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The best thing about his current living arrangements is the fact that Song Lan is exactly the kind of person who will wake up at fuck all in the morning to bake.
Xue Yang stretches luxuriously amidst rumpled sheets, scenting the air.
Warm chocolate means brownies for breakfast!
"I want ice-cream!" He yells, pitching his voice to carry.
"Brush your teeth first. And make the bed!"
"Who the hell do you think you are ordering me around?" He hollers back, grinning ear to ear.
"The person about to send Xingchen out to the store at fuck all in the morning to buy ice-cream, that’s who." Song Lan mutters grimly under his breath, eliciting a chuckle from his husband.
…
When Xue Yang finally slouches downstairs, the brownies have been cut into neat bite sized squares and set out on a cooling rack. They look suspiciously dark. In fact, now that he thinks about it, they also smell more bitter than usual.
It doesn’t take him long to rifle through the trash and find the discarded 80% cocoa chocolate wrappers.
"Dark chocolate? " He whines petulantly.
Unfair. After I made the bed and everything. It might not have hospital corners but it’s definitely… bedshaped.
"You know I don’t like dark… MNFF."
A burst of warm caramel oozes over his tongue and sticks to his teeth. Xue Yang beams, licking crumbs off his lips.
"That’s more like it."
"Just so you know, this pile of sugar-laden abominations are yours." Song Lan says primly, wiping his hand off on a piece of kitchen towel. "Some of us prefer not to die of diabetes."
"Aww. Just admit you love me. You know Xingchen already does."