And that makes the elder man pause, both out of further curiosity but to ensure that he understands. "With a man?"

Jiang Cheng is distracting in his own way, so he is thankful for the help with the amount of ties and belts that outnumber his own. The kiss is a further distraction, earns a soft gasp and then a moan that is lost between them. Xichen presses forward, hands pushing aside fabric to slide against warm skin as he slots one left between the other sect leaders.