"...I would have claimed you when we were teenagers." Xichen's voice is low, a little hoarse, his eyes closing for a moment after meeting Mingjue's gaze, something in his eyes just adding to the ache in his own chest. He stands for a moment before moving, coming up behind Guangyao before he leans down to kiss Mingjue.

And he's gotten better at kissing, trying to deepen it, hand sliding into Mingjue's hair until he pulls back. "I don't..." He clears his throat, takes a shaky breath.

"I want to hold onto this as long as possible. I don't want to..." He takes a shaky breath, tries to calm himself down.

"We...should eat before we get too distracted."