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Lan Xichen usually found himself in a solid sleep from the moment he drifted off quite early in the night till the alarmingly early time that had been ingrained into him since youth to wake up at in the mornings.
Tonight, however, he felt himself drift out of the deep sleep and placed in something not quite awake but not quite asleep either.
He was conscious enough to hear the sounds of his partner walking into the room and leaning over the nearby dresser, he heard the click of the knob on the fan and felt as it began to circulate some cool air around their room. As he became slightly more aware of his own body once more he took note of the risen heat, it had been a manageable warmth earlier but if Meng Yao felt the need to turn on the fan than clearly in the passing hours that was no longer so.
Soon he felt as the bed shifted as the other laid down and pulled the blankets over himself.
He could hear the soft tapping noises as the other scrolled on his phone for some time before it was placed down on the nearby table and he stretched out his arm to turn off the fan, but then there was a pause it seemed and the bed suddenly shifted again as the other's weight leaned back in and the fan continued to circulate air towards them.
It wasn’t uncommon for the man to turn the fan off even when it was as warm as it currently felt, for the mornings weren’t as warm as the nights could be and Meng Yao often woke chilled to the bone, yet for some reason he’d chosen to leave it on tonight.
At first, Lan Xichen was preparing to rouse himself fully out of his half slumber to inquire about the other’s actions, maybe the other had felt his own heat in the bed and was being courteous to him, but he then felt the light chill of cool hands through the fabric of his nightshirt as the man curled his body close into him.
“It’s too warm to turn the fan off but I'm too cold not to steal some of your heat, this A-Yao apologizes to his Er-ge…”The man quietly whispers into his neck before pressing a kiss up to his lower jaw and then settling himself into him.
Lan Xichen feels the corners of his lips prick with the twinge of a smile as he listens to the other’s breathing even out into slumber, he certainly would not fault him for pressing his cooled body against his own heated one, in fact he found it in this half sleep state to move just enough to further pull the blankets closer to them and to wrap an arm around the other before he found himself drifting back into the deep sleep.
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Come morning he finds his limbs entirely entangled with the other man, he takes stock of their twisted legs especially, and cannot not find it in him to rise out of the bed as he usually did, for the air was cool above them and yet between the both of them it was pleasantly, not suffocatingly, warm.