[the difference between jing yuan dedicatedly stretching him and blade fucking him roughly and pointedly on his fingers is devastating. the curl of blade's fingers matches up with the program behind the vibrator advancing, and instead of a consistent vibration it switches to little pulses. dan heng's whole body curls tight and spasms as he comes with a sob and a bite, inner walls quaking tight around their fingers as he makes a mess of his own belly.]