[ A huff in response—totally not what he meant—but there's no protest, Dan Heng humming into the kiss as Yingxing's hands slide up under the towel, his own fingers splaying along the other's back as he kisses, slow and exploring, until the other breaks it so that his mouth can make a new path instead. And in response, Dan Heng's head tilts back, a soft catch of breath and shudder down his spine, a bite of his lip as his eyes close. ]
You think so? [ he mumbles. This time, he doesn't fight it, although there is a smile on his face as one of his hands moves to his side to brace on the counter, something playful glinting behind the glow. ] I don't know, I think you might be a little biased...
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You think so? [ he mumbles. This time, he doesn't fight it, although there is a smile on his face as one of his hands moves to his side to brace on the counter, something playful glinting behind the glow. ] I don't know, I think you might be a little biased...