[ Yes, he's embarrassed, and he's probably going to continue to be embarrassed for a while—Yingxing talks about having him, being glad he's here, being disappointed that he couldn't take him on a date first, and Dan Heng starts to think his cheeks just might be a permanent pink color—but he finds that he doesn't mind, not when the other looks at him like that, holds him like this even as he talks.
He relaxes into Yingxing's arms, lets himself just be. ]
I'm glad I'm here too.
[ A wild, blind decision made in the insanity of heat sickness—he doesn't know why it was here he chose, but he's glad it was. When Yingxing's arm slips around his waist, he uses the opportunity to curl himself in closer, taking in a breath of the other's scent, sweat-drenched and softened by his own sex. ]
A date might have been difficult anyway, what with who you are, and who I am, and..
[ He falls silent for a moment, attention drifting to where he can still feel the other's knot locked tight inside him, keeping him so pleasantly, blissfully full, the sensation soured only by that same discomfort that settles within him every time he looks in a mirror. ]
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He relaxes into Yingxing's arms, lets himself just be. ]
I'm glad I'm here too.
[ A wild, blind decision made in the insanity of heat sickness—he doesn't know why it was here he chose, but he's glad it was. When Yingxing's arm slips around his waist, he uses the opportunity to curl himself in closer, taking in a breath of the other's scent, sweat-drenched and softened by his own sex. ]
A date might have been difficult anyway, what with who you are, and who I am, and..
[ He falls silent for a moment, attention drifting to where he can still feel the other's knot locked tight inside him, keeping him so pleasantly, blissfully full, the sensation soured only by that same discomfort that settles within him every time he looks in a mirror. ]
My body. It doesn't bother you?