[ Dan Heng isn't sure why, but there's something all the more comforting about being told to do what he needs to do, regardless of anyone else's thoughts—including Yingxing's. Yingxing has just told him he's beautiful as he is, and yet he clearly supports him in being what he needs, and that...
He has to be careful, doesn't he? Because he could fall in love with this man.
Still, he finds himself smiling as he curls in closer, allows himself to start to drift into that sleep, permission given by the other despite his initial attempt to stay awake. Quickly, sleep takes him, lulls him into its comforting embrace, and all those thoughts, worried and content and otherwise, are gone.
For someone as exhausted as he is, he wakes sooner than he should, a whole new pleasure aching under his skin. The sheets and clothes piled around them are wet, either from the fresh sweat lining his skin or the combination of their fluids that have seeped out from him now that Yingxing is no longer hard. The other is still pressed deep into him though, wrapped up close against him, deep in his own sleep, and—
Maybe he doesn't even have to wake him.
It's barely a thought that processes in his mind before his hips start to move, dragging himself against Yingxing, only half-awake himself but driven by the same need that has stirred in him since yesterday. And with the other wrapped around him, the answer is so obvious, so easy— ]
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He has to be careful, doesn't he? Because he could fall in love with this man.
Still, he finds himself smiling as he curls in closer, allows himself to start to drift into that sleep, permission given by the other despite his initial attempt to stay awake. Quickly, sleep takes him, lulls him into its comforting embrace, and all those thoughts, worried and content and otherwise, are gone.
For someone as exhausted as he is, he wakes sooner than he should, a whole new pleasure aching under his skin. The sheets and clothes piled around them are wet, either from the fresh sweat lining his skin or the combination of their fluids that have seeped out from him now that Yingxing is no longer hard. The other is still pressed deep into him though, wrapped up close against him, deep in his own sleep, and—
Maybe he doesn't even have to wake him.
It's barely a thought that processes in his mind before his hips start to move, dragging himself against Yingxing, only half-awake himself but driven by the same need that has stirred in him since yesterday. And with the other wrapped around him, the answer is so obvious, so easy— ]