"They're fools," he informs his husband. "I want you." But those hands always manage to sooth him (or stoke his passion when Zichen so desires).

Xue Yang hums in agreement, purring under the gentle hand in his hair. He wraps his arms tighter around Zichen, warmed by that fierce, answering defense.

The suggestion has him blink and tilt his head. "Names? What are you thinking?"