"Fuck, fuck--" The curses spill out without him being able to stop it, head tilted back as rides it out. He can't handle the praise that Xichen lavishes on him so easily, like it's nothing at all to do. He shakes his head--no, he can't come again without being touched, he needs it, how can he do it without a hand (literally, figuratively)?

But then Xichen comes and Guangyao's mind unravels. His body tenses and goes tight, crying out as the tightening coil in his lower stomach snaps and he comes, spilling over both their stomachs.

Tears slip down from his eyes, Guangyao whining as he clings to Xichen. "Don't pull out," he finally manages to gasp, holding on tight. "I don't want it spilling out yet. A-Huan..." He presses lazy kisses to Xichen's face and neck, muscles twitching like he was unconsciously trying to milk Xichen for every drop.