The unexpected fervor on Xichen's part catches him by surprise and he kisses back with a heart suddenly pounding in his chest. He can't move with the grip that Xichen has on him, easily tight enough to be bruising, and he suddenly feels young, young like he hasn't been in years.
The 'you're beautiful' from A-Yao is enough to keep him reminded of where he is, but he doesn't know what to do with the tears. The surge of protectiveness in his chest is enough to dizzy him, along with a desire to rend whatever made Xichen cry. A-Yao had said overwhelmed, which wasn't something he could punch in the face, but if ever anyone could throw hands with the abstract concept of an emotional overload, Mingjue is willing to at least try.
"I won't," he says roughly in reassurance as Xichen tangles his hand in Mingjue's hair. The look he darts past Xichen at A-Yao when Xichen breaks to beg him not to stop is as pleading as Xichen's words. Then he leans back in to kiss Xichen, to give him what he wants and perhaps what he needs, lets Xichen take control of his head with that grip on his hair.
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The 'you're beautiful' from A-Yao is enough to keep him reminded of where he is, but he doesn't know what to do with the tears. The surge of protectiveness in his chest is enough to dizzy him, along with a desire to rend whatever made Xichen cry. A-Yao had said overwhelmed, which wasn't something he could punch in the face, but if ever anyone could throw hands with the abstract concept of an emotional overload, Mingjue is willing to at least try.
"I won't," he says roughly in reassurance as Xichen tangles his hand in Mingjue's hair. The look he darts past Xichen at A-Yao when Xichen breaks to beg him not to stop is as pleading as Xichen's words. Then he leans back in to kiss Xichen, to give him what he wants and perhaps what he needs, lets Xichen take control of his head with that grip on his hair.