[ Jiang Cheng shakes his head, scoffing a little absently in the midst of his nuzzling and attempting to practically climb into Xichen's clothing. ]
I don't make nests.
[ Because he isn't an omega, so he has no reason to. It's better now, having Xichen this close, feeling safe and comfortable in the middle of the safety of their rooms, letting himself curl around his husband.
It feels better, he feels contained, and he hums a little softly. ]
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I don't make nests.
[ Because he isn't an omega, so he has no reason to. It's better now, having Xichen this close, feeling safe and comfortable in the middle of the safety of their rooms, letting himself curl around his husband.
It feels better, he feels contained, and he hums a little softly. ]
I made our bed.