Kexing is, indeed, an attentive lover. He prides himself on leaving his partners completely sated by the time he's done with them. And Zichen he especially enjoys. There's a satisfaction in breaking his reserve, in drawing passion out of the usually stoic man. There's also the fact that Song Lan is so discerning about his cleanliness. To be allowed to touch such a man is a gift in and of itself.

He carefully discards the sash, moving to the hidden ties that keep Zichen's robes from falling open. First, Kexing peels away the outermost layer. He can feel the warmth of Zichen's body through his underrobes and he longs to feel it against his own. He casually drapes Song Lan's robes over a nearby chair to keep them from getting wrinkled, quickly turning his attention to the fastens of his inner robe. Warm hands slide beneath the collar and glide over Zichen's chest as he pushes the crisp white robe open. Open, not off. Those hands move over exposed skin, pausing only to tease at the other man's nipples before going lower to palm his groin through his trousers.

His lips once more find Song Lan's skin, trailing hot, wet kisses along his jawline toward his ear. He nips lightly at the lobe, then whispers with warm breath into Zichen's ear.

"I'm going to start by sucking your beautiful cock. A-Chen."