[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.]
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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.]