In his determination to keep Xichen in bed whilst A-Yao went off to do...chores or breakfast or whatever, Mingjue had sprawled with single-minded intensity. He would keep Xichen in bed if he had to break the damn bed. Because this...

He'd never thought he'd ever experience this. Being pressed down overtop of a lover, especially not Xichen, hands wandering up his back to play with his hair. Contentment relaxed his shoulders as he, well, aggressively cuddled. He would get back to the war as soon as he could, but this Xichen having lost him already introduced a terrible hint of reluctance in him. If he had the moment now to simply be with him, he needed to.

Burying his face in Xichen's shoulder, he muttered, "Good thing he's nowhere near us. I don't want us getting out of bed until we have to."