[ He'd appreciate it if Wen Kexing stopped making him acknowledge what's happening and just took, Zishu shuddering under his attentions. He absolutely could make Zishu come untouched, he think wildly, Zhou Zishu already writhing beneath him. His skin feels like it's on fire, each touch of Wen Kexing's fingers sending sparks sliding through him and stars bursting behind his eyes. ]

Don't ask me.

[ He feels like a bell, vibrating in place long after each touch has left. Like Wen Kexing's xiao, played to fill the room around them with sound. He drags in a breath, and it comes out shakier than he'd like as Wen Kexing hovers so, so close to where his cock stands tall and hard and wet in the dip of his hips. ]