He doesn't know what inspires the praise, only that it's genuine and a-Yao will always be his boy, his young man with a shy smile who looked so lovely under the summer sunshine of Cloud Recesses. It doesn't matter if he hates him in part, he can never erase their beginnings or the years of good memories (even if they were false and foolhardy).
Xichen pulls his fingers free when that hard suck takes hold, breath hitching as he stills his own hips from sheer will-power. He rests their foreheads together so that he gets to see every reaction and trails his sticky fingers down Jin Guangyao's cock, wrapping around the base and stroking firmly to the tip where his wet palm rolls around the sensitive head, over and over, sinking back down with an experimental squeeze. Unhurried, all of it, sensual and bold like Xichen's interest as he gazes at Jin Guangyao all the while, memorising what he seems to like best.
He does have a fondness for rubbing his thumb over the slit, spreading around any precome.
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He doesn't know what inspires the praise, only that it's genuine and a-Yao will always be his boy, his young man with a shy smile who looked so lovely under the summer sunshine of Cloud Recesses. It doesn't matter if he hates him in part, he can never erase their beginnings or the years of good memories (even if they were false and foolhardy).
Xichen pulls his fingers free when that hard suck takes hold, breath hitching as he stills his own hips from sheer will-power. He rests their foreheads together so that he gets to see every reaction and trails his sticky fingers down Jin Guangyao's cock, wrapping around the base and stroking firmly to the tip where his wet palm rolls around the sensitive head, over and over, sinking back down with an experimental squeeze. Unhurried, all of it, sensual and bold like Xichen's interest as he gazes at Jin Guangyao all the while, memorising what he seems to like best.
He does have a fondness for rubbing his thumb over the slit, spreading around any precome.