At that nod, Mingjue takes a deep breath, then another, and then nudges the head of his cock past A-Yao's rim. He shoves him up against Xichen, on purpose and a slight huff of a laugh, shifting his own hands so that they're on either of A-Yao's hips and Xichen has free range of A-Yao's front.

"Hold him still, Xichen," he murmurs, totally and cruelly ignoring A-Yao's plea. He pushes in slowly, savoring the sensations. Seating himself, hips against A-Yao's ass, he then he grins at Xichen over A-Yao's head. "Any instructions for me, Xichen? Fast? Slow?"