"You're the beautiful one here." Xichen murmurs it when he draws back, eyes focusing on Guangyao's face, his hands smoothing over A-Yao's thighs before he's leaning forward again, taking more into his mouth this time, letting himself adjust to the weight and sensation. His tongue slides against Guangyao's shaft, tasting his skin as he starts to move slowly, working off his memory of Guangyao's mouth on his own shaft.