He’s still out of it enough that he doesn’t realize that Xichen is still hard inside of him as he slowly relaxes. He melts against Xichen’s body, feeling content and warm, full.

Then Xichen begins to move his hips and Guangyao’s breath hitches. “A-Huan—“

Is he going to keep going? Oh, he’ll break. He’ll absolutely break, and he can’t bring himself to tell Xichen to stop. He doesn’t want to stop.

He whines and squirms with every thrust, sitting up to look at Xichen with half-lidded eyes. “Nooo,” he shakes his head, clinging to him. “I won’t. I’ll be good. How am I supposed to go without this any more?”