Getting to the top would have been easy, if the top was Gusu to Jin Guangyao. He would have had free reign under Xichen ... but they both know it would have chafed him to be second to anyone.

"Mine."

There's a question behind it, kissed along the exposed length of Jin Guangyao's throat as Xichen lowers himself to let his hard, hot cock be felt in the groove of a hip, dull pressure as he focuses instead on mouthing his way over a pulse. He never puts his own wants first, petting a hand along a smooth waist to soothe his lover.

"I should have made you mine years ago. All the times I wanted to kiss you, pull you aside and pin you to a wall in Jinlintai ..."