"Beautiful," Kexing sighs, eyes raking over Xingchen. That dark hair against his pale skin, that supple ass... Kexing guides Xingchen toward the wall -- they'll need the stability -- and then gently lefts the length of his hair over one shoulder to bare his entire back to that hungry gaze.

His cock jumps in anticipation. But he's patient, taking time to run his hands along the expanse of Xingchen's back, taking particular care to map out his shoulder blades. "Do you need much preparation?"