[ when dan heng curls in closer, yingxing slides his hand up his back to settle between his shoulderblades, rubbing slow, idle circles there, tracing nonsense patterns against his skin.

and then dan heng begins to talk, to say things that have yingxing's brow tightening with concern. ]

No, it doesn't. Why should it?

[ he doesn't know dan heng's particular struggle, can't relate to it personally, but he's had trans friends, he knows how difficult it can be, how the dysphoria can threaten to eat you alive. he doesn't envy him. it's not the same thing, but he can understand, to a degree, what it feels like to not like who you see in the mirror. ]

You're gorgeous, like this, or with your other look - it doesn't matter to me.

[ and he's not going to complain about good pussy, ever. ]

I guess that's another reason you wear that disguise?