Xichen does want to be carried to bed before getting fucked senseless, so he decides to behave like a good boy he - sometimes - is.

"Okay, sir," he purrs happily, sitting on the massage bed. His back are relaxed now, soft skin a bit shiny from the oil his ex-boyfriend massaged onto it. Xichen rolls his shoulders and sighs in relief when it doesn't bring him any pain. Zhuzhu is the best.

As the man cleans up, Xichen remains quiet and almost unmoving, waiting patiently for his reward. When Zhao Zhuliu is done, he just makes grabby hands at him, signaling he wants to be held and carried.