[ There's a surprised little sigh on Dan Heng's lips when Yingxing's fingers rub into the points where the clasps dig into his skin, to the lines where the fabric itches, more noticeable than ever now that the binder has been put to the side. His smile is grateful, fond, a sweet little kiss pecked against Yingxing's mouth before he returns to working his way along the other's buttons, undoing them one by one. ]

I've thought about it, [ he admits after a moment. ] I always told myself it didn't matter, because the only person who saw me was me.

[ He's never really been interested in anyone else, after all, not to this degree. And he never imagined this would actually happen... ]

But... I don't know. Maybe I will, now.