[He'd had other plans of things to do with Xue Yang but as usual, they surpass his stamina. Huaisang's pleasantly tired and a little sore after all of that so he gives a barely perceptible nod before rewarding himself and Xue Yang with another lingering, almost loving kiss, his hands sliding away from the other man's throat to delicately rest on his shoulders instead.
He doesn't make any motion to get up for several more moments but once he does, his knees feel a little wobbly, his ankle still hurting. The fruit still has him in its thrall so rather than try to escape, Huaisang simply stretches out on the bed to rest, eyes drifting closed.
There's plenty of room for Xue Yang to curl up beside him if he chooses or he can leave if that's what he wants. Right now, Huaisang's too tired to protest either way.]
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He doesn't make any motion to get up for several more moments but once he does, his knees feel a little wobbly, his ankle still hurting. The fruit still has him in its thrall so rather than try to escape, Huaisang simply stretches out on the bed to rest, eyes drifting closed.
There's plenty of room for Xue Yang to curl up beside him if he chooses or he can leave if that's what he wants. Right now, Huaisang's too tired to protest either way.]