[ Everything about this is foolish. He's not alone, he's even less alone than he was before in the bathtub. The only saving grace he has is the low hum of whatever he can hear on the TV and the idea that at this time of the night, Yingxing is surely asleep.
Surely.
Surely not, if the sudden flurry of feet on the stairs has anything to say about it. Dan Heng gasps, tears his fingers free of himself (biting hard on his lower lip to prevent a whine from slipping out), wipes them on the towel as well as he can—
Just in time for that rich scent to fill his nose all over again.
He looks up at Yingxing with wide eyes, shakes his head slowly. ]
I... no, I'm alright...
[ Or so he says. He doesn't think about, can't see the way his legs are sliding against one another, almost grinding against himself, trying to get some relief even as he's buried in a pile of the other's things much bigger than that with which he started—shirts, pants, even an undergarment or two, thieved in a state out of his mind. ]
S-sorry if I woke you.
[ It would be so easy—all he'd have to do is reach out—and he could have him, couldn't he? ]
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Surely.
Surely not, if the sudden flurry of feet on the stairs has anything to say about it. Dan Heng gasps, tears his fingers free of himself (biting hard on his lower lip to prevent a whine from slipping out), wipes them on the towel as well as he can—
Just in time for that rich scent to fill his nose all over again.
He looks up at Yingxing with wide eyes, shakes his head slowly. ]
I... no, I'm alright...
[ Or so he says. He doesn't think about, can't see the way his legs are sliding against one another, almost grinding against himself, trying to get some relief even as he's buried in a pile of the other's things much bigger than that with which he started—shirts, pants, even an undergarment or two, thieved in a state out of his mind. ]
S-sorry if I woke you.
[ It would be so easy—all he'd have to do is reach out—and he could have him, couldn't he? ]