( 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. )
[ 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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( 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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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. ]