[ For as much as he's hesitated in the moments leading up until now, the moment that Yingxing's mouth descends on his is the moment that all those worries wash away, at least for the time being. Dan Heng's need rushes through to the forefront, displacing everything else for the time being as he leans up into the other, as his limbs wind without hesitation around the other—arms around shoulders, legs hooking around legs. Yingxing tastes as good as he smells, but in an entirely different way, and Dan Heng's core sings out in need, clenching around emptiness, his hips bucking of their own accord, seeking something more.
Those worries will come back later, but for now—for now he's just going to let himself enjoy, going to let his body feast on this connection as much as it needs to do so.
His blink is slow, the shake of his head slower. ]
I won't need to stop, [ he breathes—though in the very next moment he feels the other's hand slipping between fabrics in search of his body, and he finds his eyes squeezing shut again, the barest thread of worry trying to worm its way between the pleasure and the need and everything else going on in the moment.
He closes his eyes and leans up, seeking another kiss. A distraction. ]
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Those worries will come back later, but for now—for now he's just going to let himself enjoy, going to let his body feast on this connection as much as it needs to do so.
His blink is slow, the shake of his head slower. ]
I won't need to stop, [ he breathes—though in the very next moment he feels the other's hand slipping between fabrics in search of his body, and he finds his eyes squeezing shut again, the barest thread of worry trying to worm its way between the pleasure and the need and everything else going on in the moment.
He closes his eyes and leans up, seeking another kiss. A distraction. ]