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Lan Xichen is sitting in the living room, idly running his hand through his dog's fur as he reads a book, when he hears his husband from the bathroom.
"Lan Huan," he's calling, and both Lan Xichen and the dog perk up and turn their heads towards the voice. Jiang Cheng is peeking out from behind the door frame, his hair wet and skin still pink from his shower. "Could you grab me a towel? I forgot we put the ones in the bathroom in the wash."
"Ah…" Lan Xichen replies, and he looks a little sheepish when his husband gives him a questioning brow. "We don't...have any clean towels."
"What?"
"All of them are...dirty?"
Jiang Cheng steps out a little more from behind the door, and Lan Xichen's gaze is immediately drawn to the line of his chest.
"Xichen, eyes up here," Jiang Cheng scolds, but he sounds exasperatedly fond. Lan Xichen stands up from the couch, and the dog woofs for a second from the sudden loss of pats. He walks towards the bathroom, until he's standing just in front of it, the door still mostly closed.
"Don't we have extra towels?" Jiang Cheng asks through the crack, having retreated with Lan Xichen's approach. "We have at least two other ones, don't we? Where did they go?"
"We gave them to the cat," Lan Xichen reminds him, and he wraps his fingers around the wood until he can start prying it open. There's a little resistance, but soon enough he's inside the bathroom, placing his forearms on either side of Jiang Cheng's head as he crowds him against the closed door.
"What, why?" Jiang Cheng asks, and Lan Xichen's lips curl up in satisfaction when he notices that his husband's breaths are quickening.
"Because we had to take him to the vet last week, and we needed to line his carrier with something soft," Lan Xichen mumbles, angling his face down. “And then we needed something to cover it so he wouldn’t get scared.” He leans down to kiss Jiang Cheng, sliding a hand along his chest until he can wrap his fingers around his waist. "I can dry you with my body though, if you want."
"You're fucking ridiculous," Jiang Cheng mutters against him. "What are you going to do, spin me around like a drying machine?" But then he wraps his arms around Lan Xichen's neck and pulls him closer, and Lan Xichen sighs when their mouths line up into another mess of teeth and tongue.
When they break for breath, he discreetly turns the lock on the door, before diving back down into the depths of his husband's already conveniently naked body.
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"Great, now I need to shower again," Jiang Cheng complains afterwards, when he's boneless on top of Lan Xichen and Lan Xichen is running idle fingers up and down his spine. The bathroom floor isn't the most comfortable of places to be lying down on, but he finds that he can't bring himself to mind it too much when the warm weight of his husband is pinning him down.
"I can help," he offers, and Jiang Cheng sits up, glaring at him.
"No," he says, and Lan Xichen pretends to pout while he bites back a laugh. "I've had enough of your /help/. Find me a towel."
"As you wish," Lan Xichen replies, and the two get up in an awkward dance of long limbs, eventually ending with Jiang Cheng stepping back into the shower, and Lan Xichen pulling his pants back on.
As he leaves, the sound of water starts to fill the room, and he's fairly certain that he hears his husband scowl something along the lines of,
"Why the fuck does the cat have more towels than me."