God I am just so into JGY sitting in LXC's lap

The closeness! The intimacy! The opportunities for JGY to act innocently seductive!

...mostly that last one.

JGY squirming a little because he needs to get comfortable, his ass directly over LXC's groin. Tilting his head so that his hair falls so that LXC has a clear view of his neck. Making happy little moaning noises as he stretches and settles in comfortably.

(LXC takes deep, calming breaths. Which would work better if JGY weren't right in front of him--)

JGY sighing contentedly and leaning back into LXC. Spreading his legs a little, which of course makes LXC spread his legs. He laughs at the position of LXC's hands

and tells him he doesn't have to be so careful, grabs one hand and leads it to JGY's waist and the other. His. Hip, LXC thinks carefully, if he just thinks of it as his hip it'll be fine.

And he won't stop wiggling.

He can't quite help it. He leans forward a little, breathing in the scent of his hair. Which may be a mistake, because that's when JGY executes an extremely, ah, uncomfortable wiggle, right on top of--

There's no way he hasn't noticed, thinks LXC faintly.

And then JGY tilts his head again, more deliberately this time, revealing his neck ripe for kissing. And LXC realizes what he's been up to.

"A-Yao," he murmurs, voice gravelly. (It would be easier to calm himself down for a moment if JGY weren't moving his ass,

in small, slow circles, against LXC's erection.)
"Is something the matter, er-ge?" There's a laugh in his voice.

"This isn't appropriate," LXC manages.

"Why not?" says JGY. "We both want it." And then he starts stroking LXC's hand.

LXC surrenders.

He leans in and starts sucking kisses at JGY's neck, brushing his hair out if the way entirely. The sounds JGY starts to make at that--his hips jerk forward a little of their own accord; JGY grinds backwards into him. JGY takes one of LXC's hands and brings it to his mouth,

starts sucking on his fingers, running his tongue up and down LXC's fingers and then dipping between them. This time it's LXC who lets out the moan. It sounds ridiculously loud to his ears, but JGY seems to approve, if the way he sucks harder is any indication.

He takes LXC's other hand and puts it on his own erection.

LXC moans into JGY's neck, again, biting down. He feels sorry afterwards except that he felt JGY's cock jerk in his hand when he bit him, even through the robes. He sucks on it soothingly, bites again, experimental;

JGY's erection twitches again, and so does his own, in reaction. He starts to feel one-handed for the opening in JGY's robes; fortunately JGY gets the picture before he has to turn his attention away from JGY's neck, and takes a moment to help him open up the robes and free

his erection. He'd stopped focusing on LXC's fingers, and LXC had let out a moment of complaint, but the moment he gets his hand on JGY's dick he stops caring. He sucks kisses and bites into JGY's neck, jerking him off while JGY moans and cries out and grinds against him--

It doesn't take too much longer for him to come, spending himself right onto LXC's hands. He goes boneless for a moment, and LXC tries to soften his kisses, patient, waiting--

--he doesn't have to wait long. JGY gathers himself, and turns around in the space of LXC's legs.

LXC tries not to mourn the loss of that pressure, but then JGY smiles at him, happy and familiar and gorgeously dimpled--LXC's heart skips a beat--and then he takes LXC's hands and brings them to his mouth and starts licking his own come off them.

LXC moans, his hips jerking forward again. "Here," says JGY, and brings Lan Xichen's hands down to his erection.

LXC is entirely willing to jerk off under JGY's appreciative gaze--more than willing--but that doesn't quite seem to be what he has in mind.

"It's not the best angle," he says thoughtfully, "but if you lie back like this"--LXC does as JGY shows him, then JGY takes LXC's hands and curls them around the base of his dick, leaning in forward and starting to suck on its head.

"A-Yao," LXC gasps, jerking himself frantically and watching his dick in JGY's mouth. JGY sucks so carefully; he doesn't take any more of LXC's dick, focusing entirely on the head, sucking and rubbing his tongue along its underside and along the underside of LXC's dick,

just below the head.

"A-/Yao/," he repeats, a warning this time. JGY understands him, and pulls off of LXC's dick. He adds his hands to the effort, his small and gorgeous and elegant hands, and he's smiling at LXC with the mouth that was just on--

He comes.

He lies there for a moment, panting, his hands covered in his own come and whatever's left of JGY's that JGY didn't lick off him. There's a bright amusement to JGY's smile, but it softens as he looks at LXC, and he crawls over to kiss him on the lips.

LXC kisses him back, thirstily.

"You were right," he says, finally, drowsily. "But how are we going to clean up?"

JGY rises briefly, gets a cloth and pours a little of the water from the fire on it, starts cleaning up LXC's hands. LXC watches him, or tries to; he's fading fast

already.

"Next time," he gets out, "we should see if we can find a bed."

JGY quirks up into a half-smile at him, entirely amused, the combination that means 'I make no promises.' LXC feels himself smiling in return, in amusement, in quite helpless devotion.

The last thing he registers, before he drifts off to sleep, is JGY curling up against him, his back to LXC's stomach, and tugging up the blanket to cover them.