[ He should ask for the first option. Accept Yingxing's offer to drive him home. Curl back up in his sweat-drenched blankets and call his brother for help. Dan Feng has been through this before, he'll know what to do, what medicines to get—
Strong hands grab his arms. Squeeze. Spiced musk tickles his nose, and he feels his knees tremble under his own weight. Even as he struggles to process what's going on around him, part of his brain is surrounding him with that scent, imagining what it might be like to drown in it, for it to fill him and swallow the ache.
His mouth runs dry. There's a rush of heat between his legs, and Dan Heng sucks in a sharp breath. He wants to be here, but— ]
Please, [ he says, and even his normally-low voice is closer to a whisper, ] Don't judge me for anything I say or do. I'm not... in control.
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Strong hands grab his arms. Squeeze. Spiced musk tickles his nose, and he feels his knees tremble under his own weight. Even as he struggles to process what's going on around him, part of his brain is surrounding him with that scent, imagining what it might be like to drown in it, for it to fill him and swallow the ache.
His mouth runs dry. There's a rush of heat between his legs, and Dan Heng sucks in a sharp breath. He wants to be here, but— ]
Please, [ he says, and even his normally-low voice is closer to a whisper, ] Don't judge me for anything I say or do. I'm not... in control.