He watches Jin Guangyao seem to pinch off his approaching climax, and, ever the astute student, he makes a note to do that in the future when he feels too close to the edge. (It never mattered before - whenever he'd touched himself the whole point was to have it done and over with as quick as possible. But now... now he wants it to last.)

He's smiling up at him, warmth radiating from his beaming face despite the face the bed is now covered in a thin layer of frost.

"As my husband wishes."

His hands glide over Jin Guangyao's waist, to his hips first positioning him so he can line up his erection, then slowly, steadily guiding him down. The tip breaches him, and Xichen's thighs tremble at the slow, tender push into the tight heat of his love. Oh -- oh he could stay in here forever, if A-Yao let him.