Before last night, no one had ever touched Xingchen like this. A wondrous experience, being held in Zichen’s hands like something cherished, something beautiful ‑‑ and to hold Zichen in turn, the way he’d been dreaming about for years.
He wants to touch him now, and he needs to be awake to do that. “Good morning,” he says, opening his eyes with a smile.
Zichen bolts.
This is a perfect gem of a first time fic.