Watching the two of them together, getting his hands on both of them, and his constant readiness for just this kind of thing since he'd gotten there leave Mingjue already ramped up high and the feel of A-Yao around him only takes him higher.

"That's it," he mutters, followed by a litany of other encouragements and praises that he intersperses with sloppy and off-target kisses.

His thrusts speed until he reaches 'fast' and he's taking A-Yao hard and gripping his hips harder. He keeps him still for Xichen, to make sure there's room for Xichen's hand on A-Yao's cock.

"Come for Xichen, yeah, A-Yao?" It's a mess of a request, half an order, rough and deep. "Let him see your face?"