[ It's impossible not to lean into all the kisses, to press himself up and into Xichen and lean into his embrace. Everything inside of him is demanding that he wrap himself around his husband and not let go - a familiar feeling, but more intense than usual.
Shifting he takes the outermost layer of Xichen's robes and turns to the bed, beginning to tuck it all into the spots it best fits. It takes him a moment to be happy about it, to get it just right so that it looks as good as he can make it, and only then does he turn back to Xichen.
His expression remains heated, and there's a new intensity to him as he crawls back over to his husband. ]
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Shifting he takes the outermost layer of Xichen's robes and turns to the bed, beginning to tuck it all into the spots it best fits. It takes him a moment to be happy about it, to get it just right so that it looks as good as he can make it, and only then does he turn back to Xichen.
His expression remains heated, and there's a new intensity to him as he crawls back over to his husband. ]
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