( 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. )
[ His curiosity is sated once he feels that ass twitch, then he pats it fondly and wraps that arm around Wen Kexing in a hug, slumped against one of his sides. ]
I'll have a bath drawn for you. And new clothes. [ Hmm, what else? ] And food.
[ He sounds drowsy, nodding off as he tries to stay focused and gets dragged down by his own over-exertion. Kisses mouth at Wen Kexing's shoulder in apology for the leaking situation. ]
I didn't mean to be so ... [ Horny? He doesn't know how to phrase it. ] Careless.
Did I seem like I wasn't enjoying myself? ( He glances Lan Xichen's way, gaze dark, expression deeply smug. ) Don't go getting shy now, A-Huan. ( A yawn, nose wrinkling slightly. ) You're fine, I've been thoroughly and joyously fucked. Though the bath, absolutely. I'm not sure about the clothing, you said three times -. ( Impish, sly, even as thoroughly exhausted as he is. Wen Kexing hums a little, rubs a cheek against his arm. ) I'd hate to disappoint.
[ He is definitely on his way to sleep-mode, tugging Wen Kexing in for a hug as he nuzzles the top of his head. Slow and even, his breathing tells the tale of his own exhaustion, unable to follow Wen Kexing's train of thought. ]
Five minutes, then ... bath ...
[ Just a nap until his dick has let the blood return to his head. ]
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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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I'll have a bath drawn for you. And new clothes. [ Hmm, what else? ] And food.
[ He sounds drowsy, nodding off as he tries to stay focused and gets dragged down by his own over-exertion. Kisses mouth at Wen Kexing's shoulder in apology for the leaking situation. ]
I didn't mean to be so ... [ Horny? He doesn't know how to phrase it. ] Careless.
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( The virginity was absolutely not a lie. )
Did I seem like I wasn't enjoying myself? ( He glances Lan Xichen's way, gaze dark, expression deeply smug. ) Don't go getting shy now, A-Huan. ( A yawn, nose wrinkling slightly. ) You're fine, I've been thoroughly and joyously fucked. Though the bath, absolutely. I'm not sure about the clothing, you said three times -. ( Impish, sly, even as thoroughly exhausted as he is. Wen Kexing hums a little, rubs a cheek against his arm. ) I'd hate to disappoint.
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[ He is definitely on his way to sleep-mode, tugging Wen Kexing in for a hug as he nuzzles the top of his head. Slow and even, his breathing tells the tale of his own exhaustion, unable to follow Wen Kexing's train of thought. ]
Five minutes, then ... bath ...
[ Just a nap until his dick has let the blood return to his head. ]