That moan rolls through him, Xichen making a soft sound of his own, his gaze dropping again before he just runs his finger over Guangyao's shaft, skin to skin, eyes drifting back up to his face.

"I...not really. I don't usually have the time to think of things like that." It's never been a priority, his focus more on everything else around him. "With the war and then Wangji being in seclusion and...."