[ As Wen Kexing battles with Xichen's belts he can't help sharing his amused smile and pets his way down to a pair of thighs so he won't get in the way of all his robes being undone. He leans into every touch, starved for it, and his nails dig in when his neck is worked over with a kiss, head tipping back on a sigh that sounds like relief.
Gods above, he's harder than he usually gets on the rare occasions he takes care of that particular problem. It's not like he's married or doing any good by touching himself so it has a tinge of shamefulness attached, not something he thinks anyone should feel. With Wen Kexing riding him through his pleated pants, dragged in and guided by Xichen's grip on his thighs, the stiff line of his cock finds a home under the seat of his lover and he bucks harder, giving him a reason to hold on. ]
You're over-dressed.
[ If only Xichen had the self-control to stop trying to fuck Wen Kexing through their clothes and could fix that, but he isn't sure he does. ]
But, because he is a kind and generous person, he abandons Lan Xichen's robes to lean back again, working on his own. With every impatient little movement it brings a delicious kind of friction that has his stomach swooping, grin caught between his own teeth as his sash joins the one on the floor. His robes aren't half as unwieldy, made for vanity rather than anything else. The outer one gets shrugged off, and tossed aside, the others half-following. One pale shoulder gets bared, and Wen Kexing flutters his eyelashes like a courtesan in Lan Xichen's direction, striking a pose from his seat in the other man's lap. )
Be good, I'll make it worth your while.
( It's less chastising than he intends, the two of them in disarray but no closer to actually being naked. Wen Kexing seemingly abandons doing anything other than loosening his robes in impish promiscuity to start undoing Lan Xichen's own, the same biting kiss to the same spot at his throat and then another, lower, teeth nipping at his collarbone while wide hands slip underneath fabric. )
Have you done this before?
( Flirtation aside, he had heard all the Lan were prudish to a fault. But his question doesn't come across as judgemental, not when he's tweaking a lovely nipple in punctuation, tongue tracing the dip at his clavicle. )
[ Those fluttering lashes as thin inner robes slip off Wen Kexing's shoulder, the way he always looks so pretty, mischievous without being insincere ... Lucky no one tied him down before I could have a taste, thinks Xichen. His cock twitches and he bucks up when a bite mauls his throat again, the threat of bruising that he might not heal with his golden core becoming a tempting one although he will have to because none of this is supposed to be happening. On that note, ]
I'm the First Jade.
[ As much of an answer as anything, to him. However, after dealing with emotional trauma that almost broke his spirit, he doesn't see any value to keeping his body pristine either. There are cracks through his soul like a mended piece of pottery, never mind how flawless his pale skin and dark hair is. It means so little to him now and Wen Kexing is a formidable force of nature, there's no way Xichen could bear to miss out on loving him, even for just a night. Or three.
Ties are undone, Xichen mapping out a waist and sliding lower to trace hips with his thumbs, exploring Wen Kexing's skin with simmering intrigue. Xichen touches him everywhere but his cock, pleated pants pooling around the vision on his lap to make Wen Kexing look somehow even more debauched. A groan breaks past his red-bitten lips as his chest is toyed with, rutting up to insistently fuck behind the swell of clothed balls, there, he wants to feel how hot he is there.
A sweeter name slips out as he nuzzles the soft hair by Wen Kexing's temple. ]
( The admission doesn't startle him, the nickname does. He has not been called that in a long, long time, not since he forbade Luo Fumeng from using it the moment his body started willowing beyond it's then sapling state. It was a kindness he didn't need, a sweetness he couldn't want. And so he looks at him for a breath, mouth parted before Wen Kexing lets it go with a shudder and moves his hands to cup Lan Xichen's face between his palms. If he were a better man, a kinder man, he'd make his excuses and leave. Wen Kexing is not the kind of person who should be given things. But Lan Xichen isn't the first virgin he's bedded, he presumably won't be the last, and the want is stronger than the guilt. )
Sweet.
( Wen Kexing kisses him again in response, a lingering, desperate press of lips. He's more than a little tempted to keep grinding down, to see if he can make the pristine first jade of Lan spill in his trousers like a much younger man. It would amuse him, he thinks, a nice little memory to tuck away. But no, he wants this to last. And so he moves carefully back across his jaw, down the column of his throat, his hands parting the layers of blue robes as he works so he can duck further and take that poor abused nipple between his lips. He sucks light, once, then harder, teeth grazing. His thumb rubs circles over the other one, and then he's moving to it too, giving it the same treatment. He changes his weight to his knees, shifting so the curtain of his hair drags over the bare, muscled skin of Lan Xichen's stomach. )
Let's start with this then - ( A hand, cleverly sneaking beneath too many strewn layers to cup Lan Xichen through his trousers. Wen Kexing's smile sharpens, when he bucks up against the cage of his fingers, a melodic hum in response. ) - Help me get all of this off, mm? Good boy.
The abuse of a nipple has him sinking his fingers into that hair so he can watch him work even as his own chest heaves under the rougher attention. Xichen leans back on a bent arm to fully enjoy the sight Wen Kexing makes mouthing his way down his body, arching up in a wave as the tickle of long hair flirts with his bare skin, sensitive to everything. Good boy gets a look from underneath his long lashes, a warning as much of a tease. The praise is appreciated but he is absolutely going to reverse it back at some point, don't think he won't.
He loses a sense of who he is when his cock, now eight and a half inches of aching need, is palmed like a toy because fuck.
Fabric shreds as he yanks off the sleeves still hanging on his own shoulders, ignored in favour of next hastily untying his trousers. That done, he starts to (with mildly more care) undress what's left on Wen Kexing, abdomen tensing lean muscles when Xichen can't bear not to kiss him and sits back up to do just that, tilting Wen Kexing's chin with two fingers as he plants an affectionate smooch on those cute pouty lips. ]
Huan. My name is Lan Huan.
[ Zewu-Jun belongs somewhere down the mountain with his paperwork. ]
the next person who gets in the way of me writing is getting dropkicked 😡
( A noise comes unbidden at the sudden tearing of fabric, a small, strangled hum of sound. It is ... unfairly arousing, fastidious care thrown aside in favour of want. Having it aimed Wen Kexing's way entirely has all the blood inside of him rush south, arousal straining beneath the fabric of his trousers. And with whatever thought he might have had summarily fled from his brain at the display of strength, he lets himself be indulgently kissed for a long, lingering moment. )
A-Huan, then?
( Because turnabout is fair play after all. The name gets murmured against lips either way before Wen Kexing remembers himself and wriggles, grasping both wrists in his hands to pin them firmly to the bed. He grins a little again, face flushed and his eyes sparkling, thumb stroking across the bones in Lan Xichen's wrist. ) Be nice to me, A-Huan. I haven't seen a sight quite this bright in a long time, you should let me look.
( His lecherous gaze is as heavy as a touch, taking in the sight before him. There's a notable strain in the musculature of Lan Xichen's body, excitement warring just beneath the surface. Wen Kexing leans down to bite one of his stupidly perfect abs in retaliation to some unknown slight, the curve of his grin pressed against the skin there. And then he's moving again, shifting further down the bed so he can kneel between the Chief Cultivator's thighs, spreading them wide with his own. The sheer size of his him is obvious through the thin fabric and Wen Kexing hums, trailing his fingers teasingly up the length of it. He takes pity, after a second, easing the trousers down Lan Xichen's hips far enough that his cock is freed, his hand immediately wrapping around the sizeable base to keep it steady. )
Oh, now I see why you have to wear all those layers. If people knew you were carrying around such a gleaming weapon you'd never get anything done.
( His voice is a little dazed, and he spares Lan Xichen a quick little glance from beneath his eyelashes before he unceremoniously ducks down to drag his tongue along the flushed head. )
ironically also xichen's reaction if they were interrupted
[ Be nice to me, Wen Kexing says, and Xichen thinks Very nice, I will be the nicest person you ever met as his pulse spikes and he obediently grips the bedsheets when his wrists are pinned. There he holds on as teeth nip at his abdomen and make him bark out a breathy laugh that morphs into a groan as Wen Kexing's feline smirk slides south. His thighs, which part with the same easy trust, tense up the moment he feels those elegant fingers trail down his cock and he visibly stops himself from closing his legs with a sharp gasp, clutching the bed in terse fists.
His ears and cheeks flood pink when teased and it takes everything in him not to reach for Wen Kexing's hair, wanting to feel its softness and hold onto him somehow in turn. But! He is being nice. Good, even. Any laughter about a gleaming weapon quickly becomes a choked noise in the back of his throat as a hot-wet tongue laves at him with brazen hunger, the precome beading at a slit swiped clean off as his hips squirm outside his control and cock twitches.
Xichen's lashes flutter on his rosy cheeks that match the entire lower half of his body. ]
ooc: so sorry this is so late! brain was not braining. it is, in fact, still not braining, so this might be an awful tag. pls forgive
( Oh, but he's a sight. Wen Kexing can't help but sneak a glance up at him, eagerly taking in the flushed length of his body through lowered eyelashes. Lan Xichen is a pretty, pretty picture, all quivering muscle and petal pink skin, restraint so beautifully shuddering at the edges. He looks like he could lose his mind so easily, and isn't that an appealing thought? To take apart a man so heavily reliant on being reserved by the mere cleverness of his hands and mouth. How Wen Kexing has gotten so lucky he's not sure, but he's certainly not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
-- Especially if he gets to bed someone hung like one. )
Mm, yes? I'm here.
( He grins again, quickfire fast before he repeats his earlier action. Lan Xichen is clean, but salty tasting, and Wen Kexing gives him an appreciative hum, wasting no time in taking the plump head of the other man's cock between his lips and letting it settle against his tongue. The eager twitch of it is flattering and certainly appealing, the very corner of Wen Kexing's mouth turning up before he refocuses on the task at hand. He suckles lightly, shifting a little further down the bed so he can rest on his elbows, Lan Xichen's legs pressed hot against his shoulders. It gives him something to rub his own aching erection against, rolling his hips lightly against the mattress as he takes more of the other man within the wet heat of his mouth. He's always liked this, the sheer thoughtlessness of putting himself to good use, and Lan Xichen is certainly enough that all his other background machinations are blissfully quiet. He's sinfully hot in the shelter of Wen Kexing's mouth, arousal pulsing when he hollows out his cheeks, sweet, noisy little gasps falling from above. He cannot help but reward all that sweetness, taking Lan Xichen as far as he can while he reaches out to squeeze lightly at his balls, the heavy weight blissful in the palm of his hand. )
( ooc: no apology needed, have some praise kink as a welcome back c: )
[ The quip has him snorting, ungainly from Xichen but he's reduced to less than his best manners. As soon as Wen Kexing descends on him with that wickedly good mouth he loses track of whatever he was going to say, moaning as his head tips back on a full-bodied arch to get closer. He controls himself a moment after, remembering not to thrust when Wen Kexing is so enthusiastic anyway, and gathers all that long hair to one side to keep it out of the other man's way ... and afford himself a better view of pretty red lips sliding up and down his length, slicking him up. It's methodical and mesmerising, then incredible as Wen Kexing's cheeks hollow and he really goes to town ...
Xichen's groans are punctured by hitched gasps, trying to keep his hips still so as not to choke Wen Kexing when his balls are teased. He bites his lip to keep in a curse and tightens his grip in Wen Kexing's hair to ever-so-slightly dare to push him down a bit further, wanting to see how much he can take. ]
How did you get so beautiful, hmm? You're such a good boy for me.
( He makes an agreeable noise in the back of his throat when Lan Xichen tightens his grip, an encouragement that gets noisily cut off at the praise. Wen Kexing shudders without meaning to, a full-bodied thing, heat flooding his cheeks. Later, after all of this is said and done, he's going to have to have a word with himself about appropriate reactions to praise, what with the way his cock pulses harder against the bed. Rolling his gaze up, he lets a half-hearted glare flicker across his face, hollowing his cheeks harder as if to suck Lan Xichen's very soul through his dick.
Wen Kexing hums as he takes him deeper, the fullness of him filling his mouth. Then he lets his cock slip into his cheek when he pulls back up, the shape of it prettily visible through his cheek. Usually he never truly cares to put on a show, but something about this makes the terribly vain part of him rear it's ugly little head. In punishment, because he's a petty, petty man and he wants to blame Lan Xichen for all the things he's discovering about himself, Wen Kexing scratches fingernails down his hip, trailing them to his inner thigh to pinch the soft, vulnerable skin there.
That doesn't mean he actually stops focusing on blowing him though, meanness aside. He dedicates himself to opening up around more of that thick length, far enough that the tip nudges the back of his throat. )
[ The glare he receives only makes his gaze warm with an indulgent smile, blinking down his body at the vision on his lap. He grunts as cheeks hollow even more and grips tighter at his handful of hair, just as a grateful response. He pets him right after, a breathy laugh escaping his chest as he watches Wen Kexing lewdly play and make a (very inspiring) spectacle of himself, begging silently for Xichen's attention with his mouth and nails; he gets it as Xichen uses his abdominal muscles to hold himself up and thumbs across that swell where his cock is being treated so, so well. His thumb catches on a lip where it rubs against his length, smearing slick spit across the same cheek as Xichen watches, rapt. A good boy but a filthy one, his Wen Kexing.
The nails raking pink lines along his inner thigh get the muscle there to tense, Xichen making a point of accepting the kittenish tantrum (even if he steadies his breathing as a result, shh). He has to catch himself back on a hand when Wen Kexing descends to deep-throat him, eliciting a loud moan from the sect leader who feels a throb go through him, base to tip. ]
A-Xing, get up here.
[ He has to kiss him before he goes mad or comes, one of the two. ]
( Wen Kexing swallows around him once more before he slowly, torturously pulls himself off of Lan Xichen's cock, letting it fall free from his mouth with a wet pop. He sighs, overly mournful, and then pets him instead as he takes a moment to catch his breath, the palm of his hand dragging down his length where it rests heavy against Lan Xichen's thigh. )
Mm? What's that? I was busy, I didn't quite hear you.
( There's something daringly playful about the way he doesn't move, resting languidly between Lan Xichen's thighs. Instead Wen Kexing uses his free hand to smooth down the tangles in his hair. The one still lightly petting the other man's cock makes a loose circle around the girth of it, thumb sliding over the slick head before he taps it lightly against his bottom lip in thoughtful contemplation. )
You'd get it up for me again, wouldn't you? ( Lightly, like offering something insignificant. ) You could spill down my throat.
[ There is something about Wen Kexing that demands to be lavished in attention and pushed around, which Xichen is finding hard to resist. He helps him smooth down his tangled locks and while that busy hand is encircling his cock with a nonchalant powerplay lipping over the thick head beading precome, he uses every ounce of self-control he still owns to sit forward and kiss the knuckles of that other hand. Softly, respectfully, lingering before he gives those long fingers a gentle squeeze. Saying yes would be all too easy, Wen Kexing deserves better. ]
I could. I want to very much, you've been extremely good at that.
[ He slides his hold to the back of a neck, sifting through soft hair to run his nails along a scalp and get Wen Kexing to look up if he will. Xichen is a mountain of simmering arousal, hard for him and brimming with an urgent affection that shows in his fond gaze and low voice. ]
But don't you want to come up here and kiss me, sweetheart?
( He's been called sweetheart before and taken badly to it. He's fairly certain he killed the last one who tried, an ill-advised informant that tried to flirt with him the minute his missive was passed along. He remembers the anger, bitter and burning, the darkness that lived in him swallowing anything else. People just weren't allowed, from thereon out. None of his usual bedfellows would have dared either way. And yet strangely, that old simmering rage is nowhere to be found when it is Lan Xichen all but purring the endearment, and Wen Kexing finds himself merely blinking once, cat like, before he's levering himself up. )
Ah, since you asked so nicely?
( He crawls his way back up Lan Xichen's body, muscles moving sinuously, his own cock hard and flushed between his legs. He pays it little mind in favour of unceremoniously crawling into the other man's lap, winding his arm around his neck to scratch lightly at his scalp again, weight heavy and firm against Lan Xichen's insistent arousal. )
Next time - ( Punctuated with another stinging bite of a kiss. ) - Next time I want you to fuck my face, mm?
[ Radiating happiness when Wen Kexing deigns to crawl right into his lap, he nods agreeably and kisses back with just as much amorous hunger, if not more from suppressing it. He squeezes at strong thighs, gets handfuls of a cute ass and kneads it as he drags him into a sensual grind, cock to cock where he finds he loves having this man gathered up so completely. ]
As you wish.
[ Next time, yes. He will keep his promise.
But for now he supports the curve of Wen Kexing's back and rises up to flip them in a controlled roll, ensuring the pillow is there for the back of an elegant neck. He knows, objectively, that no one else would be permitted to have so many graces afforded them in bed with this man and revels in it with playful delight, nosing at a cheek with a happy smile as if his dick isn't hard as hell where it grinds down and pins his beautiful lover to the bed. Xichen palms his way up impossibly soft thighs to split them further, humming approvingly as he takes his fill of him with slow caresses, knee to ass and back again with Wen Kexing's legs in the air. ]
May I have you this time, a-Xing? [ There will be others, he's hopeful, but he can't deny he wants to fuck him for hours, maybe until sunrise. ] Ah ... tonight, I mean.
[ Because it won't be just once and he wants to clarify that without making any assumptions. As much as he isn't thinking with his head, he's well-bred enough to still show his respect. ]
You'll find the oil we need in a vial under the pillow, if you say yes.
( He can't help the silly little squawk that falls from his lips when Lan Xichen all but manhandles him, putting that muscle he hides away to good use to get Wen Kexing on his back. Sadly he knows there's no way he can hide the sudden blooming heat in his face, nor the way his thighs squeeze around the other man's waist, knees digging in to keep him still, parting them only when he's prompted to. It's strange, and new, his body is not so usually urged by someone else. But with the way his cock is leaking where it's curved against his belly, and the wide-eyed arousal crossing his face he must surely have given himself away.
How easily played he is, oh he should be furious.
Because while Wen Kexing has a preference, Lan Xichen is all soothing strokes along his flank and he finds himself being seduced along with it, throat bobbing in a swallow as his fingers reach up to find the little vial, curving around it in a tight grip. He doesn't pull it free from beneath the pillow just yet, instead letting his free hand wrap around Lan Xichen's bicep, squeezing as his voice takes a thoughtful tone. )
You ask so nicely, but you're so wicked.
( Laughable, really. This Lan is anything but. But then Wen Kexing is tossing the oil to him, nudging Lan Xichen in the side with his heel, stretching his bare body out before him with a sigh. One eyebrow lifts, imperious. )
Do you know what you're doing? I do. You might have a better time of it if you let me do the work.
( It's not a no, he's already half convinced. It should worry him, the lack of concern he's currently feeling. Wen Kexing doesn't like to feel vulnerable. And yet --. )
[ The ways in which Wen Kexing cleaves to him with his hands and knees and heels is so incredibly endearing, it makes a dormant dragon behind his ribs rear its head and want to wrap all around him until Wen Kexing is being touched from every angle. He turns his head to drop a kiss on the grip on his arm as if surprised to find him holding on there, only levying his weight off him once the vial is tossed his way and settling to kneel in between those shapely legs that stretch out over the sheets like the graceful strokes from a calligraphy brush. ]
I'm a virgin, not ignorant.
[ There is an extensive library, after all. Not every forbidden technique of cultivation or document of knowledge is dry as dust or about committing evil acts (which made finding some discordant songs quite a simple task, once upon a time). Two oiled fingers slide down the length of Wen Kexing's cock, inquisitively rub the soft weight of his balls, and slip further to the inviting pink hole between his legs without fanfare or prelude as Xichen pushes one up and pets a knee to keep it there, spread wider in the process. He can't decide where he prefers to look, between those legs or at his pretty lover's flushed face. ]
It's alright, [ the imperiousness in Wen Kexing doesn't sound entirely as confident as Xichen suspects it is meant to, so he seeks to reassure him, ] I won't do anything you don't like. You're the boss.
[ As he pushes a long finger past a well-massaged rim, into heat. Oh. ]
( It's mild, as protests go, Wen Kexing throwing an arm over his eyes, aiming for indolent in all things. He makes a mental note to ask about that later, momentarily entertaining himself with the idea of a man like Lan Xichen perusing pornography with his serious, discerning face. The thought doesn't last, evaporating just as quickly when he feels cool, slick fingers pressing against muscle. It isn't entirely unpleasant either way, and he can't say he's not ... curious. It's just been a while since he'd last tried, is all, body clenching around the invasion even as he's willing himself to relax. )
Ha. ( A puff of sound, Wen Kexing shifting his arm to peer at Lan Xichen from under it. The rapt look on his face does wonders for his ego, and he finds himself darting a tongue out to lick his own, suddenly dry lips. ) You look --. ( The words fail to come but whatever it is, it certainly seems to appeal to Wen Kexing, who reaches out to grip the back of his own knee and pull it closer to his chest, giving Lan Xichen more room. The stretch isn't too bad after all, and he shifts a little helplessly, impatient, toes curling. ) You can use more oil, and mm, give me two. Don't be shy, those nice hands should be put to good use.
( And if Lan Xichen didn't want him babbling then he shouldn't have asked to fuck him. )
[ There are quite a few things he could say to describe the way Wen Kexing is a living work of art. Most of them die in his throat as he watches him ease down onto that digit and squirm, utterly gorgeous as he says something, cut off, about the way Xichen looks, and how sweet is that? The willingness to hike his own leg up has Xichen taking over to hold it there for him, pushing it higher with a force that can't be easily shoved off; Wen Kexing shouldn't have to do any of the work, not when Xichen delights in it.
Hasty, the way he uses more oil and sinks a second finger inside the molten grip of that ass, mindful of how to best curl his knuckles if it makes Wen Kexing moan or gasp a little more. ]
Good, a-Xing, you're so good for me. You look so beautiful like this.
[ His fingers substitute what he really wants to do and go a pace faster, fucking him open as Xichen rubs soft walls searching for the sweet spot he's read about. There? There. ]
You haven't let anyone do this in a long time, have you? Thank you so much, sweetheart, you're doing so well ...
( Lan Xichen could bend him in two and Wen Kexing would thank him. The thought has an hysterical little laugh bubbling up beneath his throat, but it turns into a bitten off moan when the other man brushes against something that has sparks blooming across his vision. He jerks beneath him, cock a throbbing hard line, smearing precome across his own belly as he clenches even harder around the fingers inside of him. How quickly he'd forgotten himself, how easily he'd given in. Ah, but that's a problem to work on another day, not for right now, with Wen Kexing rolling his hips against Lan Xichen's hand as though trying to take him deeper. )
Gods.
( Wen Kexing scrubs a hand over his face, eyes screwed shut as pleasure takes over, mouth pretty and open as he pants. )
Who are you? ( He sounds outraged, but it's belied by the fact that Wen Kexing reaches a hand up to pinch at his own nipple, a pleased groan following the furious question. Lan Xichen should not be figuring things out as quickly as he is, he absolutely should not be playing Wen Kexing like a finely tuned instrument. His thoughts are slow, but his mouth quicker, and so he throws all pretence to the wayside to thoughtlessly continue his murmuring demands. ) I should have known, - ah -, pretty things like you are always wicked. Another, give me another, if you want me to take that cock of yours you'll have to work harder. It's been long enough that I don't know if I can.
( A challenge, he thinks, teeth catching in his bottom lip as he shivers. )
[ Ah, yes. Right there. It's not an accident how he's sure to rub over a prostate on every other stroke inside that cinching body, bearing down as he hooks an elbow under that knee to keep it pinned and allow Xichen to lean down for a slow, lurid kiss all lips and tongue, hot and heavy like the way he fucks him on his fingers. Every eked out groan has Xichen obsessed and he sinks his teeth into a lower lip to get his attention, nipping. ]
Don't know if you can?
[ He kisses a messy line along Wen Kexing's jaw as a third finger stretches him open, the middle curving to flutter lightly over where he really likes it, and Xichen whispers hotly by an ear. ]
Absolutely not. He's drinking Meng Po soup the minute he returns back to the Ghost Valley because he cannot, in good conscious, let himself become a person that craves this. There's something exquisitely torturous about it, and Wen Kexing all but snarls against Lan Xichen's mouth in response, a hand blindly reaching out to grope along his chest, pinching in retaliation. )
Brute. ( There's very little actual admonishment in Wen Kexing's voice though, the word trailing off into wordless noise at the end either way. He feels too full, too warm, surrounded by Lan Xichen and his overly impressive stature. With a sigh, he falls back against the sheets more firmly, arching his back, turning his head to sink his teeth wordlessly into the meat of his own arm, not hard enough to break the skin but grounding in a way he needs. When he pulls away the skin is wet. ) Ah, there, there. You're a quick learner. I'll bet you'll be even more clever when you fuck me properly.
[ Wen Kexing may be the first person in existence to call Xichen a brute, making him smile against his neck as his huffy lover tries to pout his way out of the bed. Not so easily done when he's being treated like a princess having a tantrum for show, pinching and biting as he tries to make a point he just can't quite get behind. Xichen's not sure exactly how much longer he has the patience for foreplay but he does know they have a lot more oil, so after driving constant touches right over that spot again and again and again ...
The fingers slip free, leaving Wen Kexing bereft without warning, and Xichen kisses him properly to keep any indignant protests busy as he tips the oil over his aching cock. The first time he rubs the thick crown against that hole he feels conscious of how tight a fit it's going to be but that only makes him even more urgent in his need to fuck him and he pushes with a cant of his hips, steady pressure forcing Wen Kexing to take him. ]
Easy now, a-Xing. Use your lungs to breathe.
[ Instead of everything else. Xichen groans loudly, looking down at that beautiful face. He can hardly focus on anything but how it feels to press into Wen Kexing, only tethered to a sense of duty by the concerned dirty talk he hushes. ]
... That's it, oh. Come on, sweetheart, take the tip, that's right ... You're so perfect.
( Take the tip, he says, as if it wasn't a monumental stretch all on it's own. Wen Kexing swears under his breath, all other thoughts firmly swept aside as he wills his traitorous, trembling body to just relax. He's sweating, he realises distantly, damp between his shoulder blades and across the shivering muscles of his stomach, a sheen to match the blooming spread of pink. The act itself isn't painful, not really, but he wasn't lying when he said it had been a while. He rarely even takes the time to breach himself, on the days where idle arousal and boredom co-exist. The preference usually lacks, or the time, or maybe it's just that he can't, not when there are monsters waiting to kill him when showing even the slightest of vulnerabilities.
He's safe here though, insofar as he's safe anywhere, and so he allows himself the chance to feel it. )
Hngh.
( Remember when he was eloquent, no? Him either.
He bites at his bottom lip to stop himself from making any more stupid noises, but they still come with his breath, muffled things that sound too noisy to his own ears. Wen Kexing's hands slide down Lan Xichen's firm back, moving to grip him by the hips when he thrusts just a little bit too suddenly, nails digging in with hidden strength. The bruises might only last seconds but Lan Xichen deserves them, he thinks waspishly. Still, his next sound is a little mournful as the other man pulls away, those hands shifting to curve around his backside, tug him close again. He rolls his hips to take the next shallow thrust, mouth falling open with a gasp as they sink closer together. )
Ah. ( And then, because he's finally got his breath back, Wen Kexing drags his wet, hot mouth across the curve of Lan Xichen's jaw, up to his ear. ) More!
[ Xichen exerts more self-control than he might ever have used before, at no point during his life has he felt the desperate need to move and waited (what seems) so incredibly long (guilt-ridden masturbation sessions have nothing on this, it isn't even in the same realm of pleasure). The bruising grip on his hips halts him immediately, easing free, but then Wen Kexing is protesting and dragging him back with hands and legs and mouth alike.
He turns his head into those soft lips to steal a kiss brimming with banked passion and responds to being told More with a low rumble of agreement from the pit of his chest.
The first thrust that counts sinks a couple more inches of his cock into that tight heat and has him groaning under his breath, the tension across his shoulders and down his nail-raked back a testament to how mindful he's trying to be. Only, Wen Kexing feels incredible, soft and tight, and Xichen's dark gaze remains on him as he experimentally grinds in just as much as he's already fucked him open, not quite to the base yet. Even so, it has him obsessed with the beauty in his bed clamouring to his body which seeks to serve. ]
More?
[ Or is this enough for now as Wen Kexing is stretched, hips swaying to fuck him open to a steady pace? Xichen does as he's instructed, exactly, the trade-off for getting to fuck his sweet lover being one of (enthused) servitude. The grip on Xichen's hips has not been forgotten for how terse it was, albeit briefly, and he knows he's the inexperienced one ... so however Wen Kexing wants to take his cock, he can. ]
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[ As Wen Kexing battles with Xichen's belts he can't help sharing his amused smile and pets his way down to a pair of thighs so he won't get in the way of all his robes being undone. He leans into every touch, starved for it, and his nails dig in when his neck is worked over with a kiss, head tipping back on a sigh that sounds like relief.
Gods above, he's harder than he usually gets on the rare occasions he takes care of that particular problem. It's not like he's married or doing any good by touching himself so it has a tinge of shamefulness attached, not something he thinks anyone should feel. With Wen Kexing riding him through his pleated pants, dragged in and guided by Xichen's grip on his thighs, the stiff line of his cock finds a home under the seat of his lover and he bucks harder, giving him a reason to hold on. ]
You're over-dressed.
[ If only Xichen had the self-control to stop trying to fuck Wen Kexing through their clothes and could fix that, but he isn't sure he does. ]
Ahh ...
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( Pot, kettle.
But, because he is a kind and generous person, he abandons Lan Xichen's robes to lean back again, working on his own. With every impatient little movement it brings a delicious kind of friction that has his stomach swooping, grin caught between his own teeth as his sash joins the one on the floor. His robes aren't half as unwieldy, made for vanity rather than anything else. The outer one gets shrugged off, and tossed aside, the others half-following. One pale shoulder gets bared, and Wen Kexing flutters his eyelashes like a courtesan in Lan Xichen's direction, striking a pose from his seat in the other man's lap. )
Be good, I'll make it worth your while.
( It's less chastising than he intends, the two of them in disarray but no closer to actually being naked. Wen Kexing seemingly abandons doing anything other than loosening his robes in impish promiscuity to start undoing Lan Xichen's own, the same biting kiss to the same spot at his throat and then another, lower, teeth nipping at his collarbone while wide hands slip underneath fabric. )
Have you done this before?
( Flirtation aside, he had heard all the Lan were prudish to a fault. But his question doesn't come across as judgemental, not when he's tweaking a lovely nipple in punctuation, tongue tracing the dip at his clavicle. )
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I'm the First Jade.
[ As much of an answer as anything, to him. However, after dealing with emotional trauma that almost broke his spirit, he doesn't see any value to keeping his body pristine either. There are cracks through his soul like a mended piece of pottery, never mind how flawless his pale skin and dark hair is. It means so little to him now and Wen Kexing is a formidable force of nature, there's no way Xichen could bear to miss out on loving him, even for just a night. Or three.
Ties are undone, Xichen mapping out a waist and sliding lower to trace hips with his thumbs, exploring Wen Kexing's skin with simmering intrigue. Xichen touches him everywhere but his cock, pleated pants pooling around the vision on his lap to make Wen Kexing look somehow even more debauched. A groan breaks past his red-bitten lips as his chest is toyed with, rutting up to insistently fuck behind the swell of clothed balls, there, he wants to feel how hot he is there.
A sweeter name slips out as he nuzzles the soft hair by Wen Kexing's temple. ]
I gave a-Xing my first kiss, the rest follows.
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Sweet.
( Wen Kexing kisses him again in response, a lingering, desperate press of lips. He's more than a little tempted to keep grinding down, to see if he can make the pristine first jade of Lan spill in his trousers like a much younger man. It would amuse him, he thinks, a nice little memory to tuck away. But no, he wants this to last. And so he moves carefully back across his jaw, down the column of his throat, his hands parting the layers of blue robes as he works so he can duck further and take that poor abused nipple between his lips. He sucks light, once, then harder, teeth grazing. His thumb rubs circles over the other one, and then he's moving to it too, giving it the same treatment. He changes his weight to his knees, shifting so the curtain of his hair drags over the bare, muscled skin of Lan Xichen's stomach. )
Let's start with this then - ( A hand, cleverly sneaking beneath too many strewn layers to cup Lan Xichen through his trousers. Wen Kexing's smile sharpens, when he bucks up against the cage of his fingers, a melodic hum in response. ) - Help me get all of this off, mm? Good boy.
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The abuse of a nipple has him sinking his fingers into that hair so he can watch him work even as his own chest heaves under the rougher attention. Xichen leans back on a bent arm to fully enjoy the sight Wen Kexing makes mouthing his way down his body, arching up in a wave as the tickle of long hair flirts with his bare skin, sensitive to everything. Good boy gets a look from underneath his long lashes, a warning as much of a tease. The praise is appreciated but he is absolutely going to reverse it back at some point, don't think he won't.
He loses a sense of who he is when his cock, now eight and a half inches of aching need, is palmed like a toy because fuck.
Fabric shreds as he yanks off the sleeves still hanging on his own shoulders, ignored in favour of next hastily untying his trousers. That done, he starts to (with mildly more care) undress what's left on Wen Kexing, abdomen tensing lean muscles when Xichen can't bear not to kiss him and sits back up to do just that, tilting Wen Kexing's chin with two fingers as he plants an affectionate smooch on those cute pouty lips. ]
Huan. My name is Lan Huan.
[ Zewu-Jun belongs somewhere down the mountain with his paperwork. ]
the next person who gets in the way of me writing is getting dropkicked 😡
A-Huan, then?
( Because turnabout is fair play after all. The name gets murmured against lips either way before Wen Kexing remembers himself and wriggles, grasping both wrists in his hands to pin them firmly to the bed. He grins a little again, face flushed and his eyes sparkling, thumb stroking across the bones in Lan Xichen's wrist. ) Be nice to me, A-Huan. I haven't seen a sight quite this bright in a long time, you should let me look.
( His lecherous gaze is as heavy as a touch, taking in the sight before him. There's a notable strain in the musculature of Lan Xichen's body, excitement warring just beneath the surface. Wen Kexing leans down to bite one of his stupidly perfect abs in retaliation to some unknown slight, the curve of his grin pressed against the skin there. And then he's moving again, shifting further down the bed so he can kneel between the Chief Cultivator's thighs, spreading them wide with his own. The sheer size of his him is obvious through the thin fabric and Wen Kexing hums, trailing his fingers teasingly up the length of it. He takes pity, after a second, easing the trousers down Lan Xichen's hips far enough that his cock is freed, his hand immediately wrapping around the sizeable base to keep it steady. )
Oh, now I see why you have to wear all those layers. If people knew you were carrying around such a gleaming weapon you'd never get anything done.
( His voice is a little dazed, and he spares Lan Xichen a quick little glance from beneath his eyelashes before he unceremoniously ducks down to drag his tongue along the flushed head. )
ironically also xichen's reaction if they were interrupted
His ears and cheeks flood pink when teased and it takes everything in him not to reach for Wen Kexing's hair, wanting to feel its softness and hold onto him somehow in turn. But! He is being nice. Good, even. Any laughter about a gleaming weapon quickly becomes a choked noise in the back of his throat as a hot-wet tongue laves at him with brazen hunger, the precome beading at a slit swiped clean off as his hips squirm outside his control and cock twitches.
Xichen's lashes flutter on his rosy cheeks that match the entire lower half of his body. ]
A-Xing!
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( Oh, but he's a sight. Wen Kexing can't help but sneak a glance up at him, eagerly taking in the flushed length of his body through lowered eyelashes. Lan Xichen is a pretty, pretty picture, all quivering muscle and petal pink skin, restraint so beautifully shuddering at the edges. He looks like he could lose his mind so easily, and isn't that an appealing thought? To take apart a man so heavily reliant on being reserved by the mere cleverness of his hands and mouth. How Wen Kexing has gotten so lucky he's not sure, but he's certainly not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
-- Especially if he gets to bed someone hung like one. )
Mm, yes? I'm here.
( He grins again, quickfire fast before he repeats his earlier action. Lan Xichen is clean, but salty tasting, and Wen Kexing gives him an appreciative hum, wasting no time in taking the plump head of the other man's cock between his lips and letting it settle against his tongue. The eager twitch of it is flattering and certainly appealing, the very corner of Wen Kexing's mouth turning up before he refocuses on the task at hand. He suckles lightly, shifting a little further down the bed so he can rest on his elbows, Lan Xichen's legs pressed hot against his shoulders. It gives him something to rub his own aching erection against, rolling his hips lightly against the mattress as he takes more of the other man within the wet heat of his mouth. He's always liked this, the sheer thoughtlessness of putting himself to good use, and Lan Xichen is certainly enough that all his other background machinations are blissfully quiet. He's sinfully hot in the shelter of Wen Kexing's mouth, arousal pulsing when he hollows out his cheeks, sweet, noisy little gasps falling from above. He cannot help but reward all that sweetness, taking Lan Xichen as far as he can while he reaches out to squeeze lightly at his balls, the heavy weight blissful in the palm of his hand. )
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[ The quip has him snorting, ungainly from Xichen but he's reduced to less than his best manners. As soon as Wen Kexing descends on him with that wickedly good mouth he loses track of whatever he was going to say, moaning as his head tips back on a full-bodied arch to get closer. He controls himself a moment after, remembering not to thrust when Wen Kexing is so enthusiastic anyway, and gathers all that long hair to one side to keep it out of the other man's way ... and afford himself a better view of pretty red lips sliding up and down his length, slicking him up. It's methodical and mesmerising, then incredible as Wen Kexing's cheeks hollow and he really goes to town ...
Xichen's groans are punctured by hitched gasps, trying to keep his hips still so as not to choke Wen Kexing when his balls are teased. He bites his lip to keep in a curse and tightens his grip in Wen Kexing's hair to ever-so-slightly dare to push him down a bit further, wanting to see how much he can take. ]
How did you get so beautiful, hmm? You're such a good boy for me.
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( He makes an agreeable noise in the back of his throat when Lan Xichen tightens his grip, an encouragement that gets noisily cut off at the praise. Wen Kexing shudders without meaning to, a full-bodied thing, heat flooding his cheeks. Later, after all of this is said and done, he's going to have to have a word with himself about appropriate reactions to praise, what with the way his cock pulses harder against the bed. Rolling his gaze up, he lets a half-hearted glare flicker across his face, hollowing his cheeks harder as if to suck Lan Xichen's very soul through his dick.
Wen Kexing hums as he takes him deeper, the fullness of him filling his mouth. Then he lets his cock slip into his cheek when he pulls back up, the shape of it prettily visible through his cheek. Usually he never truly cares to put on a show, but something about this makes the terribly vain part of him rear it's ugly little head. In punishment, because he's a petty, petty man and he wants to blame Lan Xichen for all the things he's discovering about himself, Wen Kexing scratches fingernails down his hip, trailing them to his inner thigh to pinch the soft, vulnerable skin there.
That doesn't mean he actually stops focusing on blowing him though, meanness aside. He dedicates himself to opening up around more of that thick length, far enough that the tip nudges the back of his throat. )
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The nails raking pink lines along his inner thigh get the muscle there to tense, Xichen making a point of accepting the kittenish tantrum (even if he steadies his breathing as a result, shh). He has to catch himself back on a hand when Wen Kexing descends to deep-throat him, eliciting a loud moan from the sect leader who feels a throb go through him, base to tip. ]
A-Xing, get up here.
[ He has to kiss him before he goes mad or comes, one of the two. ]
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Mm? What's that? I was busy, I didn't quite hear you.
( There's something daringly playful about the way he doesn't move, resting languidly between Lan Xichen's thighs. Instead Wen Kexing uses his free hand to smooth down the tangles in his hair. The one still lightly petting the other man's cock makes a loose circle around the girth of it, thumb sliding over the slick head before he taps it lightly against his bottom lip in thoughtful contemplation. )
You'd get it up for me again, wouldn't you? ( Lightly, like offering something insignificant. ) You could spill down my throat.
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I could. I want to very much, you've been extremely good at that.
[ He slides his hold to the back of a neck, sifting through soft hair to run his nails along a scalp and get Wen Kexing to look up if he will. Xichen is a mountain of simmering arousal, hard for him and brimming with an urgent affection that shows in his fond gaze and low voice. ]
But don't you want to come up here and kiss me, sweetheart?
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Ah, since you asked so nicely?
( He crawls his way back up Lan Xichen's body, muscles moving sinuously, his own cock hard and flushed between his legs. He pays it little mind in favour of unceremoniously crawling into the other man's lap, winding his arm around his neck to scratch lightly at his scalp again, weight heavy and firm against Lan Xichen's insistent arousal. )
Next time - ( Punctuated with another stinging bite of a kiss. ) - Next time I want you to fuck my face, mm?
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As you wish.
[ Next time, yes. He will keep his promise.
But for now he supports the curve of Wen Kexing's back and rises up to flip them in a controlled roll, ensuring the pillow is there for the back of an elegant neck. He knows, objectively, that no one else would be permitted to have so many graces afforded them in bed with this man and revels in it with playful delight, nosing at a cheek with a happy smile as if his dick isn't hard as hell where it grinds down and pins his beautiful lover to the bed. Xichen palms his way up impossibly soft thighs to split them further, humming approvingly as he takes his fill of him with slow caresses, knee to ass and back again with Wen Kexing's legs in the air. ]
May I have you this time, a-Xing? [ There will be others, he's hopeful, but he can't deny he wants to fuck him for hours, maybe until sunrise. ] Ah ... tonight, I mean.
[ Because it won't be just once and he wants to clarify that without making any assumptions. As much as he isn't thinking with his head, he's well-bred enough to still show his respect. ]
You'll find the oil we need in a vial under the pillow, if you say yes.
[ Cheeky. ]
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How easily played he is, oh he should be furious.
Because while Wen Kexing has a preference, Lan Xichen is all soothing strokes along his flank and he finds himself being seduced along with it, throat bobbing in a swallow as his fingers reach up to find the little vial, curving around it in a tight grip. He doesn't pull it free from beneath the pillow just yet, instead letting his free hand wrap around Lan Xichen's bicep, squeezing as his voice takes a thoughtful tone. )
You ask so nicely, but you're so wicked.
( Laughable, really. This Lan is anything but. But then Wen Kexing is tossing the oil to him, nudging Lan Xichen in the side with his heel, stretching his bare body out before him with a sigh. One eyebrow lifts, imperious. )
Do you know what you're doing? I do. You might have a better time of it if you let me do the work.
( It's not a no, he's already half convinced. It should worry him, the lack of concern he's currently feeling. Wen Kexing doesn't like to feel vulnerable. And yet --. )
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I'm a virgin, not ignorant.
[ There is an extensive library, after all. Not every forbidden technique of cultivation or document of knowledge is dry as dust or about committing evil acts (which made finding some discordant songs quite a simple task, once upon a time). Two oiled fingers slide down the length of Wen Kexing's cock, inquisitively rub the soft weight of his balls, and slip further to the inviting pink hole between his legs without fanfare or prelude as Xichen pushes one up and pets a knee to keep it there, spread wider in the process. He can't decide where he prefers to look, between those legs or at his pretty lover's flushed face. ]
It's alright, [ the imperiousness in Wen Kexing doesn't sound entirely as confident as Xichen suspects it is meant to, so he seeks to reassure him, ] I won't do anything you don't like. You're the boss.
[ As he pushes a long finger past a well-massaged rim, into heat. Oh. ]
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( It's mild, as protests go, Wen Kexing throwing an arm over his eyes, aiming for indolent in all things. He makes a mental note to ask about that later, momentarily entertaining himself with the idea of a man like Lan Xichen perusing pornography with his serious, discerning face. The thought doesn't last, evaporating just as quickly when he feels cool, slick fingers pressing against muscle. It isn't entirely unpleasant either way, and he can't say he's not ... curious. It's just been a while since he'd last tried, is all, body clenching around the invasion even as he's willing himself to relax. )
Ha. ( A puff of sound, Wen Kexing shifting his arm to peer at Lan Xichen from under it. The rapt look on his face does wonders for his ego, and he finds himself darting a tongue out to lick his own, suddenly dry lips. ) You look --. ( The words fail to come but whatever it is, it certainly seems to appeal to Wen Kexing, who reaches out to grip the back of his own knee and pull it closer to his chest, giving Lan Xichen more room. The stretch isn't too bad after all, and he shifts a little helplessly, impatient, toes curling. ) You can use more oil, and mm, give me two. Don't be shy, those nice hands should be put to good use.
( And if Lan Xichen didn't want him babbling then he shouldn't have asked to fuck him. )
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Hasty, the way he uses more oil and sinks a second finger inside the molten grip of that ass, mindful of how to best curl his knuckles if it makes Wen Kexing moan or gasp a little more. ]
Good, a-Xing, you're so good for me. You look so beautiful like this.
[ His fingers substitute what he really wants to do and go a pace faster, fucking him open as Xichen rubs soft walls searching for the sweet spot he's read about. There? There. ]
You haven't let anyone do this in a long time, have you? Thank you so much, sweetheart, you're doing so well ...
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Gods.
( Wen Kexing scrubs a hand over his face, eyes screwed shut as pleasure takes over, mouth pretty and open as he pants. )
Who are you? ( He sounds outraged, but it's belied by the fact that Wen Kexing reaches a hand up to pinch at his own nipple, a pleased groan following the furious question. Lan Xichen should not be figuring things out as quickly as he is, he absolutely should not be playing Wen Kexing like a finely tuned instrument. His thoughts are slow, but his mouth quicker, and so he throws all pretence to the wayside to thoughtlessly continue his murmuring demands. ) I should have known, - ah -, pretty things like you are always wicked. Another, give me another, if you want me to take that cock of yours you'll have to work harder. It's been long enough that I don't know if I can.
( A challenge, he thinks, teeth catching in his bottom lip as he shivers. )
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Don't know if you can?
[ He kisses a messy line along Wen Kexing's jaw as a third finger stretches him open, the middle curving to flutter lightly over where he really likes it, and Xichen whispers hotly by an ear. ]
Then I'll make you.
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No.
Absolutely not. He's drinking Meng Po soup the minute he returns back to the Ghost Valley because he cannot, in good conscious, let himself become a person that craves this. There's something exquisitely torturous about it, and Wen Kexing all but snarls against Lan Xichen's mouth in response, a hand blindly reaching out to grope along his chest, pinching in retaliation. )
Brute. ( There's very little actual admonishment in Wen Kexing's voice though, the word trailing off into wordless noise at the end either way. He feels too full, too warm, surrounded by Lan Xichen and his overly impressive stature. With a sigh, he falls back against the sheets more firmly, arching his back, turning his head to sink his teeth wordlessly into the meat of his own arm, not hard enough to break the skin but grounding in a way he needs. When he pulls away the skin is wet. ) Ah, there, there. You're a quick learner. I'll bet you'll be even more clever when you fuck me properly.
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The fingers slip free, leaving Wen Kexing bereft without warning, and Xichen kisses him properly to keep any indignant protests busy as he tips the oil over his aching cock. The first time he rubs the thick crown against that hole he feels conscious of how tight a fit it's going to be but that only makes him even more urgent in his need to fuck him and he pushes with a cant of his hips, steady pressure forcing Wen Kexing to take him. ]
Easy now, a-Xing. Use your lungs to breathe.
[
Instead of everything else.Xichen groans loudly, looking down at that beautiful face. He can hardly focus on anything but how it feels to press into Wen Kexing, only tethered to a sense of duty by the concerned dirty talk he hushes. ]... That's it, oh. Come on, sweetheart, take the tip, that's right ... You're so perfect.
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He's safe here though, insofar as he's safe anywhere, and so he allows himself the chance to feel it. )
Hngh.
( Remember when he was eloquent, no? Him either.
He bites at his bottom lip to stop himself from making any more stupid noises, but they still come with his breath, muffled things that sound too noisy to his own ears. Wen Kexing's hands slide down Lan Xichen's firm back, moving to grip him by the hips when he thrusts just a little bit too suddenly, nails digging in with hidden strength. The bruises might only last seconds but Lan Xichen deserves them, he thinks waspishly. Still, his next sound is a little mournful as the other man pulls away, those hands shifting to curve around his backside, tug him close again. He rolls his hips to take the next shallow thrust, mouth falling open with a gasp as they sink closer together. )
Ah. ( And then, because he's finally got his breath back, Wen Kexing drags his wet, hot mouth across the curve of Lan Xichen's jaw, up to his ear. ) More!
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He turns his head into those soft lips to steal a kiss brimming with banked passion and responds to being told More with a low rumble of agreement from the pit of his chest.
The first thrust that counts sinks a couple more inches of his cock into that tight heat and has him groaning under his breath, the tension across his shoulders and down his nail-raked back a testament to how mindful he's trying to be. Only, Wen Kexing feels incredible, soft and tight, and Xichen's dark gaze remains on him as he experimentally grinds in just as much as he's already fucked him open, not quite to the base yet. Even so, it has him obsessed with the beauty in his bed clamouring to his body which seeks to serve. ]
More?
[ Or is this enough for now as Wen Kexing is stretched, hips swaying to fuck him open to a steady pace? Xichen does as he's instructed, exactly, the trade-off for getting to fuck his sweet lover being one of (enthused) servitude. The grip on Xichen's hips has not been forgotten for how terse it was, albeit briefly, and he knows he's the inexperienced one ... so however Wen Kexing wants to take his cock, he can. ]
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