[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...]
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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...]