He shouldn't be this flustered over this praise, but he nearly weeps with it. "Yes, yes," he murmurs in agreement. He is indeed a good boy, a sweet boy. "Always for you."

He could get addicted to this, to the stretch and the burn of it that makes him feel more alive than he ever has, a keening noise sounding through the bedroom as Xichen lifts his hips. "Ah, ah-- A-Huan...!"

He reaches down, pressing a hand against his stomach and sliding down. He tightens with a sudden arousal that shocks him when he can feel the way Xichen's cock slides into him and he moans. "I can feel it, A-Huan, I can feel you. I'm going to-- I want to come again, I can't--"

How is he supposed to last like this?