Wen Kexing pauses after divesting him of his trousers, gaze sweeping across his body in one long, lingering brush. He's pale, and worn, and still so very beautiful, the hollows of his ribs and the shape of his scars doing nothing to ebb the desperate, clawing want that rests inside of Wen Kexing's own bones. He forgets to breathe for a moment, hovering over Zhou Zishu with his own face going pink. But his breath leaves him in a rush, smile blooming, and he leans closer again, kissing him more firmly on the mouth. )
Ah-Xu.
( A hand at his waist, skating the dip between groin and hip, his nose nudging at the hollow of his throat, lips dragging. His kisses find his collarbone, long fingers wrapping along the length of his cock without warning, humming when Zhou Zishu jumps. )
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Oh.
He's so lovely.
Wen Kexing pauses after divesting him of his trousers, gaze sweeping across his body in one long, lingering brush. He's pale, and worn, and still so very beautiful, the hollows of his ribs and the shape of his scars doing nothing to ebb the desperate, clawing want that rests inside of Wen Kexing's own bones. He forgets to breathe for a moment, hovering over Zhou Zishu with his own face going pink. But his breath leaves him in a rush, smile blooming, and he leans closer again, kissing him more firmly on the mouth. )
Ah-Xu.
( A hand at his waist, skating the dip between groin and hip, his nose nudging at the hollow of his throat, lips dragging. His kisses find his collarbone, long fingers wrapping along the length of his cock without warning, humming when Zhou Zishu jumps. )
Let me take care of you.