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Jiang Cheng sighs, shoulders sagging with relief. Home at last.
He is bone deep exhausted, just about ready to turn in for the night. Truly, the thought of doing anything but climbing right into bed felt ridiculous. Still, as if on autopilot, Jiang begins to undress.
He steps out of his shoes, placing them haphazardly next to another pair, and massages his shoulder while rolling it backwards a few times. His coat comes next, as he deposits it on the rack near the entrance on his way towards the living room.
Most of the lights are off, save for the one lamp on of the coffee side tables. The soft yellow light giving the living room a cozy warm and inviting glow.
A happy sigh makes his way out of Jiang Cheng as he loosens his tie and pads through the house towards the bedroom. Gently pushing the door open, he smiles fondly, as he catches sight of his husband snuggled up under the sheets.
Jiang Cheng’s stomach swoops, and his heart stutters in his chest. He drops his tie somewhere, and softly lifts up the covers, sliding in next to Lan Wangji. He watches him, the rise and fall of his chest, the soft planes of his handsome face, adoring the small little sounds that escape him every now and then.
As if sensing Jiang Cheng’s intense loving gaze, Wangji hums sleepily, brow and nose twitching. His eyes flutter open, and his face turns sideways. When he catches sight of a slightly disheveled looking Jiang Cheng, he smiles softly and turns his whole body on his side. Lifting the covers, he opens his arms and waits patiently, eyes fluttering close once again.
Jiang Cheng huffs a laugh, and slides right into his husband’s awaiting arms.
Wangji presses a kiss to the crown of Jiang Cheng’s head, and hums happily, hugging him tightly while Jiang Cheng burries his face in his chest. He takes the hand he’d thrown over Jiang Cheng’s body, and uses it to pry and lift Jiang Cheng’s face toward him.
He leans down, and presses a kiss to his forehead, followed by a kiss to one eye, then the other. His nose, both of his cheeks, until finally, he slots his soft dry lips against Jiang Cheng’s.
“Darling”
“Mm” Jiang Cheng sighs, “hi”.
“Hi” Wangji responds, huffing a small laugh. “Rough day?”
Jiang Cheng merely nods and burrows impossibly closer, as if his ultimate goal was to merge his own body with his husbands.
Wangji sighs contently, and kisses Jiang Cheng once more. He knows he should get him to shower and have some dinner before they both fall asleep, but he can’t bring himself to move.
His husband’s had a rough day, and in turn is being very soft and clingy. So Wangji decides to give him a few extra minutes of cuddles to recover some energy and cards his hand through his loose strands of hair, smiling.
Just a few more minutes, he thinks.