Now, Mingjue was not actually experienced, as enthusiastic as he had thus far been. The sounds that A-Yao was making combined with the look on Xichen's face meant that when A-Yao spilled over Xichen's hands, Mingjue's rhythm stuttered, his grip tightened on A-Yao's hips, and he came hard, curling over A-Yao's back and pressing his face into the back of his neck.

He remained still after that, panting and a little dazed.