Fever assails his veins as he watches Jin Guangyao toss his head and come hard for him, spilling a mess over Xichen's fist and painting his chest where the splatter lands. He doesn't mind, guides it even, so that when his lover is high on pleasure and kissing him so artlessly it's obvious when he swipes it off with his immaculate blue robes. Those, he loosens and drags away from his own hips, needing to feel skin on skin.

He hums into the hungry kisses, kneading at the curve of a pert ass to drag Jin Guangyao closer, the long hard line of Xichen's cock rutting between those cheeks over and over, bigger than his cute a-Yao who is still pink and plump after coming. Such a cute cock, Xichen thinks, putting his own strength into rocking up and simulating how they can fuck in the bed ... if they make it there.

His knees are starting to go numb on the mats but he's reluctant to stop grinding.

"A-Yao," breathier than usual, he nips at a lip. "A-Yao, feel what you do to me."