( If Zhou Zishu thought that Wen Kexing having his mouth preoccupied would stop him, well. He makes a noise, a huff of sound at that, arching an eyebrow in indignation. Of course he's going to look. Zhou Zishu is a feast for the eyes, flushed and writhing, and Wen Kexing has been hungry for so long. He's ravenous for every single moment and will take what he can get; touch, sight, taste.
But he doesn't pull off, instead he sucks even harder on the hot head of Zhou Zishu's cock, a hand coming up to bear down against the bones of his hip and keep him still. A clever tongue laps over the slit, the other hand wrapping fingers around the base of the shaft. Another hum, this one accompanied by the flickering of Wen Kexing's eyelashes, a delicious heat uncoiling in his own stomach. He moves his head further down, swallowing more, feeling the weight of his lover's cock in his mouth as his palm strokes upwards, not too light or tight.
It's been a while since he's done this - contrary to the popular belief about his sluttier nature - and so he takes his time. No need to rush anyway, even with the sweetly muffled keening sounds Zhou Zishu is making. Eventually he finds a rhythm though, hand and mouth working in tandem to eek out his zhiji's pleasure. )
[ If he was able to think, he'd appreciate Wen Kexing holding his
hips down so that he didn't choke the other man. As it is, he is
quite incapable of forming thought beyond just-- ]
L-Lao Wen....
[ It's a broken, ragged breath as he twists under Wen Kexing, his
hips jerking and stuttering as he finds the rhythm Wen Kexing sets. He
can't think, but he can feel the way his something in him tenses in an
ever-tightening coil as Wen Kexing sucks and strokes him. It comes over him
fast, much faster than he'd expected, but everything feels extra and
more, especially after so long with his senses dulled. ]
( There's no need to draw it out. They'll presumably ( hopefully ) be doing this again, and Wen Kexing has been hungry enough for it that he finds himself impatient. So he dedicates himself to the task of taking Zhou Zishu apart as quickly and thoroughly as possible, using his hands and his mouth with singleminded focus. It takes him a moment or two to get used to this again - past experience means little when he's been as celibate as a monk since he came across the other man's path - but eventually he manages to swallow him thoroughly, holding that hot cock in the cage of his throat.
A hum, a vicious kind of prideful sound reverberating around the shape of him, Wen Kexing using his free hand to roll Zhou Zishu's balls there, cupping him and holding him still. Dark eyes glance up, his own face flushed, grin ticking even stretched around him. His own hips dig into the mattress, small almost unnoticeable rolls, his own arousal molten. But he does have to pull off a little after a second, breath coming ragged and panted through his nose, but it makes the next attempt at taking him in much easier.
[ The sounds he makes as Wen Kexing's sinful mouth wraps around him
are embarrassing, and he presses his hands to his mouth in an
attempt to muffle them, terrified that someone might overhear the way Wen
Kexing is utterly taking him apart. He spreads his legs wide, wider, his
hips lifting up off the bed. He's already close, ridiculously so, and he
allows himself to free one hand as he tugs at Wen Kexing's hair in an
attempt to warn him. ]
( Next time he'll have to tie Zhou Zishu's hands somewhere if only so he has no room to muffle the noises. He wants to hear them desperately, wants to hear his lover fully succumb to pleasure without any part of himself aware of anyone else. Even so Wen Kexing has no such qualms, moaning around the length of his cock like he's found all manner of heaven. He doesn't seem to care that it's quick, one hand reaching up to scratch light lines against Zhou Zishu's side, taking him as far down as he can until he's all filled up with him, nose pressed to the soft curls of hair at his groin.
[ Zishu comes with a thready, startled sound, sobbing into his
hands. He immediately reaches for Wen Kexing, pulling him up to kiss him,
uncaring of where his mouth had just been. ]
Lao Wen, Lao Wen...
[ He's frantic with the need to touch, his hands pulling at Wen
Kexing's hair, skating over his shoulders and sides. ]
( The laugh that breaks free is bright like a ringing bell, his hands moving to cup Zhou Zishu's face between his warm palms. He kisses him back, swift and deep, body hunched over him on the narrow bed. )
Mm? ( Pleased, so very pleased, voice soft and a little rough. ) Was it good, Ah-Xu? Did you like it?
( It doesn't have the usual cockiness that Wen Kexing blankets himself in, instead there's a steady thrum of desperate affection, one hand pushing back sweaty strands of the other man's hair. ) I want to fuck you, it'll be good now the edge has been taken off. Tell me you'll let me. Tell me I can.
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But he doesn't pull off, instead he sucks even harder on the hot head of Zhou Zishu's cock, a hand coming up to bear down against the bones of his hip and keep him still. A clever tongue laps over the slit, the other hand wrapping fingers around the base of the shaft. Another hum, this one accompanied by the flickering of Wen Kexing's eyelashes, a delicious heat uncoiling in his own stomach. He moves his head further down, swallowing more, feeling the weight of his lover's cock in his mouth as his palm strokes upwards, not too light or tight.
It's been a while since he's done this - contrary to the popular belief about his sluttier nature - and so he takes his time. No need to rush anyway, even with the sweetly muffled keening sounds Zhou Zishu is making. Eventually he finds a rhythm though, hand and mouth working in tandem to eek out his zhiji's pleasure. )
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[ If he was able to think, he'd appreciate Wen Kexing holding his hips down so that he didn't choke the other man. As it is, he is quite incapable of forming thought beyond just-- ]
L-Lao Wen....
[ It's a broken, ragged breath as he twists under Wen Kexing, his hips jerking and stuttering as he finds the rhythm Wen Kexing sets. He can't think, but he can feel the way his something in him tenses in an ever-tightening coil as Wen Kexing sucks and strokes him. It comes over him fast, much faster than he'd expected, but everything feels extra and more, especially after so long with his senses dulled. ]
Lao Wen!
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A hum, a vicious kind of prideful sound reverberating around the shape of him, Wen Kexing using his free hand to roll Zhou Zishu's balls there, cupping him and holding him still. Dark eyes glance up, his own face flushed, grin ticking even stretched around him. His own hips dig into the mattress, small almost unnoticeable rolls, his own arousal molten. But he does have to pull off a little after a second, breath coming ragged and panted through his nose, but it makes the next attempt at taking him in much easier.
Skills, he has them. )
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[ The sounds he makes as Wen Kexing's sinful mouth wraps around him are embarrassing, and he presses his hands to his mouth in an attempt to muffle them, terrified that someone might overhear the way Wen Kexing is utterly taking him apart. He spreads his legs wide, wider, his hips lifting up off the bed. He's already close, ridiculously so, and he allows himself to free one hand as he tugs at Wen Kexing's hair in an attempt to warn him. ]
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He's not pulling off, he has no plans to. )
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[ Zishu comes with a thready, startled sound, sobbing into his hands. He immediately reaches for Wen Kexing, pulling him up to kiss him, uncaring of where his mouth had just been. ]
Lao Wen, Lao Wen...
[ He's frantic with the need to touch, his hands pulling at Wen Kexing's hair, skating over his shoulders and sides. ]
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Mm? ( Pleased, so very pleased, voice soft and a little rough. ) Was it good, Ah-Xu? Did you like it?
( It doesn't have the usual cockiness that Wen Kexing blankets himself in, instead there's a steady thrum of desperate affection, one hand pushing back sweaty strands of the other man's hair. ) I want to fuck you, it'll be good now the edge has been taken off. Tell me you'll let me. Tell me I can.