"O-Okay." he knew that he should probably talk about it a little bit at least. Or he didn't know how he could even deal with all the stuff that came with talking to Xichen, but that was a problem for future A-Yao.

His fingers move at a steady pace, occasionally slipping out to scoop more fruit lubricant in, he wanted to make certain that he was well prepared for this.

His free hand finally moved from his chest, only to lube up his own straining cock, peeking out from underneath the chemise.