The stallion nickers softly at him, watching until they've closed the door.

Xue Yang finds himself smiling softly at how his hands are batted away, and gives himself happily over to his husband's tender care. He doesn't shy from the dabbing, though he holds himself stiffly.

The suggestion to learn to fly startles a snicker from him, eyes closing before he forces them open as he glances up at his husband - the grin fades at that last. Turns utterly besotted. He's important to someone so good it makes his chest hurt just thinking about upsetting Zichen.

"I was almost flying today! A few more days and I'll have mastered it!" His horse is fast. But softer, "We almost got away without a scratch, love." Almost.

He flushes as he's fully stripped, but doesn't protest. A bath sounds heavenly.