( It is easy to tip Zhou Zishu back onto the mattress, even easier to crawl over his body and peer down at him, his own expression soft and a little dazed. There is wonder in Wen Kexing's eyes as he smiles, one hand curving around a neck and then sweeping down over Zhou Zishu's collar bone, his chest. He doesn't skirt away from the scars there, has refused to shy away from it before and will not start now, and so his warm palm passes over them as he eases the layers of robes aside. )
Pretty.
( There's none of the usual teasing in his voice, it's stripped down to it's honest roots, Wen Kexing leaning in to press a kiss to hollow of Zhou Zishu's throat, his thigh wedging between the other man's knees. )
Ah-Xu.
( Murmured, tongue dragging against a thundering pulse point, his clever hands finding their way to Zhou Zishu's waist and teasing the tips of his fingers under the fabric there, eager but still careful. )
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Pretty.
( There's none of the usual teasing in his voice, it's stripped down to it's honest roots, Wen Kexing leaning in to press a kiss to hollow of Zhou Zishu's throat, his thigh wedging between the other man's knees. )
Ah-Xu.
( Murmured, tongue dragging against a thundering pulse point, his clever hands finding their way to Zhou Zishu's waist and teasing the tips of his fingers under the fabric there, eager but still careful. )