The famed Lan arm strength comes into play as he lifts Jin Guangyao up with both hands under his ass, helping him to ride his cock to the obscene sound of being fucked that fills the house. It has Xichen's biceps taut, keeping him there, but the effort is negligible when he can look down as see how deep he's fucking him by the swell on that cute belly, sweet kisses dappling his cheek and jaw as Jin Guangyao begs.

"Go ahead, baobei," the endearment is playful as he nuzzles his way down his lover's neck, knowing nothing except this man is his, his zhiji, and he would do anything for him. Live or die. I'm yours, forever, however you'll have me. Every way possible, he thinks when he hears that. A groan lodges in his throat as he feels the way the body around his cock is clamping down. "You can come without being stroked, can't you? My good boy, my a-Yao."

He's close too, biting at Jin Guangyao's neck as tension ripples all through Xichen and he fucks him faster. All that spiteful talk of being Xichen's wife and now his a-Yao is desperate for him to fill him up, filthy sweet thing that he is. It's too much to bear and Xichen drags him down as he gives in, hot come spilling inside in thick ropes to make Jin Guangyao his, marked and dirty. His breathing is staccato and shallow, still continuing to slam in so he can get his lover off.

"Got you, oh love, I've got you."