Xichen is out of practice with this and while he's expecting it -- it doesn't catch him off guard -- he's not quite prepared for how much Jiang Cheng spills into his mouth. It spills from his lips, slides down his chin as he sucks him through it.

He presses Jiang Cheng's hips down to the bed, holds him still as he strains against him.

When he pulls back, his lips are swollen and he has to wipe seed from the corners of his mouth. "So good for me," he says, voice hoarser than it was moments before.