It feels like the torture lasts hours. He gasps and tosses his head, begging and pleading. His fingers pull at Xichen’s hair, his voice feeling hoarse.

Xichen just keeps going and still never gives him any relief. He’s all but sobbing at the end, squirming on the bed beneath him. He clenches down on Xichen’s fingers as if trying to keep him from pulling away. “Please, A-Huan, please! I want you inside me, please, I need you, I can’t wait any longer, please!”

He’d be appalled at his behavior if he wasn’t too focused on getting Xichen fucking him. Right now there isn’t anything more important in the word.