Pausing when he hears Wait, he can't stop the way he grinds up against the line of Jin Guangyao's growing erection a moment later and his head swims too. He guides him forward, a hand in the small of a back, and sifts a hand up through long hair to firmly, albeit not cruelly, seize a fistful to make Jin Guangyao look at him.

"Thinking too much gets you into trouble, a-Yao," he says softly, voice low and lips reddened from amorous kisses. "So don't."

Holding his gaze, Xichen slides the hand on a back lower and palms his way around to the front of an underrobe where he can feel the hardening heat of an erection under his long fingers, wrapping them around. Still, he isn't touching skin directly, not with that final layer of thin cloth in the way like a spider web, but he can tell every part of Jin Guangyao is pretty beneath the soft white folds.

"Didn't you want me to touch you?"