[ Dan Heng's smile in response is slow, but genuine, his fingers reaching out to lazily thread back through Yingxing's hair, to brush over his face. ]

I'm not asking you because I feel like I have to. I'm asking you because I want to. I want you to feel that good. I want to be the one who makes you feel it.

[ He nudges his nose against the other man's again, sweet with embarrassment but also something warm, affectionate. ]

So...

[ And he bites his lip, a flare of heat in his cheeks. ]