Zhuliu growls as Xichen grinds against him, nipping harshly at the juncture of neck and shoulder. He soothes the pain with a swipe of his tongue. He thrusts up against Xichen and readjusts his grip.

"Baby did so well staying still for Sir. What shoud Baby's reward be?" He hums his words against Xichen's jaw, as he kisses his way back to Xichen's mouth. The feeling of Xichen's body against his is heavenly, and he can't wait to peel Xichen's clothes from him. He knows Xichen is needy, and he has no plans to prolonge this too much, but he wants to savour Xichen's body as much as he can. He feels like a parched man, finally getting that first sip of cool water after too long a time without.