He nods in understanding, knowing in his heart that Xichen means it. He won’t force Guangyao and if, in turn, requires Guangyao to be honest. It’s a relief, honestly, and he relaxes completely in Xichen’s lap, giving himself over completely.

He opens his mouth to the kiss, feeling overwhelmed again, but in a good way. The steady pressure makes him moan, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around Xichen’s shoulders. He rocks his hips again, shivering as he slides against Xichen’s hardness.

The kiss is hot and wet and Guangyao feels himself growing dizzy again. When Guangyao can finally disengage long enough to speak, he asks with his tone like a plead, “please, you can touch me more now.”