Huaisang has never heard Xichen sound like this, never heard his voice full of heat and desire, his breathing like that even when he's been fighting. He always stays collected, calm. He's intrigued to have discovered this side of him, the side that's pushing him to the brink, having him rock his hips into the other's hand as he arches into his mouth.
"Fuck," Huaisang whimpers, nails digging in, grasping where he's holding onto the other at the work of the other's tongue, his nipples getting more taut at the attention.
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"Fuck," Huaisang whimpers, nails digging in, grasping where he's holding onto the other at the work of the other's tongue, his nipples getting more taut at the attention.