With Xichen so close, he would likely feel how hard Jiang Cheng is through his pants. He moans and reaches with shaking hands toward the other man. He takes a few deep breaths, sinking into the dark tresses, and closes his eyes.

“Yes,” he sighs happily. “Yes, I will. It’s not too much. Not now. Huan-ge. I want,” he gasps, “I want more. I want everything,” he pants, “everything you want to give me.”