[ Xichen's moans fill the Hanshi, low and breathy as he kneads a fistful of Jiang Cheng's hair just to keep reassuring him he's doing well. He's already come once so his body is arching even as he tries to keep his hips on the bed and not choke Wanyin, too over-sensitised to handle much more than a few minutes of being pleasured. When he bites his lip and a louder noise breaks past his bitten lips, the shuddering tension in his lower half ought to be taken as a warning. ]
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