( He laughs, wild and bright, rolls his eyes upwards to glance at Zhou Zishu's sweetly flushed face. )
I don't know what rumours you've heard, Ah-Xu, but in this at least I'm not entirely a fiend.
( Meaning of course he'd ask. Whether to soften nerves or harden his confidence. He has half a mind to draw it out even further, make Zhou Zishu say yes, but he files that away too, a lengthening list at the back of his mind. Things To Try Out Later. For now though, he simply shifts down the bed, settling on his elbows between his lover's legs. Instinct drives him to drop a kiss against the pale, sensitive skin of his thighs, the one hand holding his cock steady at the base so that Wen Kexing can study it. He tries to keep his expression light and flirtations but there's still something softly awed about his features, a matching flush across his cheeks, eyes softly burning with desire. )
Ah.
( A lovestruck sigh, thumb stroking along a vein there. Wen Kexing shifts forward on the ghost of a breath, licks his lips and drags them ever so lightly against the length of his cock. He hums, continues his meandering kissing path, marvels in the way Zhou Zishu twitches below him, eager and flushed. He takes pity eventually, making his way up to that beaded head, and without another word he takes the tip in his mouth, his own groan low and desperate at the back of his throat. )
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I don't know what rumours you've heard, Ah-Xu, but in this at least I'm not entirely a fiend.
( Meaning of course he'd ask. Whether to soften nerves or harden his confidence. He has half a mind to draw it out even further, make Zhou Zishu say yes, but he files that away too, a lengthening list at the back of his mind. Things To Try Out Later. For now though, he simply shifts down the bed, settling on his elbows between his lover's legs. Instinct drives him to drop a kiss against the pale, sensitive skin of his thighs, the one hand holding his cock steady at the base so that Wen Kexing can study it. He tries to keep his expression light and flirtations but there's still something softly awed about his features, a matching flush across his cheeks, eyes softly burning with desire. )
Ah.
( A lovestruck sigh, thumb stroking along a vein there. Wen Kexing shifts forward on the ghost of a breath, licks his lips and drags them ever so lightly against the length of his cock. He hums, continues his meandering kissing path, marvels in the way Zhou Zishu twitches below him, eager and flushed. He takes pity eventually, making his way up to that beaded head, and without another word he takes the tip in his mouth, his own groan low and desperate at the back of his throat. )