He shivers when that arm encircles him low around his waist and smiles against his skin, then blinks in confusion when he feels Lan Xichen move. Jin Guangyao has time only yelp, "Er-ge--!" in surprise as he's hoisted up. Startled and wide-eyed, he is quick to clutch at Lan Xichen's shoulders for balance and stability, but caught off-guard as he is, he's quick to laugh a few moments later. "You could have left me in bed." like, he's not going to run away, this was his idea too

He drops a hand from its grip on Lan Xichen's shoulder to open nightstand's shallow drawer, then neatly withdraws it a moment later with the tube of lubricant in hand. Then he turns to find Lan Xichen's neck with his lips and tongue and press a line of warm, open-mouthed kisses against his throat, gliding his teeth gingerly across places where he has already left marks that will bruise. Shameless, he knows, and decides that for now, he will stop caring about it.

He presses the tube into Lan Xichen's hand and nudges him back towards the bed without pausing in his attentions to his betrothed's neck. "Zewu-jun should prepare his husband," he suggests in between kisses, and does not elaborate upon what he means by that, preferring instead to let Lan Xichen's vivid imagination fill in the blanks. He's an artist, after all. His is a visual medium.