#yet he touched yichen gently

[haifoct]

Zhuo Yichen! Look carefully. Don't miss.

[randomingoftherandomness]

Yuanyi cuddling, Yichen admiring his sleeping demon, soft fluffy fic, if you want♡

It's easy enough to tuck his demon against himself, easier still to brush back his messy long hair, taking his time to smooth the palm of his hand over the flyaways, working his fingers through the knots that came as a result of their less than innocent activities this evening.

It's an indulgence, Yichen knows, to be so happy and almost bonelessly satiated with pleasure. But it's also an indulgence he shamelessly holds close to his chest. Guarding it jealously and with no small amount of dread for the day he has to let it go.

Yuanzhou snuffles in his sleep, arching his face up. The soft tickle of his breath whispers over the base of Yichen's throat, and when he curls a touch over the corner of his jaw, the demon starts cooing.

It's adorable. It's beyond adorable, it's an absolute danger to his heart and Yichen loves it.

Loves it like he loves his handsome demon.

Trailing his touch, he maps out the territories and districts of muscle, skin, and bone. Marks down the roads and rivers in the flows of veins. Imprints the memory of Yuanzhou's body into his mind's eye. Yichen has had him body and soul, given him himself just the same, yet it never feels enough. With Zhao Yuanzhou, it's as if Yichen has the permission to be as greedy as he wants and the demon will never blame him for any of it.

Somedays he wants to swallow him whole. Other days he just wants to hold him close. Just like today.

So, it'll have to be enough.

His handsome demon stirs, slowly blinking himself awake with a slow inhale of breath. Smiling down at him, Yichen leans in to press a kiss to the corner of his lips, then again to the other side. Reverently, he sighs as he kisses the tip of his nose and under his eye as the alluring creature he has the blessing to call his own begins to giggle, darting in to nip at Yichen's chin in response.

"Isn't it too late for my Xiao Zhuo-daren to be so caught up in his thoughts?" Yuanzhou purrs, sliding his hand over Yichen's naked torso until he has his palm pressed over his heart. "Didn't I tire him out enough tonight?"

Yichen chuckles at the sleepy flirtation, giving in to his desire to reach down and pull their blanket higher until he has Yuanzhou comfortably tucked up. He knows the demon doesn't need it, but he also knows that the demon will indulge him these little mortal affections.

"Your Xiao Zhuo-daren is plenty tired, thank you very much." Darting in another quick kiss to his temple, he interlaces his free hand with Yuanzhou's on his chest. "But he wouldn't be opposed to another round of your best efforts."

"Oh?" His demon smiles, dark eyes twinkling.

So eager, Yichen thinks fondly. Guiding his beloved gently to lie on his back, he cages him in under the weight of his body, carefully caressing him, carding his hair back.

And when Yuanzhou cages him back in the cradle of his hips, Yichen lets himself be guided home.