[ and all the while, yingxing does what he can not to listen, not to think about dan heng in there fucking himself silly in the throes of his heat, but it absolutely isn't easy. he has to distract himself, and distract himself hard, to keep from getting helplessly hard in his paints.

but soon enough the door opens, and dan heng calls out in a ragged voice. yingxing exhales hard. at the very least, he's prepped some food while dan heng was in the bath, and now there's a tub of curry in the fridge, and a second tub of congee with vegetables. easy to reheat.

he takes the stairs back up to find dan heng nestled into his bed, looking sweet and soft; yingxing clears his throat. ]

I made some congee and curry, should be good to reheat whenever you like. Let me know if you want any.

[ he's got to keep up his strength. seating himself on the edge of the bed, yingxing reaches to rub dan heng's hair again. ]

Feeling any better?