ooc: From here.

Xingchen raises his face, leaving his breath to still tantalize, and lifts an eyebrow in the direction of Zichen's voice. He doesn't doubt that part, but right now, specifically, Zichen needs him in a certain way, and that's what he means.

"I am right here." He undoes the trouser stays nimbly, kisses the hardness through the fabric, then pulls them down in one motion to kiss it directly, too.

... then he leans back, gracefully rising to his feet. "Stay a moment."

Only for Xingchen to set a few of previously prepared silence talismans in the corners of the room.

"I want to hear you. Only me."

And he plucks their jar of ointment and settles back on his knees in front of him, arranging Zichen's legs a little wider for the next part of ... this.

Which he begins by stroking up and down Zichen's thighs... then leaning to wrap his lips around his shaft and very, very slowly starting to take it in.

All the way in, even if he knows he'll choke. He wants to have all of Zichen's length snugly inside him, at least for a moment.