From anyone else it would’ve changed. Always the small one, always the weak one. But with Xichen it doesn’t feel like an insult, it feels like praise. So small, but just right for him. So small, but able to take his cock so well.

He whimpers, clinging to Xichen as he brings them up and crying out as it feels like it makes Xichen sink in somehow deeper.

Guangyao gasps for air, squirming in Xichen lap, hips shaking as he tries to find the angle that’ll help get him off. “Please, I want to come, I can’t take this.” He whines, pleading, pressing kisses to Xichen’s face.

‘Love,’ Xichen says, and Guangyao tightens on his cock, breath stuttering. It feels ridiculous, but tears fill his eyes. Even if it’s in the throes of passion, even if he knows, in the logical, traitorous part of his mind that he can’t believe it since it’s said in such a position like this— his heart still sings with it.

“Yes,” he whispers. “Yours’. Love, Ah— Everything. You’re my everything. I’m yours’, forever, however you’ll have me.”