Yes, he has made him hard! And Zichen wants him to see to said hardness. It had been Xue Yang's idea to spar, hadn't it? The wiggling takes his breath away and he whimpers softly, his nails digging into his lover's lower back.

"You are willing to help me, A-Yang, aren't you?"

Zichen pulls one of his lover's hands to his lips, kissing his palm, eyes dark with want. Then he pushes it down to his hip.