He doesn't keep his lover waiting. Zichen grabs hold of the offered hand and steps into the tub, facing Xue Yang on the opposite side. Under the hot water, he slides their legs together, his eyelids drooping in hazy arousal.

"I didn't get in for the water."

And that is the only warning Xue Yang will get. Zichen springs again, positioning himself so he is pinning his husband against the tub. Though not roughly or uncomfortably. Then he claims a searing kiss, moaning.