"I know you won't dirty it, A-Yao." Fingers catch his chin, Xichen leaning down to brush a kiss against his lips gently. "And given everything you've told me about this place, I'd choose you over anyone else. I want it to be you." Fingers skim down the line of his neck before dropping to catch one of Guangyao's hands, bringing it up to the ribbon's knot at the back of his head.

"I want it to be you." He repeats quietly.