[ A sweet, hungry soul with a taste for what was sampled months ago, that's all he is. He wastes no time in setting his own boots aside and sliding out of every layer yet to be undone, eyes on Wen Kexing appreciatively all the while. He's been half-hard since the woods, hot blood stirring as it remembers the weight and warmth of his lover, keen not to waste a moment alone with him. ]

No one will come, the Cold Spring is off-limits unless permission is granted for its use and the back of Cloud Recesses is out-of-bounds. I wouldn't cause you any embarrassment with an unwanted audience, a-Xing.

[ His inner-robe is folded and dropped atop the others on a stone bench and he walks down the stone steps into the spring, pausing when halfway immersed to offer Wen Kexing a hand once he's ready to join him. The waters are cool, but not unpleasantly so, and it wouldn't matter if they were because Xichen is blushing from the ears-down as he stares unabashedly at the man disrobing ashore. ]