"You've let me have plenty of practice." Zichen follows Xue Yang in stripping off his robes too, laying them neatly on the counter. He chuckles at himself, the sound barely audible, at how very difficult it is for him to look away from his husband. So his boots are taken off a bit clumsily.

He considers wrapping a towel around his waist - to hide certain effects - but there isn't any point.

"Get in."

His orders are hardly rough or aggressive. However if Xue Yang follows them without fussing, he will be rewarded handsomely. Zichen gazes at his husband heatedly, approaching the tub.