"Zitao, bathtime!"
It's no surprise to Yifan that barely ten seconds later, in a flurry of black and excited bouncing, Zitao comes bounding into the bathroom with his shirt stuck over his head and no sense of balance to speak of. The teen flops down at his feet with a muffled chuckle against the fabric still holding his face captive, and Yifan can't help but just smile fondly at the boy.
Zitao had always been more than excitable, especially about taking a bath with his beloved master. Yifan's not too sure if, because of what he is, Zitao actually likes taking baths, or just enjoys the luxury of being pampered by Yifan before they curl up together in bed. Besides, Zitao just loved a good bubbly scratch behind his ears.
Speaking of- Yifan hushes the wriggling boy in his arms with a kiss to his covered forehead, cooing gently beside his ear as he aids Zitao in lifting the fabric above his head, revealing Zitao's infectious grin, piercing hazel eyes, and the two raven-black cat ears atop his head that perk and twitch now that they're no longer covered by the blasted material. Zitao's matching tail flicks and curls against his thigh, it seems he atleast managed to get his pants off by himself.
"Careful there, Zitao. No need to be in such a hurry, you could've hurt yourself."
The catboy shakes his shoulders with a toothy chuckle, "But Master, you know how much I love bathing with you. I wouldn't want to keep you waiting!"
"Is it really worth a bumped ankle, Zitao?"
The catboy nods quickly, "I think it is, Master. Any time spent with you is worth 1000 bumped ankles."
With a smile and a quick rub to one of Zitao's ears, Yifan stands, and pulls Zitao up with him, but doesn't let the other go, he knows better than to do that. Zitao always seems to forget he's still wearing underwear, and has on more than one occasion dived into the bath with them on before Yifan can even grab one of his hairs to stop him. Zitao seems happy in Yifan's arms for now, though, tail swishing from side to side as he nuzzles his master's chin and purrs gently.
With a gentle laugh at his precious catboy's affectionate actions, Yifan presses another kiss to his forehead and sets about helping the other slip out of his underwear. Whilst it may seem scandalous, Zitao had never minded such intimacy, even off of his heat, just remaining still whilst Yifan pulls his tail out of the hole in the back and drags the material down his thighs. Zitao gives Yifan a couple of thankful nips to his collarbone and steps out of the underwear with a happy little sigh.
"Not too cold in here is it, Zitao?"
"Of course not. Master has me, how can I be cold?"
Now Zitao is nuzzling Yifan like there's no tomorrow, purring and lapping gently at his skin, and it tickles, so Yifan gives the a boy a few more pecks to his face in the hopes to calm him, and releases him from his grip.
"Alright, Zitao, hop in. I won't be a moment."
The noise Zitao makes is almost comical, a mix between a yelp and a chirrup as Yifan spurs him towards the bath with a fond pat on the bum.
Zitao is more than happy to do as his master says, near-bolting towards the bath and leaping into it with an almighty splash, soaking not only himself and Yifan, but also most of the room. He shoots Yifan a cheeky grin, which Yifan returns with a shake of his head and an exhasparated, but amused chuckle. He couldn't be angry with Zitao, not ever, so he just sets about quickly removing his now already wet clothing and piling it atop Zitao's before making his way towards the lightly steaming tub of water.
Zitao is purring already, the soft noise filling the room and making Yifan smile as he slides in behind his little catboy, catching him slightly off-guard from where he was flicking at the surface of the water. Zitao's soggy ears prick up and he turns in the water to face Yifan with a more-than ecstatic grin. "Master!" Arms fly around Yifan's neck as the catboy sits himself - carefully - in Yifan's lap and showers him with affections as though he'd been missing for months. Yifan gives him a scratch behind his ear and a kiss to the tip of his nose, and Zitao smiles at him.
