[ jing yuan is, of course, correct - yingxing is a proud creature, he would not take well to his lover's mind wandering off in the middle of their intimacy, instead demanding all of jing yuan's attention.

which he has, for the moment, his lover moaning sweetly beneath him as yingxing fucks him deep, rutting against his prostate from the perfect vantage point. sweat is gathering on his skin, his hair wild, unpinned, his pupils blown wide in violet eyes as he watches jing yuan's face, seeing the glazed look in his eyes that means he's reaching that sweet semi-subspace. ]

Pretty, hmm?

[ yingxing chuckles, renewing his grip, snapping his hips forward to bury his cock deep and holding there, still. ]

Hardly as pretty as you, Ah Yuan.

[ he whispers, turning his head to press a kiss to that palm. one hand releases jing yuan's thigh so that he can instead get his fingers around his lover's neglected cock, stroking him deep from root to tip. ]

Are you going to come for me? Show me how good you look when you fall apart for me?