The Lan clan’s ability to keep such careful control is awe-inspiring, truly. Guangyao had admired it for a long time, but right now he couldn’t be bothered to think it as anything other than aggravating. Here Guangyao was, ready to shove Xichen down and sink down onto that thick cock without a second guess if he had the chance, and Xichen was just calmly putting him through the paces.

He takes a deep breath and then another, his exhaling shaky as he tries to keep some semblance of control. It doesn’t work much, but it’s something.

“A-Huan…” Guangyao’s tone isn’t quite a protest, but he seems embarrassed as he covers his face with a hand, relaxing around Xichen’s finger as he gets used to it. “When we first met, I thought you ethereal. Untouchable, above the rest of us mere mortals. I didn’t think you’d even spare me a glance. And instead you stood up for me, spoke to me as equals.”

He shivers and takes another breath. “I knew then I would end up loving you, even if I told myself I couldn’t do such a thing.”