[ The relief in him is palpable, a sigh and a sag of his shoulders as he nods, and he finds himself once again leaning into the other's touch as it finds his back, guiding him into the apartment. He's been here a few times before, but never up these stairs, never into a space so private as the other's bedroom, loft though it may be, and further to the ensuite bathroom. He stands against the doorframe, trembling, as Yingxing starts to draw him a bath, and then the other urges him to take the time he needs, disappears with the plan of getting him water, and—
Under any other circumstance, he'd wait for the water before stripping down, he really would. But his clothes are uncomfortable, damp through with sweat and more, and the raw scent of the other man in this room especially is too much for him; he strips down and leaves his garments on the floor before he steps into the bath, hissing in relief at the cool water on his skin.
One small bit of relief. There could be more, too. It would be so easy to just—
His head tilts back against the tiles, eyes half-lidded, his grip on his cloudhymn magic gone, breath low and panting, fingers of both hands in a white-knuckled grip on the sides of the bath. Not here. Not here, no matter how blessedly good everything smells— ]
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Under any other circumstance, he'd wait for the water before stripping down, he really would. But his clothes are uncomfortable, damp through with sweat and more, and the raw scent of the other man in this room especially is too much for him; he strips down and leaves his garments on the floor before he steps into the bath, hissing in relief at the cool water on his skin.
One small bit of relief. There could be more, too. It would be so easy to just—
His head tilts back against the tiles, eyes half-lidded, his grip on his cloudhymn magic gone, breath low and panting, fingers of both hands in a white-knuckled grip on the sides of the bath. Not here. Not here, no matter how blessedly good everything smells— ]