[ Dan Heng's slight smile broadens—still small, but something quiet and private for Yingxing—as he's tugged into the starskiff and straight into the other's embrace, Yingxing's mouth lowering to his. And maybe such a thing should wait until the end of their first date, but he'll have no complaints from Dan Heng, whose head tilts up into the kiss, answering it with the same slow sweetness.
It's illogical to even think it, but he's pretty sure his heart is fluttering in his chest.
When they separate, he looks up at Yingxing in silence for a moment, taking a second to realize that the older man has asked him a question—and then laughing at his own expense, lifting what looks like a sports bag. ]
Mm, yeah. There's stuff here for dinner, and I have a change of clothes for tomorrow.
[ It's embarrassing how hard it is to pull his gaze away from Yingxing. ]
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It's illogical to even think it, but he's pretty sure his heart is fluttering in his chest.
When they separate, he looks up at Yingxing in silence for a moment, taking a second to realize that the older man has asked him a question—and then laughing at his own expense, lifting what looks like a sports bag. ]
Mm, yeah. There's stuff here for dinner, and I have a change of clothes for tomorrow.
[ It's embarrassing how hard it is to pull his gaze away from Yingxing. ]