Fear was a hell of a libido-inhibitor, in Jin Guangyao's experience. But such recollections of the legitimate reasons they remained apart from each other in the cultivation world are far from the forefront of his mind right now.
He lets out a breathless "oh" at the cold, intimate press of Lan Xichen's finger against him, but does not flinch away in discomfort. Instead his breath quickens, and he turns his face to the side to kiss Lan Xichen's temple, then his ear. "Zewu-jun does not need to apologize," he whispers and presses himself back into that touch; his face contorts in an expression of startled pleasure, eyelashes fluttering closed and his lips parted. "Zewu-jun is doing so well. Oh, Er-ge--" he drops his forehead to rest against Lan Xichen's collarbone, "--Huan-er, I love you." A kiss against pressed to his bare skin, and he says it again, breathless: "I love you."
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He lets out a breathless "oh" at the cold, intimate press of Lan Xichen's finger against him, but does not flinch away in discomfort. Instead his breath quickens, and he turns his face to the side to kiss Lan Xichen's temple, then his ear. "Zewu-jun does not need to apologize," he whispers and presses himself back into that touch; his face contorts in an expression of startled pleasure, eyelashes fluttering closed and his lips parted. "Zewu-jun is doing so well. Oh, Er-ge--" he drops his forehead to rest against Lan Xichen's collarbone, "--Huan-er, I love you." A kiss against pressed to his bare skin, and he says it again, breathless: "I love you."