"If Lianfang-zun thinks this Zewu-jun is letting him go any time soon," he speaks with the slightest hint of a throaty growl, "he is thoroughly mistaken."
How long he's wanted to hold A-Yao! Nothing like having to stand up to get something is going to make itself any kind of obstacle if he has anything to say about it.
The kisses to his throat elicit a soft, pleasured sound out of him and as he closes his fingers around the tube, he nuzzles lovingly into the crook of Jin Guangyao's neck, leaving his own shameless trail of kisses and love bites.
(He doesn't need much of an imagination to work out what Jin Guangyao means - he has some memories of his other self, and even if he didn't, the context of his earlier request is painting a very vivid picture.)
Lubricant acquired (and Xichen is not one for boasting but they're really going to need it), he sinks back into the cushions, drinking in the sight of his lover, his betrothed, sprawled over him. Jin Guangyao really is a vision and he's not sure how they managed to keep their hands off each other for twenty years, because now that he's had a taste... well. Their former arrangement is now quite untenable.
He can't warm the gel, and he murmurs an apology against the shell of Jin Guangyao's ear, before running the tip of a slicked, chilly finger over the creased rim of his entrance.
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How long he's wanted to hold A-Yao! Nothing like having to stand up to get something is going to make itself any kind of obstacle if he has anything to say about it.
The kisses to his throat elicit a soft, pleasured sound out of him and as he closes his fingers around the tube, he nuzzles lovingly into the crook of Jin Guangyao's neck, leaving his own shameless trail of kisses and love bites.
(He doesn't need much of an imagination to work out what Jin Guangyao means - he has some memories of his other self, and even if he didn't, the context of his earlier request is painting a very vivid picture.)
Lubricant acquired (and Xichen is not one for boasting but they're really going to need it), he sinks back into the cushions, drinking in the sight of his lover, his betrothed, sprawled over him. Jin Guangyao really is a vision and he's not sure how they managed to keep their hands off each other for twenty years, because now that he's had a taste... well. Their former arrangement is now quite untenable.
He can't warm the gel, and he murmurs an apology against the shell of Jin Guangyao's ear, before running the tip of a slicked, chilly finger over the creased rim of his entrance.