Han Yu practically drags Xi Zirui into his own quarters, pulling him after him by the sleeve like an excitable child.
The way he slams Xi Zirui against the wall as soon as the doors close behind them is not at all childlike, however.
"Is shixiong weakened after depleting his qi reserves," Han Yu asks, purring the words against Xi Zirui's neck. "Shidi can fill you right up."
Xi Zirui is halfway amused by Han Yu's terrible attempts at dirty talk, and decides to give him some face.
He also has his own face to consider, so he compromises by hooking a finger under Han Yu's waist sash and dragging him towards the bed.
"Don't blame me for taking you up on your offer," Xi Zirui says, climbing on top of Han Yu and undoing his sash.
"I'm at shixiong's disposal," he says, leaning back with his hands behind his head, observing Xi Zirui work his robes open.
