"As you wish," Mingjue says, meeting Xichen's gaze with a slow smirk.
There's a spark of low delight in his chest that they're...sharing. What's his is Xichen's. And perhaps he shouldn't think in terms of possession but...
"Fast I can do."
And then he soothes along A-Yao's flanks with his hands at A-Yao's please. "Almost." He rocks a little, exploratory, planting his hands on A-Yao's hips. His strokes, though he'd agreed to fast, start slow as he gets used to the slide and breathes through the sensation. A-Yao's heat steals half his wits, it feels like, and he becomes single-minded as he speeds up increment by fractional increment, fucking A-Yao into Xichen's hold.
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There's a spark of low delight in his chest that they're...sharing. What's his is Xichen's. And perhaps he shouldn't think in terms of possession but...
"Fast I can do."
And then he soothes along A-Yao's flanks with his hands at A-Yao's please. "Almost." He rocks a little, exploratory, planting his hands on A-Yao's hips. His strokes, though he'd agreed to fast, start slow as he gets used to the slide and breathes through the sensation. A-Yao's heat steals half his wits, it feels like, and he becomes single-minded as he speeds up increment by fractional increment, fucking A-Yao into Xichen's hold.