Xichen watches him for a moment, then hums softly, and raises one hand to caress his flushed cheek, the other one sliding the back of his knuckles along the inside of his thigh. The next part might ... be wanted and yet resented.
"You are very beautiful like this, you know. Still proud and majestic, but less... angry." And yes, the words are a distraction so a long finger can slip into the heat-induced slickness. Slowly, but unless it seems to cause pain, not withdrawing either.
Wen Chao doesn't look directly at Xichen, especially once he speaks. He doesn't know how to take the words. It raises his hackles but at the same time... it makes him want to preen -- the conflict doesn't last but more than a few seconds as the true motive behind it becomes clear.
And... Wen Chao's head dips back, eyes closing at the sensation of the finger entering him and his slick body was aching for it, tightening greedily around the intrusion. He bit back a moan, that welled up so easily. "Fuck," he huffs out, and it definitely was anything but painful.
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"You are very beautiful like this, you know. Still proud and majestic, but less... angry." And yes, the words are a distraction so a long finger can slip into the heat-induced slickness. Slowly, but unless it seems to cause pain, not withdrawing either.
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And... Wen Chao's head dips back, eyes closing at the sensation of the finger entering him and his slick body was aching for it, tightening greedily around the intrusion. He bit back a moan, that welled up so easily. "Fuck," he huffs out, and it definitely was anything but painful.