He wraps his arms around Xichen’s neck, moaning low at finally being able to feel skin against his own. He has no strength to protest even if he wanted to, pressing his face against the junction of neck and shoulder. He mouths at the skin there, rocking back against Xichen’s cock— and freezing.

“A-Huan is so big,” he murmurs against his throat, tentatively rubbing back against it, feeing the slide against his skin. “A-Huan is going to stretch me open so much. Will you make sure it fits?”