[ He tilts his chin up into the kiss, splaying his hand against Wen Kexing's front, flat against the steady beat of his heart. The bite makes his breath stutter, and then he pulls away when Wen Kexing's hand curves over his ass, smacking the other man lightly--though he doesn't push the offending hand away.
Instead, he cups Wen Kexing's cheek with his free hand, brushing his thumb over that high cheekbone, breathing him in. ]
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Instead, he cups Wen Kexing's cheek with his free hand, brushing his thumb over that high cheekbone, breathing him in. ]
Am I an incentive, now? A reward to be had?