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"I brought the popcorn! Now scoot over! It's cold." Yixing exclaims walking toward the living room couch, nudging his husband's shoulder to make space for himself.
Junmyeon rolls his eyes as he removes the warm throw blanket from Yixing's usual spot on their couch. "It wouldn't be so cold if you wore a sweater, Yixing. A t-shirt isn't going to do much for you in this weather."
It's well into December and as expected, the temperature outside drops to bone-chilling numbers once the sun goes down in Yixing's hometown of Changsha. Much to Junmyeon's delight, it has yet to snow, meaning less yard work to do and more time cuddling on these winter nights with his husband.
"But–" Yixing opened his mouth to defend himself when Junmyeon grabbed the bowl of popcorn out of Yixing's hands and pulled him onto the couch.
"But if you wear a sweater, it'll be too warm under the blankets," Junmyeon says with practice when he tugs on the hem of Yixing's shirt causing him to scoot in closer to his body, "I know. I know."
Yixing smiles, knowing that in their 5-year marriage, he's always won their arguments. He wraps his arms around Junmyeon's waist and leans in, getting as close as he can to his husband's warm body. " And ," he emphasizes, "You have enough body warmth for two people, you know? If I wear a sweater, I'll get really sweaty and gross. I don't think you would want that, Myeonie."
Junmyeon scrunches his nose in fake disgust, "No, I really wouldn't want that. You're already plenty stinky and sweaty after coming back from the studio."
Slightly offended, Yixing pulls away from Junmyeon, grabs some popcorn from the bowl in Junmyeon's lap, and throws the kernels at the other man. "Hey! You're no better Mr. 'I wear the same clothes to the gym five days in a row!'"
"My workout clothes are made from high-performance, microfiber, polyester fabric that moves my sweat away from my body to the fabric surface where it would continue to evaporate leaving me dry and comfortable!" Junmyeon is quick to retaliate. "My clothes shouldn't smell at all ."
Yixing glares at his husband and scowls before forcefully falling back down onto his husband's side. "Whatever. Just start the stupid movie." Yixing says with eyes staring at the television across the room, then continues in a mumbling whisper, "You're not the one who has to do the laundry."
Junmyeon sighs, grabbing the remote control from the edge of the couch and pressing play.
They're forty minutes into the movie and neither of them had said anything to each other. The silent treatment Yixing was giving him was driving Junmyeon mad. He knew Yixing was going to rub the victory in Junmyeon's face later, but he would rather admit defeat than have Yixing stay upset with him.
"Hey," Junmyeon says softly, looking at the body to his left. Yixing didn't respond, body unmoving and eyes still fixed on the television screen. "Xingie... bunny..." Junmyeon has no choice but to use the pet name that he knows Yixing is weak to. He caresses the back of Yixing's neck to further get his husband's attention, "Bunny love... Look at me..."
With a grunt, Yixing turns his head and rests his chin to look up at Junmyeon. "What?" he says with a pout and furrowed eyebrows. Yixing is obviously upset, but Junmyeon can't help but smile at him because the look the smaller is giving him is too cute.
Junmyeon gently moves Yixing's bangs away from his face and leans down to kiss his forehead, even though it's straining his neck to do so. "I'm sorry, bunny love. I didn't mean to upset you," Junmyeon apologizes, hand moving to the side of his husband's face and caressing the lobe of his ear.
Still pouting, Yixing replies, "I'll accept your apology if you kiss me."
Chuckling, Junmyeon pulls his smaller husband up to his level and brings his lips to his favorite, plump, and irresistibly soft lips. A quick, chaste peck and Junmyeon pulls back to see a smile on Yixing's face, wondering if Yixing was really upset in the first place or if he was, once again, wrapped around his husband's little finger.
Yixing giggles and the dimples that Junmyeon fell in love with show themselves. "Another one," Yixing commands.
Junmyeon grins and kisses Yixing again.
"Another," Yixing says again, remaining close to Junmyeon's face instead of pulling back.
And Junmyeon leaves another kiss on his husband's lips.
"One more," Yixing asks again, throwing his arms around Junmyeon's neck to hold him closer and bringing his legs up to straddle his thighs.
With more vigor, Junmyeon pressed his lips onto Yixing's, waiting for the younger to let him in. Biting on Yixing's lower lip, the younger opened his mouth slightly and Junmyeon took the chance to deepen the kiss. The kiss tastes like a mix of Yixing's vanilla lip balm and the butter of the popcorn they were both snacking on. Yixing's hands had made their way to the back of Junmyeon's head and his fingers caress his hair. Junmyeon's hands rested on Yixing's waist, thumbs stroking the prominent lines of his recently formed adonis belt (that Junmyeon finds incredibly provocative.) Before they break apart, Junmyeon takes in one last breath taking in the smell of Yixing's favorite lavender body wash, reveling in the comforting smell.
One last moan and Yixing separates himself from Junmyeon and rests his forehead on his husband's. After catching his breath, he asks, "One more?"
Junmyeon can't help but laugh and yet he gives in to his husband's request, "One more."
Junmyeon quickly brought his lips to Yixing's once more and vocalized a "muah," causing the smaller to giggle. It was a quick peck but it seemed to satiate Yixing and finally get him to accept his apology. "Okay, I forgive you," he says, beaming. "Now, let's get back under the blanket. I'm cold."
Junmyeon grunts as Yixing slides his body further down to bury himself under the blanket in search of warmth. Junmyeon follows him, laying completely horizontal on the couch, side by side with his husband who seems to be very set on falling asleep.
Realizing that the couple had completely forgotten about the movie still playing on the television, Junmyeon reaches up to the armrest for the remote. After switching off the television, Junmyeon retreats to the warmth, wrapping his arms around Yixing while Yixing buries his face into Junmyeon’s chest. "Good night," Junmyeon hears Yixing mumble. Junmyeon responds with a "night," lets his heavy eyelids close, and awaits slumber.
Junmyeon must have been very tired that day to not notice the sounds of tiny footsteps making their way to their location. He wouldn't have noticed that they had a visitor until he heard a small, familiar voice, "Appa..."
As his body slowly switches to protective mode, Junmyeon opens his eyes to find their 3-year-old son standing in front of him with a worried face.
Junmyeon grunts as he hoists his upper body up to lean on an elbow, careful not to wake Yixing, noticing that he has completely buried himself under the blanket. "What's wrong, Kun-ah? Why aren't you in bed?" Junmyeon asks.
"My bed is too cold," Kun whimpered and pouted. Junmyeon is convinced that their son inherited his cuteness from Yixing because Junmyeon is terribly weak to their pouts.
"Okay," Junmyeon uttered as he lifted up the blanket to reveal Yixing snuggled up against his chest, "Get in. I'll keep you warm."
Kun's frown lifted into a smile when he saw his other parent with them. "Baba is here, too!" He exclaimed as he climbed onto the couch and tried to fit himself between the two adults.
Yixing groans when he feels the tiny body climb over him and buries himself between him and his husband. Without opening his eyes, he mumbled, "Good night, baby."
Junmyeon chuckles, "Were you talking to me or to Kun?"
Yixing wraps an arm around their son and Junmyeon's waist, "Mm, both of you."
Waiting for Kun to make himself comfortable, Junmyeon arranges his own body so that they all miraculously fit on the couch. "Are you warm now?" He asks.
Kun nods as he grasps onto his appa's sweater. Junmyeon watches his son fall asleep quickly afterward, taking down a mental reminder to buy warmer blankets for Kun's bed.
Junmyeon lays back down on the couch waiting to fall back asleep. But before he closes his eyes, he takes a peek at his husband and son, both sleeping peacefully and comfortably. His heart swells at the sight.
Yixing is right. He does have enough body warmth for two people (and maybe even enough for one more).