[ Those hands—perfectly roughened—are almost the perfect distraction from the fact that he can feel the fabric pushed away from him, leaving him stark naked for the other's gaze. A better distraction though is when Yingxing pulls back to strip himself of his sleeping shirt, and Dan Heng's eyes widen, cunt giving another hard clench at the sight of the other's muscles, firm and strong in all the right ways to fuck him all the way through the rest of this heat.

He's half thinking about reaching up and touching him when Yingxing looks down at him instead—

anxiety rushes and gives way to panic, and yet the frown on the older man's face isn't one of judgment or anything else unkind. There's surprise, and then a handsome, warm smile, an assurance made into his mouth that he's gorgeous...

Gorgeous. The word sends a shudder of delight through him, his mouth nipping shyly at Yingxing's as it chases him, and all the worry he had chased away by relief and desire and... just so much. ]

You... You're really telling me that? [ He finally lifts his hands, lets them trail over the other's muscles, exploring the skin as he shakes his head. ] Do you know how many... how many people there are that would kill to be in my place right now? You're a sex symbol.

[ The words fall off his tongue unbidden, things he thinks he'd probably never say if he weren't half-mad with lust, but all things that are true just the same.

And, speaking of truths... ]

I've wanted you for a long time.