Eventually Zichen will be wrinkled and his hair will turn white, but his heart will remain the same. Xue Yang will be met with warm smiles and strong arms no matter Zichen's age!
He caresses the soft skin over his lover's heart and presses a kiss to his temple.
"I do too. The gods have given us a gift, A-Yang." a gift he pays attention to because he knows how awful it is to take something precious for granted and then to lose it.
Those toes are washed whether Xue Yang wiggles or not! He grins at the laughter and lifts his lover out of the dirty water, wrapping him in a towel to dry off. Nodding at the logic, though he does give his husband a sharp glance (going out?), Zichen sets fabric bandages on the counter.
"I don't think you will bleed unless you push yourself." he gives him a stern frown, "This will be fine for tonight."
Bringing out a soft robe in grey, he sets it on the counter too. Then he busies himself drying off his husband, chuckling at how his hair sticks up adorably from the static friction.
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He caresses the soft skin over his lover's heart and presses a kiss to his temple.
"I do too. The gods have given us a gift, A-Yang." a gift he pays attention to because he knows how awful it is to take something precious for granted and then to lose it.
Those toes are washed whether Xue Yang wiggles or not! He grins at the laughter and lifts his lover out of the dirty water, wrapping him in a towel to dry off. Nodding at the logic, though he does give his husband a sharp glance (going out?), Zichen sets fabric bandages on the counter.
"I don't think you will bleed unless you push yourself." he gives him a stern frown, "This will be fine for tonight."
Bringing out a soft robe in grey, he sets it on the counter too. Then he busies himself drying off his husband, chuckling at how his hair sticks up adorably from the static friction.