The first thing Yu Xi felt was the weight, the heat, the firmness of an arm wrapped around his waist, pinning him gently to the mattress. He didn't need to look. He knew the shape of that forearm, the scent of that skin.
Jian Ci was asleep, his breathing a slow, even rhythm against the back of Yu Xi's neck. Yu Xi smiled into his pillow. He whispered calling Jian Ci, a breath lost to the quiet room. "Gege."
In his sleep, Jian Ci shuffled closer. His arm tightened, pulling Yu Xi back against the solid plane of his chest. Jian Ci's lips came to rest just behind Yu Xi's ear, and every warm exhale sent a cascade of shivers straight down Yu Xi's spine. It was an accident, a sleepy reflex, but it made Yu Xi's stomach flip.
He reached down, his fingers seeking, and found Jian Ci's hand where it rested on his stomach. He laced their fingers together, squeezing once. Contentment, warm and syrupy, pulled him back to sleep.
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