slicings | ink written on your soul;

[It's a bit strange, the way Dan Feng feels as he makes his way to the tattoo parlor he'd chosen to finally get a tattoo of his own. It wasn't as if he was worried about the pain people always tended to mention... so the only thing that could be causing a fluttering feeling in his chest is the tattoo artist himself.

Dan Feng honestly felt a bit silly, letting himself get distracted as if he were a teenaged boy still... but there was something about the other man that had drawn him in. At first it had only been his portfolio, the photographs of his work that more than proved his skill... but then they'd met in person for the initial consultation. He'd done his best to remain focused on the appointment and their discussion -- he only had so much time before the man's next appointment would arrive -- and yet his eyes had kept lifting to look at the man rather than his work.

His interest and those odd feelings hadn't gone away, either. Their second meeting had been brief, just a few remaining details to iron out before the actual tattooing... and that same fluttering feeling had settled into his chest yet again. It felt inappropriate, to get the odd butterflies feeling around someone he was only meeting for a job.

But that certainly hadn't stopped the feelings.

Still, he offers the man a light smile as he slips off his coat, does his best to behave properly -- to pretend as if he weren't feeling so strange. Beneath his light coat, Dan Feng is wearing a loose, wide-collared shirt.. something that would keep out of the way while Yingxing worked, and his long silky hair is tied back and held in place by a decorative hairpin.]

I know I've said it before, but I appreciate your willingness to work with me.

[His voice is quiet, conversation just between them as he settles. Not all tattoo artists were willing to work with someone who had something so specific in mind -- the style of dragon, there could be no alterations.. not for this particular tattoo. Dan Feng had spent hours looking through portfolios... and he'd loved Yingxing's work.. and in truth he had been worried that the man would refuse.]

[ dan feng shrugs off his coat, and yingxing has to look away for a moment to keep from staring at the alluring, elegant line of his clavicle, exposed in the shirt that he wears. good gods, what's wrong with him? he's seen far more skin than this, before. he tattoos regularly, sees plenty of beautiful men and women in varying states of undress, but he's undone so easily by the sight of one smooth collarbone. humiliating.

inhaling sharply through his nose, yingxing nods. he's got to keep a level head. this is work, and dan feng needs him present for it, needs him to give him the best tattoo he possibly can. ]

Hey, no problem. Sometimes you know exactly what you want.

[ most tattoo artists prefer to be able to put their own spin on their work, to make it something that feels like they did it, and yingxing is among them, but if you're creative enough there's always a way. yingxing's signature style will be there in the weight of the lines, in the curves of the dragon's body, in the watery shine of its scales. it'll still be beautiful, and it'll still be his.

once dan feng sits, yingxing sets to work cleaning the area thoroughly, the alcohol cool against dan feng's soft skin before he's carefully shaving away the soft baby hairs there, preparing the surface for inking. ]

I'm going to put on the stencil, then you can take a look and make sure it's perfect before we get started, okay?

[Dan Feng folds his coat in his lap as he gets comfortable enough -- he'll have to be in one place for the duration after all -- his long hair pulled further over his opposite shoulder. He'd put it up expressly for the purpose of staying out of Yingxing's way.. but it would be simple enough to ensure nothing shifted this way.]

Perhaps next time I'll leave the design completely in your hands.

[... next time. Dan Feng hadn't really thought of getting more tattoos after this one.. but the thought of working with Yingxing again, the thought of seeing what he had in mind, all of it was appealing in ways he really shouldn't allow himself. It was wrong, letting his mind wander and his heart flutter. He'd certainly been the recipient of unwelcome advances while at work, the last thing he would want was to become like those people...

Dan Feng hums quietly as Yingxing sets to work preparing his skin for the tattoo, bright seafoam eyes drifting closed for a moment. The other man's hands were warm through his gloves... and he needed to not think about that.]

Mm, alright. [His eyes open partway, even as he keeps himself still so the stencil can be applied.] Though I'm fairly sure it'll be perfect the first time.

[With as familiar as he'd become with Yingxing's work over the time they've worked together on this, he'd rather come to trust the man's sense of aesthetics.]

[ dan feng pulls his beautiful dark hair over his shoulder, and yingxing's gaze follows the gentle slope of his long, delicate neck, lingering far longer than is necessary.

ahem. once the skin is sufficiently cleaned and shaved, yingxing carefully applies the stencil behind that pointed ear and down the side of his neck, his long fingers gentle as he presses the stencil down, then carefully pulls away the paper backing. the linework is red against his skin, though of course, the tattoo itself will not be, once yingxing is finished with it. sitting back, he lifts a hand mirror to allow dan feng to check the design and the positioning both. ]

Look good?

[ he's so curious about the tattoo, wants to know the story behind it, the history. given how adamant dan feng had been about no alterations, yingxing imagines there must be some sort of backstory here.. but it isn't his business to ask, most especially since tattoos like this are often incredibly meaningful. it's his job to give his client the best work possible, not to ask prying questions. ]

If you're happy with it, go ahead and lay down on your side for me, and we'll get started.

[There is something about that gentle touch that feels nicer than it has any right to, and Dan Feng has to deliberately focus his gaze on the equipment within his field of view. Aeons but he really needed to hold himself together. Making the man uncomfortable at all, but especially at work, was simply unacceptable.

He catches the motion of Yingxing picking up the hand mirror, and his bright eyes shift over.. lingering briefly on the man's face before he accepts the mirror. Dan Feng takes his time -- not too much but enough -- to ensure he's satisfied. A tattoo was permanent, after all.]

I think this looks perfect.

[His keen eyes flick to Yingxing's brief reflection in the mirror as he goes to pass it back to the man, before he shifts to ease down onto his side. For the most part it's easy to feel how he's meant to lay, but even so...]

If you need me to move a little more, I won't mind if you guide me.

[He murmurs into the quiet space around them, eyes slightly lidded as he settles. Not everyone will simply move you into the correct position.. at least not unless you tell them they can put their hands on you, so just in case...]

[ dan feng seems to like it, so yingxing offers him a slanted smile and sets the mirror aside again. ]

Don't worry, you're perfect.

[ he meant - ah, well. it's not like it's a lie, no matter how he meant it. clearing his throat, yingxing peels off his gloves to replace them with a fresh pair. ]

All right, we'll get started. We've talked about this before, but the neck and ear are a sensitive place to get a tattoo, so if you need to take breaks just raise your hand for me.

[ rolling his stool closer, yingxing starts up the machine with a hum, and yingxing lifts the gun, leaning over his client. it's a tricky place for him to work as well, for there's no easy place to rest his arms, but it's certainly not his first tattoo in a place like this, nor will it be his last. he'll just need to be careful, and steady. spreading a thin layer of ointment over the stencil, he sets to work, falling silent as he begins to carefully, methodically begin the linework. ]

[Even knowing what Yingxing likely means -- knowing he's talking about where he's laying -- it doesn't stop Dan Feng's heart from fluttering in his chest. Aeons but he needs to hold himself together. Especially since they would be here for quite a while.

Dan Feng hums quietly as he's reminded of what they'd discussed, eyes drifting closed as he takes a slow breath. He'd done a fair bit of his own research when it came to picking where his tattoo would be and what to expect... but in the end he wasn't all that worried.]

I will if I need to, but I should be fine.

[There's something about the hum of the machine that's rather grounding in this otherwise quiet space, and Dan Feng allows his focus to drift between the comforting hum and the touch of the artist's hands. Ever since the accident, there hadn't been much pain that could get to him... and he's rather certain that this will be no exception.

That isn't to say there's no pain of course. It's simply... manageable pain. Other than a brief furrow of his brow when Yingxing begins, Dan Feng remains quite relaxed.]

[ once he sets to work, it's quite easy for yingxing to get into the zone, to fall into the mindset necessary for his work. he is, after all, a professional, no matter how distractingly beautiful his client may be.

his hands work smoothly and with assured certainty, blocking in the linework in delicate arcs and loops, varying the weight of the lines to give them attractive, elegant shapes. slowly but surely the dragon begins to take form as yingxing concentrates, his own hair pinned back as well, to keep it from falling over his shoulders. the hum and buzz of the machine is relaxing, and soon enough he's fallen into his own focus, bringing the dragon to life on dan feng's skin.

dan feng who is, of course, an excellent canvas, barely moving at all, save to breathe. soon enough the linework is complete, and yingxing sits back, wiping away the gathered blood and applying another thin layer of ointment, eyeing his work with a critical eye. ]

All right, finished the linework. Still with me?

[ rolling his stool back, he peels off his gloves to lift the hand mirror again, so dan feng can take a look. ]

[Yingxing isn't the only one to consider the hum of the machine relaxing, and Dan Feng allows his focus to shift inward for a time. It would've been ideal to have been able to get this tattoo while his parents were alive.. but to get it instead in their memory would have to be enough.

Traditionally, this tattoo would be designed by the parents, always following certain specifications.. but with a little personalization unique to the individual. He'd not been able to participate in that tradition... but he'd worked with his grandmother to take design elements from the tattoos his parents had. He'd never get them back, but perhaps this way he could still feel connected.

Yingxing's voice is easily enough to draw him from his thoughts, seafoam eyes blinking open and adjusting to the light in the room again.]

Ah, yes. I was a little lost in thought, sorry about that.

[He shifts carefully when Yingxing lifts the hand mirror, eyes focusing on the progress made so far. The linework was extraordinarily beautiful, another thing particularly unique to his tattoo compared to those of his elders. Dan Feng doesn't notice when his expression warms and softens.]

It looks beautiful..

[His voice is gentle as he speaks, his smile coming through in those quietly appreciative words.]

[ it's been a long time since yingxing was last nervous about pleasing a client. call him arrogant, but he knows his work is good, knows it's worth the price, but this one feels more important somehow, and he's a little bit anxious about dan feng's reaction.

but that soft smile says it all. yingxing's mouth curves into a slanted smile. ]

.. glad you like it.

[ dan feng looks truly, honestly pleased, and that pleases yingxing in return. and ah, that smile.. he catches himself staring for a moment, enraptured by dan feng's delicate beauty, by the warmth in his smile. but soon he takes the mirror back again. ]

Do you need a break before we push in the color, or?

[Does he need a break... well, if it's just about his pain levels or how long he thinks he can remain still, then he's certainly fine with continuing now rather than waiting. At the same time though, if a break would be best for his healing process -- and especially best for Yingxing -- then he'd not mind a break.

In the end he turns just a bit to glance toward Yingxing.. and does his best to ignore the way his heart flutters. When he'd relaxed during the process, he thought that perhaps he'd pushed the odd feelings away.

Clearly not.]

Well, if the only factors are my pain tolerance and how long I can remain still, then I don't need a break... but if you think it would be best, I'm not against taking one.

[He shifts just a little, considering any stiffness he could feel. Dan Feng certainly doesn't feel any discomfort that people had mentioned being a thing during their tattoo appointments as well.]

I haven't made any plans for the rest of the day, so I'm fine to go along with whichever you recommend.

[Dan Feng wasn't sure if Yingxing had any appointments after his today, but he didn't want to take up too much of the man's time regardless. If the artist wanted to push through to the end and get this over with, then he would do it.]

[ yingxing shakes his head. ]

It's just for your comfort. If you're good to keep going, so am I.

[ yingxing has certainly gone for much longer sessions than this, he's mostly just thinking of dan feng's comfort levels. this is his first tattoo, and it's in a delicate place, so if he needed a breather, yingxing wanted to offer him the chance. ]

Color might heart a little more than the linework had, but I'm sure you'll manage.

[ he's been excellent so far, staying nice and still for him, so yingxing doesn't foresee any problems. gesturing for dan feng to lay on the bench again, he pulls on another pair of gloves, and gets the colored inks ready. ]

[Perhaps he's gotten too comfortable in Yingxing's presence, something he blames on the way his heart has been fluttery ever since they met, but Dan Feng finds himself speaking before he can convince himself otherwise.]

I've experienced far worse discomfort, this is no trouble..

[His voice quiets just a little as he speaks, gaze shifting away as he moves to settle back down on the bench. It was dangerous how comfortable he felt. Certainly Yingxing hadn't given him reasons to be wary... but he'd not signed up for information on Dan Feng's life, either.]

Regardless, I'll be fine.. nothing to worry about.

[Dan Feng takes a slow breath, one that he sighs out as he lets his eyes drift closed again. He would continue talking if Yingxing wished, but he didn't want to risk making anything strange between them...]

[ yingxing is more than a little surprised by dan feng's candor, but he makes no comment on it, even if the idea of this man suffering in any way is upsetting. he doesn't know dan feng well, doesn't even know him somewhat well, but it's easy to see that he's a gentle, kind person. people like him shouldn't be made to suffer.

back to work, yingxing begins packing in the color, beautiful gradients of teals and blues, seafoam green and sparkling white, with just a dash of deep red around the dragon's eye. ]

You're pretty tough.

[ he murmurs after a moment, though he's still deep in concentration, pushing the needles along delicate skin as he applies the color in waves. it'll burn a bit more than the linework had, since he has to pass over the skin multiple times to saturate the color properly, but dan feng is a good canvas, and doesn't move. every minute or so he wipes the fresh tattoo to check the state of the color, before going in again, working carefully, methodically, but still quickly, so as not to have dan feng under the gun any longer than he needs to be. ]

Almost done.

[It's something of a blessing that he doesn't have to speak up much once the process has resumed, even if he did find an odd sort of ease in Yingxing's presence. They weren't friends -- they were barely acquaintances at this point. The artist didn't need to hear anything more than would be appropriate from a client, surely...

The color definitely hurts more than the linework, but once again the only way Dan Feng reacts is by furrowing his brow. Perhaps just a little more than the first time, but he remains just as still.]

Mm, sometimes people have to be.

[He murmurs carefully in response, certain not to move anywhere near enough to disturb Yingxing's work. As far as he was concerned, anyone could be tough if they needed to be. Dan Feng hadn't been, when he was a child.. but it was something that came to him with life experience... even if what happened shouldn't be called 'life experience'.

It doesn't feel like all that much time has passed before he hears Yingxing mentioning he's almost finished.]

Mm-hmm..

[Dan Feng breathes his acknowledgement, but otherwise keeps himself completely still. They would have time to talk once the artist was finished with the tattoo.. if Yingxing wished to speak any more, of course. He couldn't be certain if he would.

... why did he not like how that thought felt...?]

[ sometimes people have to be, indeed. yingxing certainly knows that much.

but he'll make no further comment. dan feng doesn't need to hear about his life, and honestly, yingxing isn't keen on talking about it, anyway, doesn't need anyone knowing what a failure of a man, a failure of a son he has been. but it roils in the back of his mind now, anyway, as he wonders just what it is that has made dan feng commit to this line of thinking. perhaps it has something to do with the importance of this tattoo.

he can't say. all he can do is keep working, his strong, nimble fingers moving over dan feng's skin as he adds the finishing touches, the translucent water winding around the dragon in smooth, elegant arcs and bursts of soft sea foam, splashed in like watercolor. the dragon dances with the sea.

with a soft hum, yingxing sits back again, giving the tattoo one final wipedown and looking over his work with a critical eye, to be sure that he hasn't missed anything, that it looks absolutely perfect. only once he's completely satisfied does he turn off the machine and set the gun down, before carefully wiping away the remaining droplets of clinging blood, and applying a thin coat of moisturizing antiseptic ointment. ]

.. all right. Ready to see it?

[ with a smile, he gestures to the mirror again. ]

[Similarly, Dan Feng isn't certain just how keen he is on the idea of sharing more than he already has. There's a lot of pain that still haunts him, a lot of regret.. a lot of wishing things had turned out differently.

His survivor's guilt still gripped him more often than he'd care to admit... and he still felt useless to this day that he hadn't been able to heal his parents. It didn't matter to him that he'd nearly died alongside them, just that he'd failed.

... but none of that mattered right now. What mattered was not making Yingxing uncomfortable.

Dan Feng doesn't open his eyes until he hears the hum of the machine fade away, his luminous eyes once again adjusting to the room around him as he remains still. There was an ache of course, he expected it could take time to fade, and it's easily something he can tolerate.]

Oh absolutely.

[His voice is still a soft murmur as he pushes himself upright, long hair still pulled forward over his shoulder as he settles in to look at the tattoo in the mirror provided.

At first, he is completely speechless, a gentle sort of awe in his expression as his keen eyes slowly take in every single minute detail. He has to swallow down the swell of his emotions, expression softening further.]

It's perfect.. I... thank you.

Yeah?

[ while dan feng looks over the tattoo, yingxing begins to clean up, tossing his gloves into the garbage bin, along with the bloodied paper towels and other things that need to be discarded. but it isn't long before he looks back to his client, seeing that warm, soft smile that makes his chest tighten.

yingxing is pleased. he likes happy customers. ]

I'm glad you like it. It suits you.

[ the colors go well with dan feng's overall look, and of course it hasn't escaped him that this young man is vidyadhara, carrying the blood of long. of course a dragon would be perfect for him, well suited to his scales. resting his elbows on his knees, yingxing smiles, looking over his work again, though it's really just an excuse to look at dan feng. ]

I'm going to wrap it up to protect it, but take the cellophane off once you're home. No soaking, no long showers, keep it out of the sun, and keep it moisturized. Ointment is your new best friend. [ he reaches to open a drawer at his workstation, pulling out a care sheet to hand over. ] It's going to itch like hell, but absolutely no picking or scratching.

[Dan Feng doesn't quite notice the way Yingxing is looking at him, his gaze still taking in every single detail. It wouldn't be something he would be able to simply look at whenever the mood arose after all, though he was sure he would admire it frequently enough.

Of course, just because his eyes are so focused doesn't mean he doesn't hear every word Yingxing says to him. It was largely things he'd read about during his research... and while it wasn't especially pleasant to not be able to soak even in a long shower, it would be worth it.

He's finally able to tear his gaze away from the tattoo when the care sheet is handed to him, his bright eyes looking over every instruction.]

I should be able to get what you recommend on this on my way home.

[As for how much it would itch... if he'd managed to get through bandages over itching, aching wounds, this would be simple enough surely. After a moment he chuckles softly, eyes lifting to meet Yingxing's.]

I promise you that I'll follow your instructions to the letter.

Good. Don't put that beautiful piece of art in peril, all right? Take good care of it.

[ everything he'll need to know is on the sheet, at least. how to keep it clean, how often to wash it, and with what, and the absolutely enormous importance of keeping it well moisturized. at the very least, vidyadhara are fast healers, from what he knows, so dan feng shouldn't have to baby it for long. ]

And keep it clean.

[ an easy smile, and yingxing winks, then draws back to begin seeing to his things again. his station and tools will need to be thoroughly cleaned and sanitized, of course, and that'll take a little bit of time. ]

I'll send the invoice up front for you. Oh - and if you post pictures of it anywhere, tag me, yeah?

[ it's free publicity, after all. as well as an easy way to talk to dan feng again. but he's trying not to think about that. ]

Oh I wouldn't dream of risking it, I assure you.

[Dan Feng is careful with the way he moves when he tugs his jacket back on -- only once the cellophane is in place of course -- testing what moving around would feel like while the tattoo healed. All things considered it's certainly not as bad as people complained it was.

He takes a moment to stretch his legs a little when he pushes himself to his feet finally after the entire appointment spent on his side, brushing his hair back over his shoulder finally when Yingxing speaks again. Dan Feng chuckles softly, the sound light and warm.]

Once it's healed, I do plan to post pictures.. I'll certainly tag you.

[Up front though.. well that was it, he supposed. It felt... strange that they wouldn't be communicating back and forth as they had been. But that was the nature of business.]

I'll be coming back here for my next tattoo, as well.. so thank you again.

[He lingers in the doorway a moment longer, but this is surely goodbye for a while. One last smile.. then he makes his way to the front to settle the invoice and make his way to the store.]

[ coming here for his next tattoo, huh.. yingxing hopes that's the truth, and not just a kindness in passing, though he knows full well that he shouldn't be too hopeful. dan feng is beautiful, but like as not he's barely even into his twenties, while yingxing is pushing forty. not only is it inappropriate in the workspace, he probably shouldn't be chasing college tail, right? right. so he puts it out of his mind as best as he can.

even if he can't stop thinking about dan feng - about his smooth voice and his cool skin, his eyes that yingxing could find himself falling into with ease, and all of that gorgeous dark hair. it's an infatuation, he thinks, that's all - soon enough it'll pass.

except he finds himself laying eyes on dan feng even sooner than expected. as an artist, yingxing is always keeping his skills honed, which means plenty of private study, yes, but also picking up courses here and there, as well as teaching a few himself. so when the local university calls him in to host a guest studio event, he accepts.

he enjoys it here in the studio, the large warehouse windows let in plenty of beautiful light, and the scent of paper and paints; it takes him back to his own school days, first learning to craft and paint, to bring beautiful things to life with his own two hands. he's instructed at these events multiple times, so he recognizes many student faces, just as they recognize him, and yingxing chats with them as he waits for the model to arrive, before taking his place at the front of the class, arranging his newsprint pad on the easel, and arranging his charcoal sticks. ]

[Dan Feng has never before had difficulty putting someone out of his mind... and yet ever since the day he received his tattoo, Yingxing has been on his mind in one way or another. At first he was certain that it was because he had the care of his tattoo on his mind -- because of how often he would find himself looking at it when he was at home.

But even weeks later he finds himself opening his phone to look at the photo Jingliu had helped him take of the tattoo to share -- to tag Yingxing as he'd promised once it was healed. Dan Feng even finds himself occasionally remembering the touch of the artist's hands on his skin... and subsequently considering getting a second tattoo sooner rather than later.

... but that's problematic. The man needs to be comfortable at his workplace. He certainly doesn't need someone possibly making him uncomfortable... yet Dan Feng can really think of nobody better for the job.

The artist is still on his mind on the occasions when he allows it to wander by the time he'd promised to be the model for a one day specialty course at his university. It wasn't the first time, but it was the first time he was told there would be a guest lecturer that day.

... he didn't expect that the guest would be the man who's been on his mind all this time.

Dan Feng doesn't know who it is until he makes his way into the room from a side office -- one that connected to the classroom next door so he would be able to change into the robe he would be wearing for this class. Really, he doesn't even know who the guest is until he makes his way into the room.

It's absolutely silly the way his heart skips and tumbles in his chest as he makes his way to the seat where he'll be posed... but he manages to give Yingxing what he hopes is a fairly normal smile.]

I didn't realize I'd be seeing you sooner than I expected to.

[That he expected to see him.. well, he'd decided that no other artist would do for his next tattoo. So he would have seen the man again eventually.]

[ yingxing is still working at his station at the front of the room when the model arrives, and he hears the pad of soft feet approaching, turns - only to find the eyes that have been haunting him looking directly into his own. surprise blooms across his expression, but only for a moment before he offers an easy smile. ]

Fancy meeting you here.

[ gods, he's just as beautiful as he'd been when he first stepped into yingxing's studio.. but he's got to keep it together. this only confirms his suspicions that dan feng was quite young. all the more reason to keep his thoughts and his hands to himself, as much as he is able.

dusting charcoal from his hands, he gestures to the comfortable chair that the model will be seated in, ignoring the warmth in his ears. ]

Have you modeled before?

[Well it was certainly nice to know he wasn't the only one surprised to see the other, and a flicker of amusement makes its way through Dan Feng's eyes. That it seemed to be a pleasant surprise for both of them as well made it feel even better.

Dan Feng can't help but feel like it's a bit of a shame that he's supposed to keep his back mostly turned to the room. Even turned slightly, he wouldn't really be able to see Yingxing well. He'd have rather liked to watch the man work -- he hadn't been able to with his tattoo either after all.

Perhaps that was for the best.]

Only for special events like this one, though I've been their model whenever I had the time available ever since I first began taking classes here.

[He hums quietly in thought, idly adjusting the robe around his shoulders -- it was loose, considering the way it was supposed to rest for this pose... but it meant he needed to hold onto it while he walked.]

It's been six or seven years now, I believe.

[He'd been seventeen still when he'd first enrolled, so at his estimation about seven years had passed.]

[ six or seven years? yingxing can only imagine that he must be working on a masters or doctorate - impressive. while he himself is an alumnus of this university's fine arts program (which is why they occasionally ask him to guest instruct), he'd barely been able to manage four years of schooling to complete a bachelor's. he'd done well, graduated at the top of his class with full honors, but organized schooling was never really his ideal environment. ]

Great, so you know what you're doing, then.

[ he won't need to have his hand held through the entire thing. which is.. well, kind of a shame, in a way, but it also means that he'll be able to see how dan feng models. if he's been at it this long, surely he must be decently good at it. ]

We'll start with three minute croquis, then five, ten, and the last'll be thirty minutes. The alarm should already be set.

[ it'll beep at the correct intervals, so dan feng can change up his positioning to give the students interesting poses to depict. ]

[Though after the accident he'd veered away from the idea of becoming a doctor, Dan Feng had still opted to go into the medical field in a different way. It had been fairly nice to be able to continue going to this university, especially because it was much easier to pass his days if he had studies to keep up with. Between his classes and his job at the physical therapy clinic, he was able to stay out of his large, empty house.

... but none of that was at all important, not for this interaction. The modeling he'd done had been another nice distraction though.]

Mm, I suppose you could say that. It depends on how picky the instructor happens to be feeling, sometimes.

[His voice is fairly light -- it had certainly not been something that bothered him when people got particular about how his hair was styled for the pose... but sometimes it could get to be a bit much.]

That arrangement suits me fine, either way. You're certainly welcome to be as particular as you'd like.

[Dan Feng makes sure to make that statement as an open-ended offer -- he had no expectations over what Yingxing may or may not want after all. In the end, being cooperative had given everyone the best, and certainly smoothest, results.

For now though, he'll get himself settled on the comfortable seat prepared for him. The poses he opts for are always relatively simple in their elegance -- he clearly knows how best to pose his body and tail.

His last pose of the day has his back toward the class at about a 3/4 view, and it's just a bit more difficult for him to adjust the way his hair rests when he can't see behind himself to do it. At least he can adjust the way the robe has slipped off his near shoulder on his own...]

[ dan feng takes his place, and the class begins.

yingxing sketches carefully for the first few poses, demonstrating to the students how best to capture form and mass, what to focus on and what not to, before he's weaving his way slowly through the class, looking over each student's work with a critical eye, offering ways to improve, tips about how to use light and shadow to create shape, and how to hold the wrist to best create comfortable movement and flow. he's a bit of a stern instructor, but learning to accept constructive criticism is crucial to growing as an artist, and all of these students have great potential.

thankfully, with all of the teaching he's doing, he's able to keep his eyes.. mostly off of dan feng. it keeps his thoughts from straying too far, at least, when he'll occasionally catch dan feng's gaze across the room, or find himself struck by the beauty of a particularly delicate pose.

but soon enough they're onto the final, longest pose, and yingxing returns to his own easel, flipping to a fresh page as dan feng settles in. the long curtain of his dark hair obscures much of the shape of his body, so yingxing steps forward. ]

Behind you.

[ he warns as he approaches, then carefully helps to position his model. longer poses can get uncomfortable to hold for the full thirty minutes, so yingxing helps him to move his arms a little, before he's carefully sweeping that soft, silky hair over one shoulder, the tips of his fingers brushing the back of dan feng's nape. ]

[As it always is when he has a job to do, Dan Feng allows his focus to hone in specifically on how he needs to or not to move in any moment. It had been the only way he could get through his first few times as a model, nervous as it made him to have so many eyes on him for so long.

There's something very different this time though. He finds that he wants to do this job especially well, with Yingxing's eyes on him. It's absolutely ridiculous of him, focusing on the other man's presence as some sort of driving purpose to do well... if he hadn't already decided that this was the only person he wanted to give him tattoos, he'd seriously consider looking around. The last thing he wanted was to cause problems.

The sound of Yingxing's voice as he's approached sends his heart fluttering in his chest, and Dan Feng can only hope that it isn't noticeable at all. He remembered giving permission to adjust his pose as he needed to, but he'd not really expected the way he felt light and warm when Yingxing adjusts his arms.

... he can't help the way his breath catches so quietly when those skilled hands adjust the way his hair lays for this final pose -- when he feels the brush at the nape of his neck. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. He needed to remind himself that he was working. They both were, really.]

Thank you..

[The words are so quietly murmured, just enough that even in a full class, only Yingxing would really hear him. Perhaps... that he wasn't used to poses with his back turned was a blessing today...]

[ yingxing isn't sure whether or not he's made up that soft intake of breath that he swears he hears dan feng take. it's enough to make his ears warm and his abdomen tighten a little. surely he can't be the only one thinking that there is something incredibly electric between them, and has been since the moment they first laid eyes on one another.

or maybe he's just a delusional creep, thinking too hard about someone far too young for him. regardless, he soon has dan feng arranged perfectly, so he takes a few steps back with a light chuckle, and lifts his charcoal again.

this time, he doesn't yet walk around the room. it's time for the students to show him what they're made of, to take everything they've learned in their quick croquis and apply it to this final pose. so yingxing works as well, studying dan feng's shape and form as he drags his charcoal across the soft paper, mapping out every curve and dip, bringing life to the image on the page, capturing every contour, and the elegant shape of dan feng's body beneath his thin robe.

he's so damned beautiful that yingxing can barely stand it.

it seems over all too soon, when the alarm sounds again, signaling the end of the final pose. wiping excess charcoal off of his fingers onto a rag, yingxing addresses the class again as he makes his final rounds, assessing each student's portrait and giving his critique, leaving his own drawing as an example at the front of the room. ]

[Whatever this thing is that's sparking between them, Yingxing certainly isn't the only one to take notice. No matter how much Dan Feng had attempted to put the man out of his mind, he always seemed to return. Maybe... maybe it was time for him to simply accept this fluttery crush he seemed to have on the artist.

Perhaps the sooner he accepted it, the sooner it would pass...

... Yingxing's chuckle sounds nice, and Dan Feng does his level best to ignore the warmth he can feel at the tips of his ears. He enjoyed listening to the other man talk far more than he expected, after they'd not seen one another for weeks.

Once all of the artists settle in for this last pose, the room is filled with such peace for him. He couldn't watch them certainly, but he could hear the way each approached their art.. he could hear the couple that talked quietly to themselves as they made their decisions, could hear how some were somewhat more heavy-handed than others. It was genuinely one of his favorite things about accepting these modeling requests.

The alarm sounds far too soon, and Dan Feng has to take a moment, blinking as he shifts his focus back to the world around him in a more... conscious way. He's eased himself back to his feet, the robe more modestly in place by the time Yingxing makes his rounds through the class. This was the moment that Dan Feng would typically use to change back into his normal clothes, so he quietly makes his way into the office to do just that.

He always returned once changed though, especially since some students seemed to want to show their work to him... but it's Yingxing's drawing that catches his eye. Dan Feng tugs his jacket more securely around his shoulders, the last moments of class spent taking in the man's work just as he'd done with the tattoo.

Yingxing surely made him look far better than he actually did.]

[ nonsense. he made dan feng look exactly as he is - ethereally beautiful, elegant down to the tip of every finger and every strand of silken hair.

by the time the model reemerges, dressed comfortably again, yingxing has finished speaking with his students, and he's about ready to clean up his workstation when he finds dan feng hovering nearby, examining the art that yingxing had sketched of him. his mouth curves into a smile as he approaches, tattooed arms crossing loosely over his abdomen. ]

Do you like it?

[ not all of the models enjoy seeing the students' work. it's one thing to sit for a life drawing class, but quite another to see the results, occasionally embarrassed or abashed by the way their likeness has been captured upon the paper. he's glad to see that dan feng is not among them. ]

You did really well.

[Dan Feng's eyes don't shift away from the artwork until he hears the approaching footsteps stop. The smile he offers Yingxing is warm, even if there's perhaps a hint of self-consciousness in the way his hands hold idly to his coat. It's... interesting, how he feels in this one instance rather than any of the others.]

I do. I've started to wonder if there happens to be anything you can't do.

[There had been a time, back when he was still in his teens, where Dan Feng was embarrassed to see how people's work had ended up. Certainly he knew that he was attractive enough -- especially with how often he'd been approached over the years -- but seeing the way an artist captured his appearance had been something else entirely.

That hadn't stopped him from looking, though. Not even back then when his heart would race nervously. His heart is racing this time as well... but it has very little to do with the artwork and near everything to do with the artist.]

I'm glad you think so, really. Even though I still have trouble with over the shoulder poses.

[His hair was just so long that there was no way for him to see the particulars of how it looked in such poses. The only time he'd not needed any help was when his hair had been styled up elegantly, precisely for the purpose of helping the students understand the shapes you could get in hair.]

[ at that, yingxing barks a laugh. ]

Hard to say. Maybe there isn't.

[ his grin slants, slightly smarmy, slightly brilliant, as he approaches to stand beside dan feng, glancing toward his likeness on the newsprint pad. light and shadow outline the still image of the dragon on the paper, a beauty to behold, the inky darkness of his hair contrasting with all of that soft, fair skin, shadows falling into the dips of his body, the curve of a nearly bare shoulder..

yingxing's gaze flicks away from it, and back to dan feng. ]

I wouldn't have guessed it. I think you're just a natural. [ a beat. ] How's the ink healed up?

[Dan Feng chuckles quietly at that response, the gently amused light reaching his eyes easily enough in the moments before his gaze shifts back to Yingxing's drawing of him. It really was so hard to believe that he could actually be quite as beautiful as the man's art made him look. Or at the very least, no other image he'd seen of himself after these courses had drawn his attention so completely.]

I don't know that I'd go that far.

[Amusement colors his voice still, but it's still a genuinely serious response. He'd needed some help with the poses at first, before he'd spent some time looking up anything he could find about posing for this sort of thing. Really he thought that his only real advantage was his ability to sit still.]

Oh, it's healed completely by now.

[Automatically, his hand lifts to brush his fingertips against the tattoo, seafoam eyes shifting back to Yingxing once more.]

I shared a picture of it once it healed up, I'm sure I didn't forget to tag you..

[He's absolutely certain, but still he retrieves his phone from his pocket to make sure. It doesn't take all that long at all before the app loads and he's able to navigate to that specific post. Sure enough, he'd posted it with the tag as he remembered.]

[ dan feng takes the compliment as gracefully as yingxing had expected, of course, and while he shakes his head, he doesn't argue it right now. dan feng had done exceptionally well, and much of that was due simply to his elegant nature as a person, a far cry from yingxing's own more abrasive and ferocious approach to the world. but their differences only makes dan feng all the more alluring. ]

You didn't, no, I saw it.

[ and even liked it, too! it had been very tempting to follow dan feng, but.. that had felt a little too inappropriate, when they were nothing more than business acquaintances. ]

Seeing it in person is different, though.

[ he leans forward a little, craning his neck to glance toward dan feng's neck, one hand lifting, though he doesn't quite touch. ]

May I?

[Before they'd met, while he was still looking into selecting an artist for his tattoo, Dan Feng had already followed the account where Yingxing posted his work.. but ever since they'd met he'd wondered if the man had a more personal account. But he certainly didn't have the guts to ask or even look on his own. They were acquaintances at best, after all.

He certainly didn't need that thought to return now, while he was in the artist's presence again. Surely it was still inappropriate. Wasn't it?

Yingxing's hand lifts, and Dan Feng drops his own to his side without thinking. He ought to have pulled his hair aside... but he does tilt his head a little.]

Of course, feel free.

[At least he does turn in order to make it easier for Yingxing to view the tattoo.. so he wouldn't have to try leaning around him for it.]

[ dan feng turns, and yingxing gently pushes his hair aside and over his shoulder to examine the freshly healed tattoo, surveying his work. his touch is surprisingly gentle and careful as his knuckles brush dan feng's neck, keeping his hair pushed back. he smiles. ]

It looks great. You took good care of it.

[ it's healed quite well, the skin is smooth and the ink looks nice and crisp, the color well distributed. perfect. he lets dan feng's hair fall back into place and steps back, keeping a friendly but still respectful distance as his arms cross loosely over his abdomen again. ]

Are you a student here?

[ he might as well confirm it, he supposes, given how tempted yingxing finds himself, how easy it would be to just.. ask him out for coffee. normally he's more than confident enough to pursue the people he's interested in, but he's never dated someone significantly younger than he is before, and holding back is absolutely a challenge. in order to keep his eyes from dragging over dan feng's beautiful face any longer, he turns to his easel to begin cleaning up his things, carefully closing the newsprint pad and stowing it away in his portfolio. ]

[It takes all of Dan Feng's strength to keep his breath from catching again in his chest when Yingxing moves his hair over his shoulder to view the tattoo more easily. Though he doesn't quite manage to keep the faint hitch out entirely. It's ridiculous... why was it only this man who made him feel this way?]

It's.. important to me. And I did promise to follow your instructions, after all.

[He takes a slow breath when Yingxing steps back, trying to calm the way his heart fluttered. There really was something about the artist that continually drew his interest... and it was getting to the point where Dan Feng wasn't certain it was just a passing fancy.

The question draws his eyes back to the other as he turns to face toward him once again.]

I am, though I have been for some years now. Keeping myself busy, I suppose.

[Certainly an understatement. Having finished high school with enough college credits for an associate's degree, he was nearing finished with enough study to get his master's by this point. Though he had cut down to only a full-time student's class load, once he took his part-time job... but it would be soon enough.]

[ yingxing knows he's not making it up. he can't be. the way dan feng's breath hitches quietly.. it makes his abdomen tighten and his chest constrict. gods, he's such a creep. plenty of men his age pursue younger partners, sure, but he's never been that type - even still, he feels the electric current that runs between them, thick and warm as syrup.

but he's been called an arrogant man, before. maybe he is making more of it than there truly is. ]

Professional student, huh?

[ he chuckles lightly under his breath as he stows away his charcoals and conte crayons, then carefully breaks down his easel, tucking it beneath one arm. the room is all but deserted by now, and yingxing can't - and shouldn't - make up excuses to linger, however much he wants to. ]

It was good seeing you again. My door's open when you're ready for that next tattoo, yeah?

[The entire time they've been speaking today, Dan Feng has been doing his best to ignore anything he could feel between them. It wasn't as if he was unfamiliar with how it felt to have chemistry between two people... but surely he was mistaken this time. Compared to previous partners... what he felt around Yingxing was far more powerful. Even from the moment they met, he found himself drawn to the man more than he'd been drawn to anyone before.]

I'll eventually be finished with everything I'm working toward, but I suppose until then you could say that.

[There's a light chuckle in his voice as he responds. It isn't as if Yingxing was the first to make a comment along those lines. Previous partners.. even his closest friend, though Jingliu had since learned why he was doing this.

Yingxing mentions the next tattoo.. and Dan Feng feels his chest grow tight. He hadn't completely made up his mind before today... but now...]

It's been good to see you as well.. but about that next tattoo... [His eyes drop briefly, before he glances back up to Yingxing.] ... would you happen to know if you have any time available for a consultation anytime soon?

[ yingxing's brows lift, and he smiles. ]

Hang on, I'll check.

[ with his free hand, he fishes his phone from his pocket and flips through it, pulling up his schedule and giving it a glance over, thumbing through his upcoming appointments. when he glances toward dan feng again, he looks pleased. ]

You're in luck. Someone cancelled this Thursday night. You free then?

[ he can't help but hope that he is. it's not often that yingxing gets cancellations, usually his appointments for consultations and tattoo sittings are booked several months in advance, but the idea of seeing dan feng again so soon.. well, he shouldn't let himself be excited by it, but he is. waiting months to work with this man again feels like torture. ]

[He really shouldn't feel so nervous waiting to schedule an appointment -- he never has been before... yet this man has made him feel so many things out of the ordinary for him. His heart racing, breath catching in his chest... feeling nervous about being able to see him again.. Dan Feng really couldn't say just what he hoped for.]

I think so, let me see..

[Since his phone was already out, it doesn't take Dan Feng long to check his calendar. His classes, work and appointments were all scheduled out... and it's an incredible relief to see this Thursday completely free.]

Ah, yeah, I'm free Thursday night. So.. I suppose this means I'll see you then..?

[He does his best to keep the hope he feels out of his tone.. but he does still sound pleased by the thought. It wasn't too far away... and knowing he would be able to see Yingxing again this week settled warmly in his chest.]

[ yingxing can't help the smile that blooms across his face. ]

Yeah. Eight o'clock. I'll see you then.

[ with a sharp wink, yingxing pockets his phone again and lifts his portfolio by the handle, and the two of them leave the room together, yingxing's heart leaping.

in the few days leading up to the appointment, he considers his options. clearly, he's interested in dan feng, there's no denying that to himself, and it's not just the man's good looks.. there's something else, too, a rumbling feeling in his heart. he likes everything about dan feng, the way he moves, the sound of his voice, his gentle smile - man, he can't remember ever being so struck by someone so quickly. it almost feels familiar, like they've met before, but that's impossible.

either way, he's got a decision to make, one that hinges on just how this consultation goes.

the day arrives, and yingxing is thankfully busy enough with his appointments that he can't obsess too much over the fact that dan feng is arriving soon, but by the time the night winds around, his nerves are sparking. in his workroom, yingxing cleans up, pushing his station to the side, just finishing up sanitizing the last of his tools when dan feng appears in the doorway, and yingxing grins. ]

Hey, you.

See you then.

[The part ways once they've both stepped out of that room... and thus begins several days of his nerves fluttering.

Still the last thing he wanted to do was make the man uncomfortable, in his workplace or anywhere else... but that doesn't mean his mind doesn't wander to Yingxing regardless. The sparks he can feel between them... they're almost magnetic, in the way they draw him to want to be close to the artist. In the way they've made him want to be close since the moment they met. To Dan Feng it felt almost like they'd been meant to meet... to grow close even.

To say he throws himself into both work and schoolwork over the next couple days would be an understatement. Dan Feng had picked up the next several weeks of assignments for a couple of his classes and settled himself in to studying on his own and doing future work just to keep himself occupied when he wasn't at work or in class. But that doesn't make him any less nervous on Thursday, in the hours leading up to the eight in the evening appointment.

His heart is fluttering in his chest immediately upon stepping into the parlor... and especially when he reaches the doorway to Yingxing's workroom. Dan Feng allows the door to fall closed behind him, just as it had during their first meeting, and turns a soft smile toward the man.]

It sounded as if you've had a rather busy day today. [The person up front had said so, anyway.] I really am fortunate that cancellation happened.

[ setting aside the last of his cleaned tools, yingxing stands and washes his hands thoroughly in the small sink, chatting all the while. ]

Yeah, it would've been a three month wait if they hadn't cancelled. Lucky for me, you're here now.

[ a subtle flirt, but one that could be easily written off as friendliness, even if it certainly means more. drying his hands on a towel, yingxing turns, leaning up against the countertop with his arms lightly crossed, his sleeveless top showing off strong, well-muscled arms and his intricately patterned tattoos. down his right arm runs a sleeve of stars from shoulder to wrist, while his left is inked in clockwork gears and mechanical parts. ink trails along his shoulders and collarbone, disappearing down into his shirt. a close, critical eye might notice the scarring on his skin - lacerations against the backs of his arms, and burn marks along his forearms, but they are well hidden beneath the layers of beautiful ink. ]

But you're my last for tonight, so we've got plenty of time. Why don't you get comfortable and tell me about what you're looking for?

[ he gestures to the comfortable sofa against the wall, then leans to turn down the radio he'd been listening to, dulling to music to a quiet hum. ]

[Dan Feng hums quietly, something warm lighting his eyes.]

Are you sure I'm not the lucky one?

[He certainly feels like the lucky one of the two of them. A three month wait.. he feels almost like he'd have lost his mind waiting for that. It had been several days of nerves as it was with a same week appointment.

Slipping out of his coat, his shirt beneath it loose, if less wide collared than on the day of his first tattoo, Dan Feng lets his gaze trail idly over Yingxing's tattoos. Even during the few appointments last time, he'd found himself drawn to them.. something about them making him wonder about the artist. Like his own, tattoos were often meaningful... so he'd wondered what meaning Yingxing's could have to him...

Dan Feng catches something... different on the man's arms this time, but he doesn't quite get the chance to look closer before Yingxing speaks up again.]

I'd hate to keep you too terribly long, after a busy day..

[He pauses long enough to settle down on the sofa, his hands clasping in his lap as he takes a moment or two longer to lift his gaze again.]

What I'm looking for... is a tattoo to cover something up. I know things like cherry blossom branches are popular, which started the idea.

A cover up?

[ could mean several things. people often cover up older tattoos that they regret, or that have deteriorated due to poor execution, but he remembers dan feng having mentioned that the dragon piece was his first tattoo.

but there are plenty of other possibilities. scarring is always one, or some other sort of blemished skin.. not that he can imagine dan feng being anything but flawless from head to toe. but everyone has secrets, things they'd like to hide, parts of themselves that they don't like, no matter how beautiful they might be to other people. yingxing gets it. he's covered up plenty of things. ]

Why don't you show me what you'd like covered up?

[ pushing off of the counter, yingxing sidles across the room to drop onto the sofa beside dan feng, one leg bent and tucked up beneath him as he leans his elbows onto his thighs. cherry blossoms, huh.. cute, and beautiful, but a little overdone, he thinks. another idea sparks to his mind, but he'll keep it to himself for now. ]

[There's something about showing Yingxing -- showing anyone -- what he needs covered up that makes Dan Feng exceptionally anxious. Other than his grandmother, only Jingliu knew about it... and he'd often done his best not to look at his own back in mirrors. He never wore anything that could risk showing any of it.

But if he was to get this tattoo, Yingxing would need to see.]

Alright... but.. just know that it's a lot.

[His voice is quiet, his nerves flickering into his eyes before he's tugging his long hair forward over one shoulder and shifting so that his back is to Yingxing. Dan Feng takes a breath.. before tugging his shirt off over his head.

The scarring on his back is extensive, jagged torn lines stretching and crossing his back from above his right shoulderblade, down below his left, and down to the small of his back. The scars are clearly several years old by now... but they would clearly be with him for the rest of his life, very unlikely to fade even over decades.]

[ dan feng turns away from him and tugs his loose shirt over his head, and for a moment it's a struggle to stay professional - but only for a moment. it soon becomes apparent just what dan feng wanted covered up, as yingxing glances over the deep, extensive scarring along his smooth back, his brow furrowed. ]

Don't worry. You're not the first who's wanted to cover up scars, and you won't be the last.

[ his voice is conversational, but gentle. in order to want these covered up, and given how hesitant he had been to show them, yingxing can only gather that he must be quite self-conscious about them. but he'a a professional, and it's his job to give the customer what they want, to make them happy, so he takes this plenty seriously. ]

I'm going to touch you, if that's okay.

[ he says, then lifts his hands, carefully feeling over the scars with a decent amount of pressure, testing the tautness of the damaged tissue as he leans in. ]

[Even knowing that covering up scars was a popular reason for people to get tattoos, Dan Feng still found himself struggling with just how bad his own scars were. Jingliu had told him that anyone who would judge him upon seeing the scars weren't worth his concern, but it had always been one thing to hear that and another entirely to feel it.

Dan Feng's hands close around the soft fabric of his shirt as he does his best to keep himself from going tense down his back. He was self-conscious... but he was certain that he could trust Yingxing. It was part of why he chose him in particular for this.]

That's fine..

[It wouldn't be the first time Yingxing had touched his skin... and Dan Feng could only hope he'd enough control over himself not to react as he had the previous two times at that event. But he isn't completely prepared for the careful exploratory touches. The next breath he takes trembles audibly enough in this quiet room.. and he can't stop the faint shiver that curls down his spine.]

[ despite how tightly he clings to his professionalism, yingxing would have to be a fool not to notice dan feng's reactions - the way his breath shudders like that, audible even over the quiet music, and that shiver..

fuck it. you only live once. if yingxing is entirely wrong about his assumptions regarding dan feng's interest, well, he's going to look like an absolute idiot at best, and a complete, intolerable creep at worst, but.. he's pretty sure he isn't wrong. this thing rapidly developing between them - it's real, and swallowing the both of them alive.

carefully, yingxing's fingertips explore, but something changes. his touch becomes lighter, and rather than pressing and massaging the scar tissue to test it, he's simply tracing the path of them, following the patterns until he's soon not touching his scars at all, he's just touching him, dragging his knuckles down dan feng's back, over scars and cool, impossibly soft skin. ]

I see why you suggested cherry blossoms.

[ he says, quietly, shifting in his seat a little so that he's fully facing dan feng's back, making it all the easier to tip his head down, his warm breath ghosting across the rise of dan feng's shoulder. his heart pounds against his ribs, yingxing's eyelids dropping low. ]

But I've got another idea.. if you trust my judgment.

[Dan Feng notices immediately when the way Yingxing is touching him changes, when his touch changes from something impersonal and searching... to something far more intimate. The man's fingers are still tracing his scars at first, and Dan Feng's breath catches in his chest.

While he'd thought this thing between them was simply his imagination or wishful thinking... he would have to be incredibly dense to miss just what the intent behind Yingxing's touches was.

He knows precisely the patterns of his scars... which means he also knows the moment that touch strays from them completely. It feels so nice, having those warm hands on his skin, and Dan Feng can't even stop the way his breathing picks up just a little at first.

Yingxing's warm breath ghosts against his skin.. and Dan Feng shivers fully, his breath trembling as he releases it.]

I.. [There's something faintly breathless in the way he speaks.] I do trust you..

[ dan feng doesn't immediately reject him, doesn't jump to his feet and slap him across the face for his behavior (it would be warranted), and that's all that yingxing needs to go for it.

his hands settle at dan feng's hips, broad and strong, thumbs rubbing circles against bare skin as he leans in further, his mouth dragging hot along dan feng's bare shoulder, then up along the slope that leads to his throat. heat coils in his stomach at the way dan feng's words fall from his lips, breathless enough to be exceedingly arousing, and it punches a hole straight to his libido, snagging his insides and squeezing.

it's dan feng's last chance to put an end to this, to pull away before yingxing loses what little restraint he has left. ]

Good. I'll give you exactly what you want.

[ his voice rumbles, deep and suggestive, as yingxing presses open-mouthed kisses along the column of dan feng's mouth, both arms coiling around his middle, warm palm sliding over his exposed abdomen as he tugs dan feng back against his own body. ]

[Yingxing's hands come to rest on his hips, and Dan Feng's heart races in his chest, the pace of his breathing picking up even further. Those warm hands feel so hot against his skin, each touch like fire as it sends waves of warmth through his body. Never once has he ever experienced something quite like this, regardless of how warm a partner had been in comparison to himself.

The artist's warm mouth on his bare shoulder feels better than it has any right to, and it's really all Dan Feng can do to keep himself quieter. He'd always thought himself a rather quiet person... but perhaps that had been simply because he'd never found the right partner.

He's lost, once those hands slide against his skin -- once those hot kisses are pressed to his skin. Soft sounds of pleasure begin to chase each breath he takes, heat pooling low in his body as he feels the beginnings of an ache in his lap.]

Yingxing.. [He leans back into the artist's body, voice low and trembling as his eyes flutter closed.] .. please...

[ gods, those sounds that dan feng begins to make.. like it or not, they go straight to his cock.

yingxing's breath rushes hot beneath dan feng's ear, the arm around him coiling tightly, pulling the dragon back into his arms, into his lap, until dan feng's back is pressed up against his chest, the weight of him settling between his thighs. please, dan feng whispers, his voice so low and thick with wanting, and yingxing groans deep and rough against his skin, his skin feeling tight, heat sweeping down his body. ]

You're so beautiful..

[ he whispers, his voice gone husky, rumbling in his throat as the hand at dan feng's abdomen dips lower, palm sliding through the hollow of one hip. his fingertips skirt at dan feng's waistband, teasing but not quite pushing, not yet, though he's sorely tempted, even as he presses hot kisses to dan feng's throat, teeth dragging over his pulse. now that dan feng is warming up with arousal, yingxing can smell it - that sweet, heady omega scent that thickens in the room.

that explains at least some of their magnetic attraction, he supposes.. but only some. alphas don't go wild for every omega in their presence (heat notwithstanding), and vice versa, but the compatibility between them certainly helps. ]

[Dan Feng allows his shirt to drop away from his hands as Yingxing pulls him back into his lap, and without thinking he lifts one of his hands to allow his delicate fingers to thread into the other man's soft hair. It almost didn't feel real, that hot touch on his skin, the warm body at his back. Dan Feng had been doing everything he could to pretend his feelings didn't exist, but now... that groan against his skin is easily enough to draw hot coils of arousal down his abdomen, down to where he's already beginning to ache so desperately.]

I've wanted you.. for weeks..

[Yingxing's voice, his touch.. all of it is so overwhelming for Dan Feng. The artist wouldn't be the first alpha to have gotten their hands on him... but his touch is still like no other. They've barely begun to touch, and already the pleasure is building into something so much more than he's ever experienced.

Dan Feng's hand finds Yingxing's as those fingertips find the waistband of his pants, touch resting against the back of his hand... and pressing just slightly -- pressing down either to give permission.. or to beg to be touched. The rake of those teeth on his throat feels so good.. enough certainly to draw a low groan from his lips.]

[ that admission flares heat beneath his skin, and yingxing's grasp only tightens as his mouth opens over dan feng's pulse, tongue arching against it. he knew it, knew that he wasn't the only one experiencing this thing between them, what they've been flirting at slowly but surely for weeks. it was there in every touch, in every exchanged word and smile, pushing them together, pulling between them until yingxing all but went mad with want.

that little push of dan feng's hand against his own is all the permission that yingxing needs. his fingers slip beneath dan feng's waistband and his underclothes both, into the welcoming heat he finds there, plunging low, low enough to press the entirety of his palm between dan feng's soft, parted thighs. he's already wet - very wet - and yingxing groans to feel it, his long, clever fingers sliding through that slick slit, circling the entrance to his body. ]

Fuck --

[ he whispers harshly, while his free hand slides up over dan feng's chest, thumbing one rosy nipple to hardness before it rises higher, tipping his new lover's chin to the side to capture his mouth in a hot, hungry kiss. in the same moment, two fingers slide easily inside of him, pushing in to the second knuckle, the heel of his palm grinding against dan feng's clit, applying easy pressure. he's so damned hard in his jeans, the hot shape of his aching cock pressed against dan feng's ass, evident even through thick denim. ]

[First Yingxing's fingers, and then the rest of his hand slips down the front of his pants and underclothes, touch licking his skin like fire and Dan Feng's breath stutters in his chest. He doesn't even have time to think about it before his thighs spread further, begging with his body as those talented fingers slide through slick heat, every motion enough to draw gasps and whines from him already.

Distantly, Dan Feng knows that they're still in a business that is still otherwise open to customers and employees both, so it's all he can do to quiet the sounds Yingxing's every touch draws from him. Gods but it's so difficult, quiet moans and whines riding on his every breath that he has to bite back as best he can.

Yingxing's touch slides higher, and Dan Feng follows so easily as his chin is tipped enough for the artist to capture his lips. Pleasure blooms so deeply within him at that moment, desperate sounds muffled against warm lips as he feels two long fingers press inside of him -- as he feels pressure applied to his clit, his entire body beginning to tremble with his need.

The hand that had been on Yingxing's shifts, sliding down beside his own thigh to find the denim jeans over his new lover's -- to press his fingers so gently into his leg.. to beg him. Especially with how he feels the shape of Yingxing's cock pressed against him.]

[ dan feng's mouth is soft and warm and yielding, and yingxing groans softly against it, nipping at his plush lower lip, and licking inside. there's no delicacy to this, no gentle working up to something - no, this is all heat and hot desire, a ferocious need that has swallowed up the both of them. yingxing dives into the kiss, hungry for more, tracing every corner of dan feng's mouth with his tongue as the kiss deepens.

his head is spinning, warmth blooming in his stomach as his fingers dive deeper, fucking dan feng quick and deep, down to the last knuckle, his fingers curling tightly inside of him to seek out his sweetest spots. ]

You feel so good..

[ he whispers between hot, ferocious kisses, while his free hand smooths down again to slide over dan feng's belly, over all of that incredibly soft skin and down, to squeeze the inside of his thigh through his pants, parting his legs even further still. yingxing rolls his hips hard, grinding against dan feng's backside, his cock twitching, pressing heavy and hard against his jeans. ]

Come for me, baby. [ his voice is low and rough, rumbling against dan feng's lips. ] Let me feel you..

[Dan Feng's lips part when he feels Yingxing's teeth nip at his lower lip, a shudder working its way down his spine as he feels the other man's hot tongue against his own. There's something desperate in the way he presses into the kiss as best he can, his tongue tracing the line of the artist's teeth as he learns his shape and taste.

He's never felt so good before, not even nearly so -- certainly never with any previous partner -- and it's only Yingxing's fingers fucking into him so far. Dan Feng can feel the shape of his lover's cock hard through layers of fabric, a deep need blooming inside of him -- crashing through him in waves of fire -- a deep need to feel that cock just as roughly as the touch of long, talented fingers.

Without thought, Dan Feng allows his thigh to move where Yingxing guides him -- allows his legs to part easily enough for the man's hips to fit between them.. almost as if he needs to let the artist know just where he wants to feel him.

His fingertips curl more tightly around beautiful white hair as the sounds he breathes into the press of their lips grow more and more desperate. Never before had anyone swept him away in so much pleasure, certainly not so quickly, and the pace of each gasped breath picks up as he feels tension coiling its way through his abdomen.]

F..uck... I--mmn..!

[Still doing his best to keep his voice down, it's all Dan Feng can do to gasp against those warm lips.. before he tips his head back against Yingxing's shoulder. It's intense, the way he can feel himself beginning to fall apart... but even more intense is how desperately he wants to still be touched... how desperately he wants Yingxing to fuck him into this couch. Or anywhere.]

[ he can feel dan feng getting closer and closer, his body tightening all around yingxing's fingers, and it only drives him to further heights, urging him to give his lover all of the pleasure that he can.

their mouths break apart, dan feng's head tipping back against his shoulder, and yingxing dives onto his throat, pressing hot kisses there, dragging his mouth up behind dan feng's ear to kiss along the beautiful, fresh tattoo there as his fingers plunge. the slick, wet sounds of his working hands is like music to his ears, prompting yingxing to buck his hips again, especially once dan feng angles himself back, so eager, as if he's all but offering himself up.

aeons, yingxing wants to fuck him so badly, but soon, soon. dan feng swears, and yingxing grins against his skin, knowing the inevitable approaches, and when he feels his lover arch, that sweet, warm pussy snapping tight around his fingers, yingxing hums his approval, grinding the heel of his hand against that swollen clit. ]

Good boy..

[ he whispers, his fingers still working slowly, fucking him through his orgasm until dan feng is weak and limp in his arms. ]

Fuck - I don't have a condom.

[Aeons, being called a 'good boy' should not be as hot as it is, but in Yingxing's voice it's easily enough to draw a shiver through Dan Feng's body -- a shiver wholly independent from the way he falls apart beneath the man's touch. He'd already known that his lover had talented hands.. but experiencing that this way gave that talent a whole different perspective.

Dan Feng's body trembles lightly with the aftershocks of his orgasm, his chest rising and falling with each gasped breath as he slowly eases back against Yingxing's warmth. For all that he was absolutely satisfied with the way his lover had touched him... there's still a deep ache, his body begging to be fully exhausted.. begging to be filled.

Yingxing's voice reaches his ears again, and it takes him a moment.. before Dan Feng shakes his head just slightly.]

Don't need one.. still safe...

[He gasps breathlessly, turning his head to press his brow against Yingxing's jaw. Ever since his first heat passed, Dan Feng had made it a point to maintain a course of birth control.. nothing had ever given him cause to doubt it's effectiveness either, even those few months with a particularly insistent and unpleasant alpha when he'd only just turned eighteen.]

[ yingxing keeps his fingers where they are for the moment, slowly working them in and out, helping dan feng through the sweet waves of his aftershocks. he's so wonderfully warm, so wet, yingxing can hardly imagine how good it will feel to be inside of him.. ]

.. you're sure?

[ neither of them are in season at the moment, but even still - fuck it. he's a simple man, and his cock is hard, he'll take the risk.

carefully, he slips his fingers free, leaving a trail of slick as he slides them up dan feng's abdomen and chest, then lifts them to his mouth to taste - salty and sweet, his flavor delicate, perfect. turning his head, he nudges dan feng's brow, then squeezes a hand between them to fumble with his belt, tugging it open and all but ripping open the front of his jeans. pushing down the waistband of his tight underclothes, he lets his cock spring free at last, a rush of relief as he gets a hand on it, squeezing. ]

Get in my lap, baobei. [ he murmurs, then places his hands on dan feng's hips, tugging them gently backward. ] I need to feel you.

I'm sure..

[He breathes softly, shifting carefully to ease his hand away from where he'd wrapped Yingxing's hair around his fingers. If he were asked about it later, he would be more than willing to explain just why he was so certain.. but for now he didn't want to waste the time finding the words.

The trail of Yingxing's fingers sliding up his body, leaving that trail of slick over smooth skin, feel so good -- Dan Feng can't hope to resist the way a shiver follows the older man's touch. The pace of his breathing has only just begun to settle when he feels that hand slip between them though, and his heart skips in his chest. His own hands find their way down to the front of his own pants, trembling fingers still unfastening the soft slacks more fully than they'd been opened before.

'Get in my lap', is all that he really needs to hear for Dan Feng to begin to shift, the touch of those warm hands at his hips easing him back feeling like a promise for more. The way he follows Yingxing's guidance can only be called eager. Being in someone's lap like this was completely new for him... and there was something oh so exciting about embracing the unfamiliar with this man he's wanted so desperately for weeks.]

[ den feng settles against him, and yingxing feels that his patience is wearing thin, his cock positively aching, so ready to fill him, to take what he's been dreaming about for weeks now.

reaching between dan feng's thighs, yingxing grabs hold of his cock, guiding its tip just where he wants it, the blunt head pressing against and between those soft, puffy folds made so slick already by his first orgasm. he doesn't waist any time. his free hand guides dan feng's hips back and down, while his own push upward, his thick cock sliding so easily inside of him, enveloped in the silky heat of his body.

yingxing groans, deep and rough, pressing his face into dan feng's shoulder as warmth and pleasure wash over him, thick enough to drown. ]

Baby, you feel perfect..

[ he whispers, his mouth hot and open against dan feng's bare skin, both hands coming to rest on those pretty hips, holding tightly as he rocks his hips again. ]

[Still feeling a bit shaky from his first orgasm, Dan Feng allows Yingxing to guide his movements as he lifts one of his hands to the back of the sofa to steady himself as he moves. A shiver works its way up his spine as he feels the head of his lover's cock first press against him.. and his breath stutters clearly in his chest when he's guided back -- when that perfect cock sinks so deeply inside of him.

The pleasure as Yingxing fills him is almost overwhelming, and the hand at the back of the couch closes firmly over the cushion as a low groan passes his parted lips. Dan Feng has certainly never felt so full in his life.. never felt as exquisite pleasure before, even with that hot cock still inside of him -- without any motion.]

You feel.. so good.. so right...

[He gasps into the quiet of the room, every breath trembling.. and catching further when Yingxing's hips rock. It's overwhelming at first, especially with his body still feeling heavy from the first orgasm of the night... and yet Dan Feng can't help but be eager for more.. can't help but to desperately desire more.

He didn't even care that they were inside of a business that had yet to close for the night. Certainly Dan Feng does his best to keep quiet enough that he'll not be heard from the other side of the door... but Yingxing could fuck him here -- anywhere -- even with the risk that they could be caught. They'd only just come together for the first time, and already he knows he'll never get enough of the man in any way.]

[ dan feng is so beautiful, so perfect, leaning back into his hold, so eager to be filled that yingxing can hardly stand it. how lovely he is, how tight and warm and ready..

and fighting to be as quiet as possible, which adds an entirely new layer of pleasure to all of this, when yingxing considers the possibility that they might be caught. it's late, and the only one still here is baiheng, who's at the front desk tonight, but even still, her hearing is quite keen. but that's still enough to get caught. still enough to make this all the more thrilling.

that's a distant thought however, in the face of the wash of pleasure that comes with being inside of dan feng. his pussy squeezes his cock so nicely, they fit together perfectly, and yingxing can hardly breathe for how good it feels. his hands now free to touch dan feng as he likes, they rove, hot palms dragging over his lover's abdomen, his chest, his sides, skimming over him and grasping at him, one dipping down to rub the pads of his fingers against dan feng's swollen clit, massaging in deep circles, eager to give him all the pleasure that he can. ]

Mm.. do you feel good? [ he whispers against the back of dan feng's ear. ] Does my A-Feng like how it feels?

[For a moment, Dan Feng bows his head, his long dark hair pooling against the couch after spilling over one of his thighs. Hooded eyes catch the way light catches against the waterfall of inky strands with every move he makes -- every move the rock of Yingxing's hips causes. There's a part of him that would like to be able to look into those lovely eyes as he feels the way his lover's cock fills him... but for now the pleasure is too intense for that thought to really settle in.

Those strong, talented hands feel so good against his skin, and soon sounds of pleasure slip from Dan Feng's soft lips with every breath he takes. He still does everything he can to keep his voice down... but it becomes more difficult by the moment.]

Y..yes I-- fuck--

[Dan Feng bites that curse off as best he can when those fingers find his still so incredibly sensitive clit, a low and breathless moan slipping through teeth clenched to muffle himself as best he can. It's another few breaths before he can manage any further words.]

Need you.. please..

[ this all feels so easy, so natural. yingxing is an easygoing enough man that taking random, sudden partners isn't so uncommon for him, and he's confident enough in his ability to please a lover, but even still, this feels far more intimate and comfortable than he could have expected. it doesn't feel like fucking someone new, it feels like making love to an old partner, someone he has known for a long, long time.

perhaps that's simply due to the fact that they've been flirting at this for weeks now, that he couldn't get dan heng out of his mind if he tried, and he had tried. whatever it is, yingxing cannot complain, not now that he finally has dan feng in his arms, spread over his lap, just where he's wanted him nearly since the moment they met. ]

You've got me..

[ he whispers harshly against the back of dan feng's ear, groaning from deep in his chest as his hips work, fucking up into that perfect, slick pussy, precum already leaking generously, soaking into his jeans. yingxing likely won't last much longer, not with how tightly dan feng's body is hugging his cock, not with how long he's been waiting, but he wants to cling on at least a little bit longer, wants to chase this pleasure, to allow himself to feel it for as long as he can. as long as he can give to dan feng.

still rubbing at his oversensitive clit, yingxing's free hand slides upward to cup dan feng's chest, rubbing his thumb over one rosy nipple in slow circles, until he feels it stiffen. ]

You gonna come for me again, beautiful?

[While Dan Feng had several partners before this point in his life, something so sudden was far less common. Letting someone bed him had always happened with intention and both of them knowing and being prepared to come together -- well, always but for that one unfortunate alpha he'd met... but even with as long and desperately as he'd wanted Yingxing this was still abnormal for him.

Even with something so different... there was nothing that felt strange or wrong, coming together like this. For the first time, Dan Feng found himself feeling as if he's been waiting all this time for someone to return to him. They'd never met before that very first consultation... but he felt as if they'd known each other for his entire life -- perhaps even longer.

For a time as Yingxing fucks up into his body, Dan Feng can't hope to form any words in response -- can't form anything aside from desperate sounds of his deepest pleasure. Oh how part of him wished he didn't need to hold his voice back... but the thrill that came with the risk of it was particularly appealing. He had never before needed someone desperately enough to allow them to touch him anywhere less than completely private.

He absolutely needed Yingxing with enough desperation that the man could do anything he pleased.]

Close.. I'm--

[Between the perfect ache of those fingers rubbing circles against his clit, and the slow press of Yingxing's thumb against his nipple, Dan Feng can only hope to gasp out those two words before he begins to feel his muscles flex. Close.. he's so close... and he can no longer hold on. He has to sink his teeth into his bottom lip to muffle his low groan as he feels himself grow tense again -- as he feels his walls squeeze in waves around his lover's perfect cock.]

[ yingxing, meanwhile, has had plenty of one-night-stands, plenty of hookups, so the novel thing, to him, is just how powerfully he feels for dan feng. generally speaking, yingxing is buried in his work, doesn't take much time to get to know the people he fucks, goes into every arrangement honest about what he wants - which is simple sex, and nothing more. no strings. no dates. he's had a few long term partners here and there, but few that ever stuck.

but dan feng.. dan feng captivates him in ways he has never been captivated before. this isn't just a simple hookup, this is a bone deep attraction that has hooked right into his belly and squeezed tightly. he knows already that this won't be enough, that he'll hunger for more and more immediately, that he'll think of dan feng every day until he's able to see him again.

close, he says, and yingxing lets go. with a deep, guttural growl, he fucks up hard into his lover, his cock sliding deep, hugged by silken walls as he drives in and out of dan feng's sweet, delectable pussy, his abdomen tense and sore already from the clench of hard muscles. ]

Good boy, come for me then, while I fill you up..

[ he whispers harshly against dan feng's ear as his thrusts become more and more erratic, his fingertips gathering slick where their bodies are joined, then sliding up to rub his abused clit more, applying pressure in deep circles. the heat in his stomach is tightening, squeezing, and as it crests he snaps his hips upward, his teeth pressing to dan feng's shoulder as he comes, spilling thick ropes of hot spend deep inside of him, more than enough to satisfy, to leak free between them with every subsequent thrust. ]

[The way Dan Feng clenches his teeth through his orgasm this time is almost painful, especially with how his entire body trembles, muscles flexing and releasing as pleasure flows through him in scorching waves. That Yingxing follows him over the edge only makes everything better -- makes everything so much more intense.

Even sinking his teeth into his bottom lip isn't quite enough to fully quiet the groan that's torn from him with the press of Yingxing's teeth into his shoulder. In the back of his mind he can only hope that the quiet music is still enough to muffle any sound he can't hold back -- the woman in the front of the business was a foxian, it wouldn't take much for her to be able to hear them... but even that isn't enough to take his thoughts away from just how good he feels in the moment.

The hand he'd held to the back of the couch with is trembling just as much as the rest of him is, as the aftershocks of his pleasure wash over him, and it's several long moments before he can finally begin to attempt to blink the white stars from his vision. Dan Feng is completely certain he's never had a more intense orgasm in his entire life.]

That... that was... incredible...

[He can barely gasp out those few breathless words... but even that does nothing to hide just how completely satisfied he sounds. Never before has he wanted to go home with someone, to be tumbled into their bed for still more sex even after more than one orgasm already... but right now? That is exactly what he wants.]

[ dan feng collapses back into his arms, and yingxing holds him close, nuzzling into his throat and shoulder as he comes down from his high. eyes closed, he drags slow, languid kisses against dan feng's skin, still keeping him near, his cock remaining nestled inside of him, pulsing with every aftershock of pleasure. gods, it feels incredible, warm and slick, dan feng's body still so tight all around him, keeping him locked inside. he's not in rut, so his knot isn't thick enough to keep him in for long, but dan feng's body makes up for it.

a low chuckle rumbles, and yingxing opens his eyes, kissing along dan feng's throat and jaw to his ear, which he nudges his nose against as he slowly but surely catches his breath. ]

Mm.. yeah, it was.

[ he murmurs, still rubbing dan feng's clit in careful circles, slow and gentle, teasing him through the aftermath until he's too oversensitive to enjoy it any longer, at which point he pulls away, smoothing his palm up his lover's abdomen. yingxing feels boneless and lazy, sinking into the sweet pleasure that remains, dan feng's scent surrounding him. ]

I've been thinking about this for a long time.

[Dan Feng's breaths come in ragged gasps as he rests heavily back against Yingxing's chest, soft whines riding on each exhale as those talented fingers tease his clit through the aftershocks of his second orgasm of the night. Even out of rut, he can feel the way the artist's cock remains locked inside of him... and there is something so intensely satisfying about it.

The alphas he'd been with before this hadn't felt even half as good, even during their rut -- Dan Feng has never wished to be taken and kept as an alpha's mate before now... and somehow those thoughts feel perfectly natural. There was just something about the way his very soul begged for Yingxing that felt... right.

It feels as if more time has passed than has actually passed by the time Dan Feng has regained his breath enough to speak, and he shifts carefully -- as he turns his head where it rests back against Yingxing's shoulder to allow their lips to brush.]

I have, too.. nearly ever since the day I first saw you..

[His admission is a low murmur.. and somewhere in the back of his mind, Dan Feng is perhaps a little nervous to admit that at all. The last thing he wanted was to push Yingxing away from him now -- what if the artist pulled back because of just how long Dan Feng had wanted him?

... yet still more of him is certain he won't lose the man.]

[ their lips touch, and yingxing takes full advantage, pressing in for a slow, deep kiss, his heart still pounding against his ribs. they took a risk here, it would have been simple for them to have been overheard, or even walked in on - they could still be walked in on - but yingxing thinks it's more than worth it. the pleasure of their union had been mindblowing.

nipping dan feng's lower lip, he chuckles warmly. ]

Mm.. same for me. You're beautiful, Dan Feng.

[ anyone with eyes could see as much. he's never seen anyone so breathtaking as the man before him, the man still in his arms, still so wonderfully tight around his cock, keeping him snugly inside even as his erection begins to flag.

nudging dan feng's jaw, yingxing hums, rumbles, nuzzling nose and mouth along the slope of dan feng's throat. ]

.. come home with me tonight.

[Yingxing presses their lips together, and Dan Feng breathes a quiet, pleased little hum as he leans into the warmth of this kiss. Even with his heart still racing, the artist still so easily manages to make it flutter and skip.. it's such a pleasant feeling, he knew he would be thinking of the man whenever they would be apart. Even more than he already had been.

His breath catches quietly at the feeling of Yingxing's teeth at his lower lip, a smile tugging across his lips at that warm chuckle.]

Mm, you're quite beautiful yourself, you know.

[Sure the way each of them was beautiful was different.. but that didn't make it any less true. Yingxing's beauty was.. wild -- unashamedly himself and truly radiant to Dan Feng.

Dan Feng breathes a soft, pleased little sound as Yingxing nuzzles at his throat, shifting his head just a little to expose more of his neck to the man's attentions.

... those words, spoken against his skin, draw a little shiver down Dan Feng's back. He can only murmur a soft purr of his own in response.]

I would love to..

[ dan feng accepts, and immediately yingxing is grinning against his skin, like the cat that got the cream. his arms around him tighten a little, and he nips playfully at that beautifully curved throat, so kindly exposed for him, one of his hands smoothing over dan feng's belly. they're both a bit of a mess, but thankfully he has cleaning supplies here, for sanitary work reasons. ]

Good.. I want to see you sprawled against my sheets.

[ it's all he'd been thinking about, especially since their encounter at the university, when he'd caught little glimpses of dan feng's bare skin, elegant and flawless. he'd restrained himself then, but there was no reason to do so any longer. ]

You'll have to get out of my lap first, sweetheart. Much as I wish you didn't have to.

[ they'll need to disengage and clean up, but once they make it back to his flat.. well, there won't be any need for clothing at all, or separation. they can spend all night buried deep in one another. ]

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