Jin Guangyao looks, in Xichen's opinion, utterly stunning. Sweet and deferential, not without his own desires driving him to comply, a true beauty. At least for now his a-Yao is open and honest, inviting him to hum approvingly and pull those needy hips forward for a grind against the clothed line of his own cock, still draped in blue fabric that he hasn't bothered disrobing of yet.

"Good, you're doing so well. That's my sweet a-Yao."

The tongue running under his fingers has his eyes darkening with lust, heavy-lidded and low as he stares at that beseeching expression. Xichen's voice is low and raw with want, nevertheless filling the humble home given to his guest. If anyone walked in the scene would be difficult to cover up, brazenly naked and sprawled on Xichen's lap as Jin Guangyao is.

He doesn't forget the other man's need for some form of control, however.

"I'm going to touch you with these fingers, make you come, then take you to bed to see if you can handle some more. Alright?"