[ Dan Heng is deep enough in panic and embarrassment—not to mention the ever-present arousal—that he doesn't fully register what Yingxing is saying as he tells him that he doesn't need to be sorry. It's not, in fact, until that knuckle slips under his chin, tilting his head up, that he's able to focus at all, every last one of his senses narrowing down on the touch, on the offer that follows it.

Do you want help?

Dan Heng's eyes widen, and he stumbles for a moment over words that feel impossible to say, mouth forming shapes in silence for a few too-long seconds before he finally finds the right ones—

And even then, they're wrong. ]

Yes, I—I want help.. [ And his eyes close in embarrassed shame that he even needs to ask for it, but also.. ] But you don't... you don't have to make that offer just for my sake, Yingxing. That's—it's unfair to you.

[ Another pause, legs grating together as his mind works to talk himself out of what he knows his heart and body both so desperately want: ]

Besides, I... I'm not what you'd expect. So... It's okay, I'm okay...

[ But he leans into that touch, cants his head into him, breathes him in as much as he can as his own breath exhales on a shaky sigh. ]