[ 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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[ 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.