( He squirms when Lan Xichen sits up, his arms winding around the broad shape of his shoulders, tugging lightly on his hair once more as he dissolves easily into the heat of the kiss. The angle is better, and so he turns sweeter, trailing the column of Lan Xichen's throat without teeth, tongue lapping over the marks he'd left before. Wen Kexing makes a small, high noise when knuckles drag against his cock - the tip so wet he thinks he's practically dripping, a bitten off curse that has him dragging his nails down over the other man's back, the shape of his muscles, digging in helpless and greedy. )
O-oh? Can you?
( Grasping at confidence, or maybe it's the challenge of it, but Wen Kexing fucks up into his fist with mindless enjoyment, chasing the high of it all. His thighs burn with the exertion, his chest heaving with the effort of breathing. He rides Lan Xichen like he has something to prove, the noise of their bodies meeting growing hard and fast. His teeth catch on an earlobe, tug impatiently before breathless words get tucked close. )
Does A-Huan like this? ( He clenches tight, slowing down the pace with a filthy roll of his hips. ) Is it good? Does he want to come inside?
[ As much as he vies for control and is comfortable wielding it, there's a wealth of experience to Wen Kexing that Xichen can't rival once his lover starts visibly enjoying himself so close and he digs his nails into those flawless hips. He has to tip his head back for a moment to breathe as he's ridden so well, eyes dark under lowered lashes when he returns to kiss the coyness off those pretty lips with an impatient roughness he hasn't exhibited so far. ]
Yes.
[ Wen Kexing is squeezing around Xichen's cock and it wrings a low groan out of him, precome spilling hot against those tight walls. Obscene. He takes a fistful of Wen Kexing's hair to pull his head back, tongue lapping possessively over his pulse to taste the sweat there as Xichen grinds up to meet him, wrist flicking faster over the needy cock in his other hand (mostly to get revenge). ]
If I don't come in you, I might die. You're so perfect.
( Wen Kexing makes an encouraging noise against Lan Xichen's mouth when he kisses him, pleased by the bite in it, the edges of propriety fraying around them. It's too good, almost, the heat of it, the need of it, the way he can feel the other man's cock give a valiant little twitch deep inside when Wen Kexing clenches down. ) Mm, good, twist your wrist just like that. ( Every word is edged with a frantic breath, fractured through with lust. It feels so good. When Lan Xichen yanks his head back, Wen Kexing lets out a desperate little laugh of arousal, eyes half-lidded, pulse jumping under his tongue. ) There you are.
( A groan, Wen Kexing desperately bouncing in his lap, his cock sliding hot and heavy inside the cage of Lan Xichen's fingers. He bows his back, one hand braced against the other man's knee, his palm slick with sweat. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he gives him another, wicked little smile, biting his bottom lip between his teeth before letting it pop free again. )
I want you to. I want you to come so deep inside I'll feel it for hours after. ( He's babbling, instinct. As though if he talks then Lan Xichen can't play dirty. ) You feel so wonderful, you're doing so well.
[ The way Wen Kexing is bouncing, gods above ... Xichen has to close his eyes so they don't roll back, screwing them shut and chasing his orgasm with a gorgeous, willing lover taking his cock like it isn't the slightest problem but a gift. He makes sure he gives a little twist around the sticky tip (Wen Kexing is so adorably wet for him) on every other stroke, and nuzzles at the join of his neck.
His voice is a rumble as he mouths the words there. ]
What makes you think, ah ... [ toogoodtoogoodtoogood, ] that we won't be doing this for hours?
[ The rush of white-hot sensation nearly takes him off-guard as he comes, tipping Wen Kexing back to the sheets so he can drive in hard as he spills deep inside that welcoming body, filling him up with molten splashes of come at the same moment Xichen pins him down with a bite to the shoulder. Shuddering tension takes hold of every part of him, muscles taut where he looms, and the only sounds he makes are loud, panting gasps after the deed, hips sinuously grinding in. ]
( Wen Kexing cannot help the murmuring, wordless sounds of encouragement that fall from his lips as Lan Xichen comes. The teeth in his shoulder have a delicious, hot ache pulsing through his body, an echo of the almost endless amount of release that fills him up inside. He would be impressed, if he weren't busily chasing the finality of his own arousal. Carelessly, artlessly, his hand drops between their bodies, fingers winding around Lan Xichen's own as he tightens their joint grip, less silent than the man beneath him now. )
You did so well. Good boy, sweet thing.
( A helpless murmur, with every rock of their bodies Wen Kexing gives a desperate hiccup of noise, knees pressing too tight into Lan Xichen's side. He pushes him back against the mattress with a palm to his shoulder, leaning in to kiss him greedily behind the sweeping curtain of his hair, eyes dark when they part, unfocused with hazy pleasure. )
Oh, you came so much. ( He sounds strangely delighted, the noise of their bodies wetter, more obscene. His fingers twitch against Lan Xichen's own where he's still guiding him into stroking his cock, faster and firmer now. His mouth drags damp and warm against skin, breathless. ) You're going to make spill, aren't you? A-Huan made promises, and he's been so good to me. Just a little more.
[ Lan Xichen doesn't know how Wen Kexing wasn't overrun with suitors when he first saw him because he surely ought to be. The lewd words pouring over him have his skin prickling pleasantly, kissing the curve of a neck as he's pushed onto his back only to swap that prize for the softest lips he could have imagined, gazing up in the golden aftermath of orgasm. ]
Your a-Huan did make promises, didn't he?
[ As he feels a hand guiding his own over that neglected length he starts pumping it in earnest with the slick pressure of his palm, but that's not all. Still hard, cock throbbing with a surge of desire that might just be his own rapid heartbeat, he digs his heels into the bed and moves anew with shorter thrusts to find the one spot that got his lover gagging for it before, pushing down on the curve of his back so there's no hope of Wen Kexing doing anything but taking a firm, single-minded fucking, never leaving him empty as come eases the way now too and spills down blushing thighs.
Xichen's breathing is shallow, framed with a smile as he traps Wen Kexing against him to be railed hard and have his pretty cock jerked off at the same time, not a sign of tiring in the Lan beneath. ]
( How is he still hard? What magic does the Lan Clan possess that has their men bestowed with stallion strength? Wen Kexing has half a mind to ask if it's only Lan Xichen possessed with such a power, or if Gods forbid, the one with the beard is fucking people silly too, but then the other man gets his strength back under him and begins thrusting in a way that has Wen Kexing's brain rattled around out of his head, thoughts all shaken loose.
Don't ask him his own name, he doesn't know.
With a moan that is low and filthy, his mouth drags a wet smear against Lan Xichen's shoulder, coordination long gone now he's being fucked within an inch of his life. Wen Kexing makes a garbled, wordless sound, nails sharp and digging in to whatever muscle mass he can find, his whole body shuddering. )
Ah, ah, ah!
( It doesn't take long, not at all, one thrust, two, and then Wen Kexing's whole body seizes up sharply, cock twitching against Lan Xichen's broad fingers. He comes with a spurt, sharp release against well defined muscle, helpless wail barely muffled against the curve of a throat. )
[ Everything he is gears toward making this exquisite for Wen Kexing, helping him come until it spills all over Xichen's belly in a hot splash and the body around him tightens like a throbbing vice, making him gasp along with that wailing cry. He kisses his hair and shoulder, petting the lovely curve of a spine where it swells into an ass, soothing along that dip as he holds him during the immediate afterglow. A-Xing, a-Xing ... Whispering praise, he replays the sight, sounds and feel of that orgasm in the back of his minds eye, committing it to memory.
In order to clean them up a little he raises his hand from between their bodies to lick off the spend there, finding it more bitter than he would like but preferring it solely because it's Wen Kexing's. He absolutely ignores the way his cock twitches inside that soft heat as a result. ]
( Lan Xichen gets a blurry eyed once over, another little shudder as he licks the come from his fingers. It's a lot to process, his head blissfully quiet of all machinations, body sore and still shivering through the aftershocks of arousal. Wen Kexing rubs his cheek against Lan Xichen's shoulder like a cat, before pushing himself back up to his knees, humming weakly at the feeling of his cock still inside him. In a moment it will become uncomfortable, he'll want to be clean, but he lets himself linger in the feeling of a good fucking for a little longer than with his usual paramours. )
Oh, I get it now. ( Faux accusatory, even though his voice has gone quieter. ) You're a huli-jing. I'm on to you, don't think I'm not.
( He pulls himself off Lan Xichen, running a hand over his cheek placatingly, thumb caressing the curve of his bottom lip. His own expression twitches slightly, at the feeling of the man's spend leaking from him, but then he's offering another little smile, sweetly pleased. ) Give me a minute, you beast.
[ As Wen Kexing nuzzles his shoulder, Xichen rubs his cheek in soft hair and enjoys a brief respite in his arms. After his lover creakily eases free Xichen flops on his side and props his head up on a hand, hair a mess as he watches him fuss; the sight of come dripping down those fair thighs makes him slump further, sprawled languidly with his cock still hard. He looks every bit like a satisfied dragon, let alone a fox spirit. ]
If you need some time to keep up, take as much as you need. I'm not going anywhere.
( He eyes him half wary, half still interested, falling easily into an affected air of disgruntled. Lan Xichen came, that evidence is currently coating Wen Kexing's inner thighs in ample qualities. He shouldn't still be hard, and yet. ) Oh, don't cajole me. ( Fussy, even though he's leaning over to stroke a fingertip up the length, curiosity sharp-edged, swollen bottom lip pulled between his own teeth. ) We're not all virgins, or ah - I took care of that, didn't I?
( Wicked grin thrown almost childishly out, as Wen Kexing stretches languid, flopping on to his back. The bed is already a state, and he hums, a hand on his stomach before he glances sidelong again, lingering on the slick red shape of Lan Xichen's cock. )
Ah, pitiful. You can fuck my thighs, if you'd like. But you're cleaning up after. Take responsibility.
( He rolls to his side, facing away. It's the same show of trust as letting himself be fucked is, but he pretends it's easy, stretching once more with a hum, spine cracking. Muscles shift underneath lightly scarred skin, but he makes no move to hide those either. How easily he's dropped his defences, or maybe better yet, how Lan Xichen slipped beneath them. ) Well?
[ Wen Kexing will find himself sliding backwards as Xichen loops an arm around his middle and drags him to meet his front, burying a kiss in the curve of his shoulder with a happy, low hum. ]
It's going to become a problem, [ laughter lingers in the pit of his chest as he slides his aching cock between those soft, muscled thighs and starts to fuck a wet line right underneath Wen Kexing's spent balls, ] how often the sect leader disappears to take care of you.
[ He runs his hand up that bare chest to tweak a nipple, sliding to the next to give it the same treatment. Wen Kexing is his guest first, yes, but Xichen wants to spoil him rotten beyond that, purring as he mouths kisses over a neck. ]
I'll fill you a bath of snowdrops, find you the softest robes ...
( He makes a noise when Lan Xichen pulls him back, birdlike in his surprise, but squeezes his thighs tight together obediently either way. The flush of arousal that had been fading is quick to bloom back to life and so he buries his face in a pillow, words muffled. )
I'm very expensive, and demanding. You should know that first. ( He's needy, Wen Kexing knows himself well enough to be aware of that. If he allows that part free who knows what he'll ask for? Better to joke about it instead. He can have tonight at least. And this still all so filthy, he can hear Lan Xichen's cock sliding between the spend and sweat across his thighs, his own breathing quickened once more. Wen Kexing throws a hand back to grip Lan Xichen by the hip, his eyes closed. ) Isn't there - ah - a rule against greed here? I'll break it.
[ There's a not inconsequential fortune behind the Lans, humble though their sect is. If Xichen feels like living a little, like Wangji, and throwing some gold at keeping Wen Kexing happy, then he absolutely will. He rocks between those beautifully soft thighs and a groan melts into Wen Kexing's skin on his shoulder, biting down as hard as Xichen dares when there will already be marks if they don't choose to remove them. Faint bruises are already blooming all over that lovely swanlike neck, inflaming him further. He can't be blamed for finding Wen Kexing irresistible! It's impossible not to.
He teases at a nipple, tracing circles around the rosy blush before pinching. Rules? Xichen kisses them all down Wen Kexing's neck, hips thrusting to feel as much of him as possible. ]
Do not be greedy. Do not indulge in pleasure. Do not encourage debauchery. Do not wallow in luxury ... [ Cock twitching, precome slathers those thighs even further as Xichen pushes Wen Kexing forward, nearly covering him as he uses him with obsessive desire to get closer to a second climax. ] Behave yourself ...
( It sounds like an awful way to live, and one Wen Kexing is fairly familiar with. Is it any wonder that, when traversing the human world, Wen Kexing becomes frivolous, prone to gluttony, excessive in his desires? He had spent so long starving, after all, and that first hint of freedom had been heady and possessive. He wonders, briefly, sluggishly, if that is the same for Lan Xichen? A cage is a cage is a cage, no matter the glittering bars, and the way he touches Wen Kexing now is like he's barely containing that same dark hunger. )
Fuck that.
( The crassness, the vehemence, surprises himself, the end of the exclamation hitched with a particularly firm thrust, Wen Kexing's poor spent cock giving a valiant little twitch. He could get hard again, he thinks, letting the burn of arousal warm him up from the inside. It doesn't matter if he does or not though, there's still something enjoyable about the way Lan Xichen moulds him to chase something he has never allowed himself before. )
What's the point in living - ( He continues, words ragged, lust edged. ) - what's the point if you can't - hn - enjoy things? There isn't one.
[ Wet kisses mouth hotly behind Wen Kexing's ear and down his neck, interspersed with heated bites as Xichen worships the man in his arms. He hums, agreeing without directly renouncing years of discipline, and lapses into the present with a determined desire to have Wen Kexing as many times as he can before sunrise. That decided, he hooks an elbow under Wen Kexing's knee and lifts it higher, allowing the tip of his cock to nudge at that sloppy, tight entrance. ]
Let me enjoy you again, hm? Sweetheart, you did this to me. Take responsibility.
[ They could be polite words, a request over tea with pure intentions. The rub of a thick tip tries to press in, only held back by Xichen waiting for permission, but he's already been inside him and wants so badly to see Wen Kexing's belly swollen with proof of being fucked again that he's willing to wait. He would, anyway, but especially for this. Xichen purrs in the crook of a neck, a large warm presence at Wen Kexing's back. ]
A-Xing was so beautiful when he came ... I need you, darling. Only you.
( Half a laugh, cut off with a groan as the head of Lan Xichen's cock slides sweetly over his rim. Wen Kexing makes a noise in return, almost thoughtful, shifting his hips slightly so that it rubs over the ring of muscle again. )
I've never taken responsibility for anything in my life.
( A lie, meant to tease. He has a whole heap of duties, all of which he's ignoring in favour of getting fucked to within an inch of his life. ) I thought I was supposed to be the insatiable one. ( It's heady, the power of it going straight to his dick. If Wen Kexing knew what an ego boost seducing sect leaders happened to be, he might have tried so years ago. ) All right, you beast. Do what you want.
[ A happy kiss is planted behind Wen Kexing's ear as Xichen nuzzles in, hugging him briefly before sliding a hand down to guide his cock back inside that welcoming heat. It's not as difficult as the first time but there's still resistance and, although he gets halfway this time without much of a pause, instead of asking if Wen Kexing is alright he instead bites down on the shoulder before him to cause a distraction and rocks in further, snug to the thick base. The slick of oil and come helps a lot, even if the delicious squeeze of that body can never be fully eased; he loves that, he's discovering.
Kissing the bite in apology, Xichen nuzzles in again and takes Wen Kexing's cock in a loose fist, teasing the tip. ]
( Oh, that definitely does something for Wen Kexing. The teeth in his shoulder smart a little, but instead of being affronted he lets out a full bodied moan, squeezing helplessly around Lan Xichen's cock, fingers digging into his forearm as he meets the cage of that hand with a roll of his hips. It hasn't even been more than a handful of minutes, but the sheer size of Lan Xichen still steals his breath away, and he closes his eyes with only a grunt of response, shuddering all over. )
You -- your fault.
( Has anyone told him he blushes before? Probably not. Presumably the men he beds wouldn't dare. But there's a vain part of him that likes it, that Lan Xichen is paying enough attention to note it, and to talk of it like it's something worthy of that. )
Maybe you inspire something in me, A-Huan. ( Sheer, unmistakeable lust. ) Whose blood wouldn't rise to the occasion - ah?
[ Wen Kexing has inadvertently walked into a land of monks with extremely high sex-drives and now he has to pay the consequences, the sect leader plastered at his back fucking him steadily and stroking his pretty cock to make sure each thrust that doesn't nudge that sweet spot inside (and most do even by accident, Xichen is not small) still feels incredibly good. Once he's sure Wen Kexing is nice and hard, he pets over the bulge in a navel whenever he thrusts in, moaning low against Wen Kexing's shoulder as he watches the obscenely fascinating sight and sorts through mixed feelings (fantasies) of having such a beautiful husband swollen and withchild.
These are all things he does not think it appropriate to say, not even in bed, so all he can do is tell his lover how beautiful he is, how radiant each time Xichen fucks him deep, the elbow hooked under a knee spreading Wen Kexing further so he can be fucked faster. ]
( He shudders, when Lan Xichen pulls his leg higher, manipulating his body so he can be fucked deeper, faster. His toes curl, stomach clenching with each cruel thrust, - he'll come faster this time he's sure of it, and he briefly wonders if he should worry for the state of his stamina before deciding that no, nobody could hope to hold on in the face of Lan Xichen and his beast of a cock. Wen Kexing himself is not a small man, not by any consideration, his own member matches him quite well in that it follows the general shape of his long, willowy body. But he certainly doesn't have the same girth, nor the same persistence.
It's horribly wonderful, and Wen Kexing is very, very sure he's fucked, both physically and metaphorically. He absolutely is not complaining. )
Will it sate you, this time? ( He murmurs, tone going airy and sultry, Wen Kexing rocking his hips back down as best as he can when really he's at Lan Xichen's mercy like this. ) Poor boy, you're so worked up.
[ A breathless laugh ghosts over Wen Kexing's shoulder, nuzzling affectionately. He rubs around the tip of his lover's newly swollen cock to give it the attention it deserves (and needs), smearing precome all around so every other stroke can slip right over it. ]
Sometimes it takes three before I can sleep, [ Xichen kisses a bare shoulder marred by his own love-bites, changing the angle of his thrusts to search for that sweet spot in a tight ass and target it with every grinding thrust, ] but you're too much for me, I think.
[ It feels like he's losing his mind as he groans and pushes Wen Kexing forward, spreading him on the bed as Xichen keeps a hand around his cock and guides those slender hips back onto his lap for every noisy slap of skin-on-skin. ]
... And even if you're not, I'll let you sleep.
[ He's not going to wreck Wen Kexing on the first night; there is definitely going to be a second. ]
( Bartering, like Lan Xichen hadn't already confirmed he wouldn't torture Wen Kexing. He's abandoned sleep for less, and a night of debauchery is often more appealing than the murky depths of his dreams. The sudden change in angle is better, his shoulders pressed to the bed but his hips angled just so to give Lan Xichen better access. He pants desperately against the sheet, vocal little hitches of breath that punctuate every deep jolt. )
Poor boy, no one to help soothe you to sleep. ( His words are slightly slurred now, the closer to the edge he gets. ) Ah, but I'm glad. Does that make me cruel? Only I get to know how you feel, that you fuck like an animal in heat. I'm greedy, I like it. I --.
( And then Lan Xichen twists his wrist just right, or thrusts at the very best of angles, and Wen Kexing cuts off with a high little whine, his words lost and his second orgasm surprising him into an almost pained whimper. )
[ Wen Kexing talks so much that Xichen would like to be able to say it all becomes background noise, only it doesn't because he likes his voice. He drops kisses all over the shoulders before him while keeping his attention on what makes Wen Kexing hitch and gasp, finally driving right over that one spot that has his talkative lover whimpering into silence, pushing down on a waist to keep him pinned there as he lets himself indulge in the cinching pressure of that orgasm around his cock and spills a second round of come too. There's molten heat coating those raw, abused walls as he eases his (now spent, at last, and softening) cock free, but he only replaces it with his come-covered fingers as he settles in behind Wen Kexing (for a cuddle!), idly rubbing that hole to keep it stretched so hot lines can dribble out and Wen Kexing's own come makes even more of a pretty mess between those spread thighs.
Xichen loves touching him, stroking that soft skin, playing with his puffy rim as Wen Kexing drifts in the afterglow. He hums his approval and pets him there in long strokes that slide the sticky mess up between pert cheeks. ]
( He could offer Lan Xichen the position of Lustful Ghost without a second thought, he thinks, the man takes to sex like a duck and water. Wen Kexing has to wonder after all that if the earlier claim of virginity had been a pretty lie, before he decides he doesn't care, merely folding his own arms before himself, pillowing his cheek there. He feels a little like a well-used toy, floaty and aimless, body zinging with tiny little aftershocks. Usually he'd have to clean up by now, fussy to a fault, but he finds himself enjoying the greedy, explorative way Lan Xichen is playing with his hole, making a small, grumbly little noise when more spend gets pushed deeper. )
I need a bath.
( Casual, with no move to actually get up. He spreads his legs a little wider, even, kicking one up at the knee to dangle a foot mid-air, the muscles in his ass twitching when Lan Xichen presses a little too deep. )
Not that it will help, I'll be leaking for days.
( Probably not, but a point must be made about the sheer amount. )
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O-oh? Can you?
( Grasping at confidence, or maybe it's the challenge of it, but Wen Kexing fucks up into his fist with mindless enjoyment, chasing the high of it all. His thighs burn with the exertion, his chest heaving with the effort of breathing. He rides Lan Xichen like he has something to prove, the noise of their bodies meeting growing hard and fast. His teeth catch on an earlobe, tug impatiently before breathless words get tucked close. )
Does A-Huan like this? ( He clenches tight, slowing down the pace with a filthy roll of his hips. ) Is it good? Does he want to come inside?
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Yes.
[ Wen Kexing is squeezing around Xichen's cock and it wrings a low groan out of him, precome spilling hot against those tight walls. Obscene. He takes a fistful of Wen Kexing's hair to pull his head back, tongue lapping possessively over his pulse to taste the sweat there as Xichen grinds up to meet him, wrist flicking faster over the needy cock in his other hand (mostly to get revenge). ]
If I don't come in you, I might die. You're so perfect.
[ And Xichen is close. ]
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( A groan, Wen Kexing desperately bouncing in his lap, his cock sliding hot and heavy inside the cage of Lan Xichen's fingers. He bows his back, one hand braced against the other man's knee, his palm slick with sweat. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he gives him another, wicked little smile, biting his bottom lip between his teeth before letting it pop free again. )
I want you to. I want you to come so deep inside I'll feel it for hours after. ( He's babbling, instinct. As though if he talks then Lan Xichen can't play dirty. ) You feel so wonderful, you're doing so well.
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His voice is a rumble as he mouths the words there. ]
What makes you think, ah ... [ toogoodtoogoodtoogood, ] that we won't be doing this for hours?
[ The rush of white-hot sensation nearly takes him off-guard as he comes, tipping Wen Kexing back to the sheets so he can drive in hard as he spills deep inside that welcoming body, filling him up with molten splashes of come at the same moment Xichen pins him down with a bite to the shoulder. Shuddering tension takes hold of every part of him, muscles taut where he looms, and the only sounds he makes are loud, panting gasps after the deed, hips sinuously grinding in. ]
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You did so well. Good boy, sweet thing.
( A helpless murmur, with every rock of their bodies Wen Kexing gives a desperate hiccup of noise, knees pressing too tight into Lan Xichen's side. He pushes him back against the mattress with a palm to his shoulder, leaning in to kiss him greedily behind the sweeping curtain of his hair, eyes dark when they part, unfocused with hazy pleasure. )
Oh, you came so much. ( He sounds strangely delighted, the noise of their bodies wetter, more obscene. His fingers twitch against Lan Xichen's own where he's still guiding him into stroking his cock, faster and firmer now. His mouth drags damp and warm against skin, breathless. ) You're going to make spill, aren't you? A-Huan made promises, and he's been so good to me. Just a little more.
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Your a-Huan did make promises, didn't he?
[ As he feels a hand guiding his own over that neglected length he starts pumping it in earnest with the slick pressure of his palm, but that's not all. Still hard, cock throbbing with a surge of desire that might just be his own rapid heartbeat, he digs his heels into the bed and moves anew with shorter thrusts to find the one spot that got his lover gagging for it before, pushing down on the curve of his back so there's no hope of Wen Kexing doing anything but taking a firm, single-minded fucking, never leaving him empty as come eases the way now too and spills down blushing thighs.
Xichen's breathing is shallow, framed with a smile as he traps Wen Kexing against him to be railed hard and have his pretty cock jerked off at the same time, not a sign of tiring in the Lan beneath. ]
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Don't ask him his own name, he doesn't know.
With a moan that is low and filthy, his mouth drags a wet smear against Lan Xichen's shoulder, coordination long gone now he's being fucked within an inch of his life. Wen Kexing makes a garbled, wordless sound, nails sharp and digging in to whatever muscle mass he can find, his whole body shuddering. )
Ah, ah, ah!
( It doesn't take long, not at all, one thrust, two, and then Wen Kexing's whole body seizes up sharply, cock twitching against Lan Xichen's broad fingers. He comes with a spurt, sharp release against well defined muscle, helpless wail barely muffled against the curve of a throat. )
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In order to clean them up a little he raises his hand from between their bodies to lick off the spend there, finding it more bitter than he would like but preferring it solely because it's Wen Kexing's. He absolutely ignores the way his cock twitches inside that soft heat as a result. ]
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( Lan Xichen gets a blurry eyed once over, another little shudder as he licks the come from his fingers. It's a lot to process, his head blissfully quiet of all machinations, body sore and still shivering through the aftershocks of arousal. Wen Kexing rubs his cheek against Lan Xichen's shoulder like a cat, before pushing himself back up to his knees, humming weakly at the feeling of his cock still inside him. In a moment it will become uncomfortable, he'll want to be clean, but he lets himself linger in the feeling of a good fucking for a little longer than with his usual paramours. )
Oh, I get it now. ( Faux accusatory, even though his voice has gone quieter. ) You're a huli-jing. I'm on to you, don't think I'm not.
( He pulls himself off Lan Xichen, running a hand over his cheek placatingly, thumb caressing the curve of his bottom lip. His own expression twitches slightly, at the feeling of the man's spend leaking from him, but then he's offering another little smile, sweetly pleased. ) Give me a minute, you beast.
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If you need some time to keep up, take as much as you need. I'm not going anywhere.
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( Wicked grin thrown almost childishly out, as Wen Kexing stretches languid, flopping on to his back. The bed is already a state, and he hums, a hand on his stomach before he glances sidelong again, lingering on the slick red shape of Lan Xichen's cock. )
Ah, pitiful. You can fuck my thighs, if you'd like. But you're cleaning up after. Take responsibility.
( He rolls to his side, facing away. It's the same show of trust as letting himself be fucked is, but he pretends it's easy, stretching once more with a hum, spine cracking. Muscles shift underneath lightly scarred skin, but he makes no move to hide those either. How easily he's dropped his defences, or maybe better yet, how Lan Xichen slipped beneath them. ) Well?
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It's going to become a problem, [ laughter lingers in the pit of his chest as he slides his aching cock between those soft, muscled thighs and starts to fuck a wet line right underneath Wen Kexing's spent balls, ] how often the sect leader disappears to take care of you.
[ He runs his hand up that bare chest to tweak a nipple, sliding to the next to give it the same treatment. Wen Kexing is his guest first, yes, but Xichen wants to spoil him rotten beyond that, purring as he mouths kisses over a neck. ]
I'll fill you a bath of snowdrops, find you the softest robes ...
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I'm very expensive, and demanding. You should know that first. ( He's needy, Wen Kexing knows himself well enough to be aware of that. If he allows that part free who knows what he'll ask for? Better to joke about it instead. He can have tonight at least. And this still all so filthy, he can hear Lan Xichen's cock sliding between the spend and sweat across his thighs, his own breathing quickened once more. Wen Kexing throws a hand back to grip Lan Xichen by the hip, his eyes closed. ) Isn't there - ah - a rule against greed here? I'll break it.
( He'll break more besides, too. )
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[ There's a not inconsequential fortune behind the Lans, humble though their sect is. If Xichen feels like living a little, like Wangji, and throwing some gold at keeping Wen Kexing happy, then he absolutely will. He rocks between those beautifully soft thighs and a groan melts into Wen Kexing's skin on his shoulder, biting down as hard as Xichen dares when there will already be marks if they don't choose to remove them. Faint bruises are already blooming all over that lovely swanlike neck, inflaming him further. He can't be blamed for finding Wen Kexing irresistible! It's impossible not to.
He teases at a nipple, tracing circles around the rosy blush before pinching. Rules? Xichen kisses them all down Wen Kexing's neck, hips thrusting to feel as much of him as possible. ]
Do not be greedy. Do not indulge in pleasure. Do not encourage debauchery. Do not wallow in luxury ... [ Cock twitching, precome slathers those thighs even further as Xichen pushes Wen Kexing forward, nearly covering him as he uses him with obsessive desire to get closer to a second climax. ] Behave yourself ...
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Fuck that.
( The crassness, the vehemence, surprises himself, the end of the exclamation hitched with a particularly firm thrust, Wen Kexing's poor spent cock giving a valiant little twitch. He could get hard again, he thinks, letting the burn of arousal warm him up from the inside. It doesn't matter if he does or not though, there's still something enjoyable about the way Lan Xichen moulds him to chase something he has never allowed himself before. )
What's the point in living - ( He continues, words ragged, lust edged. ) - what's the point if you can't - hn - enjoy things? There isn't one.
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Let me enjoy you again, hm? Sweetheart, you did this to me. Take responsibility.
[ They could be polite words, a request over tea with pure intentions. The rub of a thick tip tries to press in, only held back by Xichen waiting for permission, but he's already been inside him and wants so badly to see Wen Kexing's belly swollen with proof of being fucked again that he's willing to wait. He would, anyway, but especially for this. Xichen purrs in the crook of a neck, a large warm presence at Wen Kexing's back. ]
A-Xing was so beautiful when he came ... I need you, darling. Only you.
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( Half a laugh, cut off with a groan as the head of Lan Xichen's cock slides sweetly over his rim. Wen Kexing makes a noise in return, almost thoughtful, shifting his hips slightly so that it rubs over the ring of muscle again. )
I've never taken responsibility for anything in my life.
( A lie, meant to tease. He has a whole heap of duties, all of which he's ignoring in favour of getting fucked to within an inch of his life. ) I thought I was supposed to be the insatiable one. ( It's heady, the power of it going straight to his dick. If Wen Kexing knew what an ego boost seducing sect leaders happened to be, he might have tried so years ago. ) All right, you beast. Do what you want.
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Kissing the bite in apology, Xichen nuzzles in again and takes Wen Kexing's cock in a loose fist, teasing the tip. ]
A-Xing, you blush so much all over.
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You -- your fault.
( Has anyone told him he blushes before? Probably not. Presumably the men he beds wouldn't dare. But there's a vain part of him that likes it, that Lan Xichen is paying enough attention to note it, and to talk of it like it's something worthy of that. )
Maybe you inspire something in me, A-Huan. ( Sheer, unmistakeable lust. ) Whose blood wouldn't rise to the occasion - ah?
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These are all things he does not think it appropriate to say, not even in bed, so all he can do is tell his lover how beautiful he is, how radiant each time Xichen fucks him deep, the elbow hooked under a knee spreading Wen Kexing further so he can be fucked faster. ]
My a-Xing ...
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( He shudders, when Lan Xichen pulls his leg higher, manipulating his body so he can be fucked deeper, faster. His toes curl, stomach clenching with each cruel thrust, - he'll come faster this time he's sure of it, and he briefly wonders if he should worry for the state of his stamina before deciding that no, nobody could hope to hold on in the face of Lan Xichen and his beast of a cock. Wen Kexing himself is not a small man, not by any consideration, his own member matches him quite well in that it follows the general shape of his long, willowy body. But he certainly doesn't have the same girth, nor the same persistence.
It's horribly wonderful, and Wen Kexing is very, very sure he's fucked, both physically and metaphorically. He absolutely is not complaining. )
Will it sate you, this time? ( He murmurs, tone going airy and sultry, Wen Kexing rocking his hips back down as best as he can when really he's at Lan Xichen's mercy like this. ) Poor boy, you're so worked up.
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Sometimes it takes three before I can sleep, [ Xichen kisses a bare shoulder marred by his own love-bites, changing the angle of his thrusts to search for that sweet spot in a tight ass and target it with every grinding thrust, ] but you're too much for me, I think.
[ It feels like he's losing his mind as he groans and pushes Wen Kexing forward, spreading him on the bed as Xichen keeps a hand around his cock and guides those slender hips back onto his lap for every noisy slap of skin-on-skin. ]
... And even if you're not, I'll let you sleep.
[ He's not going to wreck Wen Kexing on the first night; there is definitely going to be a second. ]
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( Bartering, like Lan Xichen hadn't already confirmed he wouldn't torture Wen Kexing. He's abandoned sleep for less, and a night of debauchery is often more appealing than the murky depths of his dreams. The sudden change in angle is better, his shoulders pressed to the bed but his hips angled just so to give Lan Xichen better access. He pants desperately against the sheet, vocal little hitches of breath that punctuate every deep jolt. )
Poor boy, no one to help soothe you to sleep. ( His words are slightly slurred now, the closer to the edge he gets. ) Ah, but I'm glad. Does that make me cruel? Only I get to know how you feel, that you fuck like an animal in heat. I'm greedy, I like it. I --.
( And then Lan Xichen twists his wrist just right, or thrusts at the very best of angles, and Wen Kexing cuts off with a high little whine, his words lost and his second orgasm surprising him into an almost pained whimper. )
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Xichen loves touching him, stroking that soft skin, playing with his puffy rim as Wen Kexing drifts in the afterglow. He hums his approval and pets him there in long strokes that slide the sticky mess up between pert cheeks. ]
You are ... a dream.
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( He could offer Lan Xichen the position of Lustful Ghost without a second thought, he thinks, the man takes to sex like a duck and water. Wen Kexing has to wonder after all that if the earlier claim of virginity had been a pretty lie, before he decides he doesn't care, merely folding his own arms before himself, pillowing his cheek there. He feels a little like a well-used toy, floaty and aimless, body zinging with tiny little aftershocks. Usually he'd have to clean up by now, fussy to a fault, but he finds himself enjoying the greedy, explorative way Lan Xichen is playing with his hole, making a small, grumbly little noise when more spend gets pushed deeper. )
I need a bath.
( Casual, with no move to actually get up. He spreads his legs a little wider, even, kicking one up at the knee to dangle a foot mid-air, the muscles in his ass twitching when Lan Xichen presses a little too deep. )
Not that it will help, I'll be leaking for days.
( Probably not, but a point must be made about the sheer amount. )
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