The grope and warning nets Mingjue an intriguing little gasp out of Xichen and a flare of desire. With the easing-up of Xichen's grip on his hip, he repeats the bucking motion, hoping for another delicious hiproll.

His cock's renewed interest in the proceedings, however, blasts away his narrow focus. He certainly hasn't forgotten that half of the reason why there were tears on Xichen's face was that he all but pounced the two of them in the middle of fucking, interrupted everything, and sent it straight to hell. From over Xichen's shoulder, he can see A-Yao now, curled in on himself and smiling and entirely too far away.

Stroking Xichen's sides, he leans forward with the reminder, "Now, I did interrupt you both."