Trust that Zichen has earned. Patiently. Stubbornly. Lovingly, to the point he can't deny he has given it with all his heart. He can't imagine life without Zichen now! Doesn't want to.
He smiles, humming at the kiss, and relaxes under the quiet affection. This is someone he trusts to bathe him without purposely hurting him, or humiliating him.
Even when soap hits the open wounds, making him hiss, he doesn't pull away. He's learned, too, that his husband prefers hearing his pain verbally than for him to internalize it and hide it away. It still leaves him shuddering by the time the pain eases to just a sting and he burrows into those sheltering arms as he catches his breath again.
"Better to get it clean," he murmurs reassuringly, and turns his face to nuzzle his husband's chest.
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He smiles, humming at the kiss, and relaxes under the quiet affection. This is someone he trusts to bathe him without purposely hurting him, or humiliating him.
Even when soap hits the open wounds, making him hiss, he doesn't pull away. He's learned, too, that his husband prefers hearing his pain verbally than for him to internalize it and hide it away. It still leaves him shuddering by the time the pain eases to just a sting and he burrows into those sheltering arms as he catches his breath again.
"Better to get it clean," he murmurs reassuringly, and turns his face to nuzzle his husband's chest.