Swallowing the noises that Xichen makes, Mingjue claims his mouth with both focus and intent. He grinds down as Xichen presses up, muscles flexing beneath Xichen's hands.

It's not that he's entirely oblivious to A-Yao's entrance, but Xichen is pliant in his hands and he wants—

The cough and the quip force Mingjue to break the kiss. He puts his face down into Xichen's neck and swears into his skin.

"I deserve this for interrupting you two before, don't I?" he asks with a groan. Propping his chin up on Xichen's shoulder, his smile is rueful. "Smells good."

He's not going to let Xichen up, though. He draws the line.