He gives a deep moan as soon as he feels Lan Xichen’s mouth on his. There’s a primal voice in him chanting and singing in yes In his mind and blood as heat course through his veins. There’s a relief from how the other man is pressed tightly against him and Jiang Cheng sobs, hips twitching, at the feeling of the cool, dry band on his hardness.

He kisses him back with fervor, mouth moving against his, drawing Lan Xichen in deeper and wanting so much more of him.