He gasps and cries out with each twist. His hips buck up when he feels the sword practice roughened thumb brush over the tip, leaking more precome all over his hand. It feeds the fire that rages through him and he moans deeply as Lan Xichen kisses him deeply once more.

"Ze-Zewu-Jun," he gasps out. "Please."

He arches and tilts his head back, baring his neck to him.