By the time he lifts his head, he's licking his swollen pink lips and his eyes are darker than ever as they take in the dishevelled sight Jin Guangyao makes, near to tears with need from Xichen's teasing.

"Hush, I'm here," he says, nuzzling his cheek as he leans up and positions himself between those trembling thighs, briefly leaving him empty. He braces his weight on an arm and keeps gazing at Jin Guangyao as his hastily oiled cock is guided to that gaping hole, then the pressure starts and doesn't let up as he starts pushing inside, breath hitching as he controls the push of his hips. If he loses his mind for a single moment he won't know how to stop. "Breathe, a-Yao."