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The Xianzhou Luofu, one of the six hexafleets of the Xianzhou. It bustles with trade and is quite successful in the endeavor. It also has a very successful army called the cloud knights, led by no other than the future successor of the Arbiter General himself, Lieutenant Yanqing.
This army of cloud knights is often needed, especially for rigorous and seemingly never-ending tasks like quelling the threat of a stellaron or apprehending the extremist followers of the Plagues Author. Luckily, Yanqing is no pushover. He bravely leads the cloud knights into battle with the strategies and commands of the General and his skills from years of rigorous training.
Unfortunately, these tasks are still no easy feat, even when Yanqing himself leads the knights into battle. Therefore, he is long-winded and low-energy when he gets home, and lights up when he sees his dear lover, lost deep in thought about the sketches for a new batch of weapons you're making, designed specifically to be more helpful in niche battle situations.
Yanqing slips through your arms and hugs your waist, burying his head in the crook between your shoulder and your neck. You'll have to admit that Yanqing has gotten slyer and smoother as the years have gone by. You smile adoringly as you remember the first time you went out on a date with him when you both were 15. He was hilariously unsubtle, gazing at you when you were gazing at the stars, and attempted to slip his hand through yours when walking around town.
Now, though, he seems to sneak up on you often, giving you spontaneous kisses and sliding his hand through yours, holding your waist, or just hugging you from behind, and sometimes he catches you with smooth remarks that make your face tinge a bit red. Perhaps it's from the battle tactics he gained once he officially joined the knights. You chuckle to yourself as you compare Yanqing to a loving fox.
You snap out of your daydream when Yanqing's hand slides up to your neck whilst the other holds your waist and he kisses the side and back of your neck languidly. You make a noise of surprise, and he responds with a tired, closed-mouth laugh. Wrapping both of his arms around your waist again, he tries to pull you over to the bed, but after a few grumbles, you successfully manage to pry him off of you, put your weaponry sketches in the drawer, and take off your work jacket, revealing a thin undershirt for the hot weather. You glance at Yanqing, who stretches and starts towards you to trap you in a hug again, only for you to grab his arms and kiss his forehead gently as you start a hot bubble bath for your tired lover.
Yanqing follows you to the bathroom, and you notice his eyes light up in that mischievous, sly manner that he acquired as an adult. He starts to grab your pants, unbuttoning them for you, as if to assume you're bathing with him, but you flusteredly swat your hand away and he laughs, opting to undress himself instead while you look away.
You get tempted to peek at his body, but by the time you do, he's already in the water, half of it under the bubbles.
You undo his hair from his hair tie to wet his hair and soap his body, feeling the muscle and scars he's acquired over many battles. Feeling his bare arms on your hands made your mind drift a bit before you cleared any unnecessary, amorous thoughts from it, shaking your head as you do, feeling a bit embarrassed from the mere idea.
Actually, feeling his scars made you wonder when he got them. The pain he went through the past 5 years must have been unimaginable. You suppose you'll ask him later if he's up to it.
After wetting his hair and scrubbing his top half, you lather shampoo all over your hands before messaging it through Yanqing's thick head of hair, and you notice how easily his muscles unclench themselves as he starts to relax. In a calmed, melodic mood, you start to hum, with Yanqing humming back the duet to the song. After washing off the shampoo, you give Yanqing a washcloth and gesture to the body soap, implying that he needs to do the rest himself. He gives a grunt of annoyance and disappointment and as you turn to leave, he grabs hold of your legs in a hug. You jump and nearly shriek at the motion, Yanqing laughing boisterously before you promptly smack him in the face with a washcloth, hearing him make a noise of surprise; you take that as a comeback and look down at your now partially wet pants, and go to the bedroom to change out of them.
You go to the closet, purposely picking out Yanqing's clothes to wear. As you begin to slip the pajama top on, you hear a mock whistle of attraction and you turn around to see Yanqing's figure leaning against the door frame. You make a noise at him with your tongue that can only be described as "blowing raspberries" while you go red in the face, and Yanqing laughs in response, going over to his closet to get dressed as well. As you wait for Yanqing to get dressed, you zone out, getting sleepier by the minute and suddenly feel Yanqing's eyes on you, or more specifically, your lips. Grabbing your waist once more to get cozy, he pulls you in for a kiss, but you briefly push him away to grab a brush from the nightstand and make a circling motion with your finger, telling him to turn around. He does what you ask and you use the comb and brush and your fingers through his fluffy blond hair. Yanqing leans back into your touch, into your chest, as you finish detangling his hair and pinch his cheek as if to tell him that you're finished. He grabs you tight once more, laying his head into your shoulder, and you hug back at the fuzzy blond fox.
Yanqing lifts his head up to make your lips meet, executing the action so lazily that he misses them a bit, and you do the same as the two of you sit there, doing that for a while, heat spreading out throughout your bodies, and eventually the fluffy fox pulls you in for deeper ones, just for a couple moments before you pull away so things don't get too heated. He kisses you one last time on the cheek and you both relax to the rhythm of one another's breathing, tracing little shapes on each other until you fall asleep.
Even the sharpest swords need resharpening at the end of the day.