[ There's truth in Yingxing's words that Dan Heng hasn't even fully realized is there. Clinging to the bathtub so desperately, all his attention placed now on fighting his instincts, his sharp ears don't even catch the other's return to the bathroom until suddenly his scent and voice alike are too close, the word "Hey" like something molten in his ears.
His eyes flutter open, and it takes them a moment to catch properly onto Yingxing's face, something in the other's expression—or is it the strong musk in his nose?—that has him shift, rub his legs against each other as if somehow that will offer some sort of relief.
(It doesn't.)
To the statement, the best he can do right now is shake his head, lifting one trembling hand for the water. He gulps down half the glass in one go before putting it back on the shelf, clouded eyes seeking out the older man's. ]
—Have to—
[ He cuts himself off with a soft groan. Now he can't even get a full sentence out? A swipe of his tongue over his lips, and he tries again: ]
I have to fight it, though. It wants something from me, and I can't—
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His eyes flutter open, and it takes them a moment to catch properly onto Yingxing's face, something in the other's expression—or is it the strong musk in his nose?—that has him shift, rub his legs against each other as if somehow that will offer some sort of relief.
(It doesn't.)
To the statement, the best he can do right now is shake his head, lifting one trembling hand for the water. He gulps down half the glass in one go before putting it back on the shelf, clouded eyes seeking out the older man's. ]
—Have to—
[ He cuts himself off with a soft groan. Now he can't even get a full sentence out? A swipe of his tongue over his lips, and he tries again: ]
I have to fight it, though. It wants something from me, and I can't—
I can't.