think he's for hire, what's the shame? He can leave after, well fucked, a funny story tucked away. )
There. ( A whine, his hips stuttering as he thrusts up into the tight heat of Lan Xichen's fist. ) O-oh, you're too good at this.
( It isn't even hamming it up for the sake of it, he is good, leaving Wen Kexing sex drunk and wanting. )
[ From Xichen's perspective it looks like he's said just the right thing to get Wen Kexing off, a promise of more money and some stability prompting his lover to find the perfect angle for his prostate to be abused by every thrust. That's where he angles himself, wrapping an arm around Wen Kexing as he pushes him down to the bed and fucks him harder, pinning him at the angle that gets those lovely thighs turning weak and kissing him hungrily, amorous to the point of obsession. His hot voice pants up Wen Kexing's neck to an ear, kisses melting against his hot skin. ]
Good boy, you're such a good boy for me ...
[ No longer is Wen Kexing getting his cock stroked, all of Xichen's attention is on fucking him where he wants it and getting that pretty slack-jawed look back on that face. ]
You're doing so well, sweet thing. Can you come like this? Come untouched? Good boy, let me see you do it.
( He protests for the sake of it, dizzy with the sudden shifting of gravity. Lan Xichen is a steady, heavy weight against him and Wen Kexing grabs for him again, raking his nails down a well-muscled back, his own arching, throat exposed. )
You're too cocky.
( He isn't, or at least, Lan Xichen the skills to back it up, pounding his hips with a steady rhythm that has Wen Kexing jolting with each thrust. There's something about him that has his nerves all sizzling, blood rushing inside of his body, breathing frantic. Lan Xichen is like every good meal, or strong drink, he sits inside with molten warmth, and it's so much, it's too much, breaking forth more panting, desperate demands. ) Fuck, harder.
( He is close. He could come from this, he thinks. It makes him lean up, catch the other man's mouth in a biting kiss, overwhelmed. )
[ His words are a low rumble beside Wen Kexing's ear as Xichen fucks him harder as requested, making the expensive bed creak. He adores him, kissing all over his already-marked neck as that tight hole clenches so obediently around his cock, trying to milk him into coming too: but not yet.
He bends Wen Kexing's leg higher, splays it to the side to allow Xichen's cock to drive further into that ass and make Wen Kexing bulge at the navel, a satisfied growl melting by his much-abused ear. ]
( He's clever enough, even now fucked out of his mind, to notice that Lan Xichen keeps returning to certain things with earnest enjoyment. The way his own cock fills Wen Kexing seems to be a point of significant interest, and so he makes a point to squirm, hole clenching hard. His hands shift restlessly, over his shoulders, down his arms, gripping and squeezing. )
You fill me up so well.
( He bites at his bottom lip, plush pink going white, frantic breathing raggedly muffled. )
Ah, sweet thing, you -. ( His cock twitches, pulses. ) Moving me like you want, fucking me like you want, you like it, don't you?
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He's only a little surprised, men with money tend to think anything can be bought if they flash just the right amount of cash, and he's never been particularly against sex work as a whole. He knows too many women who turn to it, and they've always impressed upon him that it's a valid choice. He isn't even disapproving of the kind of people who buy company, but looking at Lan Xichen he can't exactly fathom why. He's pretty enough that Wen Kexing followed him of his own accord either way, sweet and eager and oh so very good in bed.
He hiccups out a laugh, grinding down. He's not going to leave, though he doesn't think correcting him would be conductive to his impending second orgasm. Let the man think he's for hire, what's the shame? He can leave after, well fucked, a funny story tucked away. )
There. ( A whine, his hips stuttering as he thrusts up into the tight heat of Lan Xichen's fist. ) O-oh, you're too good at this.
( It isn't even hamming it up for the sake of it, he is good, leaving Wen Kexing sex drunk and wanting. )
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Good boy, you're such a good boy for me ...
[ No longer is Wen Kexing getting his cock stroked, all of Xichen's attention is on fucking him where he wants it and getting that pretty slack-jawed look back on that face. ]
You're doing so well, sweet thing. Can you come like this? Come untouched? Good boy, let me see you do it.
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( He protests for the sake of it, dizzy with the sudden shifting of gravity. Lan Xichen is a steady, heavy weight against him and Wen Kexing grabs for him again, raking his nails down a well-muscled back, his own arching, throat exposed. )
You're too cocky.
( He isn't, or at least, Lan Xichen the skills to back it up, pounding his hips with a steady rhythm that has Wen Kexing jolting with each thrust. There's something about him that has his nerves all sizzling, blood rushing inside of his body, breathing frantic. Lan Xichen is like every good meal, or strong drink, he sits inside with molten warmth, and it's so much, it's too much, breaking forth more panting, desperate demands. ) Fuck, harder.
( He is close. He could come from this, he thinks. It makes him lean up, catch the other man's mouth in a biting kiss, overwhelmed. )
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[ His words are a low rumble beside Wen Kexing's ear as Xichen fucks him harder as requested, making the expensive bed creak. He adores him, kissing all over his already-marked neck as that tight hole clenches so obediently around his cock, trying to milk him into coming too: but not yet.
He bends Wen Kexing's leg higher, splays it to the side to allow Xichen's cock to drive further into that ass and make Wen Kexing bulge at the navel, a satisfied growl melting by his much-abused ear. ]
Always such a good boy for me in this bed ...
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You fill me up so well.
( He bites at his bottom lip, plush pink going white, frantic breathing raggedly muffled. )
Ah, sweet thing, you -. ( His cock twitches, pulses. ) Moving me like you want, fucking me like you want, you like it, don't you?