( He kisses and sucks them into eager peaks like he has something to prove. Maybe he does. He's talked a big game for months now, ran his mouth ever since they met, and there is the smallest thrill of anxiety under his skin at the thought that maybe this time he will not measure up. He ignores it as best he can, humming wordlessly against the hot skin of Zhou Zishu's chest, pulling away with a smacking sound and a grin. )

Pretty. ( He means it to come across as smug, instead it is just wordlessly awed. His fingers twitch where he is still stroking Zhou Zishu's cock, thumb smearing precome along the head, getting him nice and wet. ) The next time we do this I'm going to leave you writhing, Ah-Xu. I wonder if I could make you come untouched.

( But. It is not what he wants to do now, too eager for other things. So with a last kiss to his chest, Wen Kexing drags his mouth further down. He takes care here, where Zhou Zishu is all hollow bones, his tongue hot and wet where it slides across pale skin.

And then, abrupty. ) Can I use my mouth?