聂明玦 Niè Míngjué || Chìfēng-zūn

Shame fades when he hears that catch of breath, that soft sound and how fingers tight in his clothes. Mingjue smiles and nips at Xichen's neck.

Sit.

Rest.

Hm.

Without releasing his hold on his lover, he guides them to the nearest cushion before pressing Xichen down and following.