[ By the time Dan Heng is on the road, he has an idea of what's going on, if only because moving around and putting on half-decent clothing is enough to stir his body into the wakefulness it has been needing of him all day. The drive over is spent squirming in discomfort in his seat, and in the time it takes him to walk from the car to the apartment door he's sure his clothes are soaked through with sweat all over again.
And then the door opens and all at once he realizes the gravity of the mistake he's made. A scent unlike anything he's ever smelled before—something rich and musky, tinged with the same drink he'd seen earlier in the photo—invades all his senses at once, tying his stomach in knots and drawing his brow into a pinched line. He's not quite able to help the way his head tilts, face shifting until it's all but buried in the crook of Yingxing's neck, lips parted in ragged breath, nostrils tickling with the his scent as he breathes it in. His hips come flush to the other man's and he—
Please—
—braces his hands on Yingxing's chest to force himself back a step, eyes wide and chest heaving with quickened breath. ]
I shouldn't have come here. [ His voice is rough, aching at the edges. ]
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And then the door opens and all at once he realizes the gravity of the mistake he's made. A scent unlike anything he's ever smelled before—something rich and musky, tinged with the same drink he'd seen earlier in the photo—invades all his senses at once, tying his stomach in knots and drawing his brow into a pinched line. He's not quite able to help the way his head tilts, face shifting until it's all but buried in the crook of Yingxing's neck, lips parted in ragged breath, nostrils tickling with the his scent as he breathes it in. His hips come flush to the other man's and he—
Please—
—braces his hands on Yingxing's chest to force himself back a step, eyes wide and chest heaving with quickened breath. ]
I shouldn't have come here. [ His voice is rough, aching at the edges. ]