[He's far enough gone right now that the unexpected fist in his hair causes first a startled little yelp, and then a totally unrestrained moan. He barely stops himself from saying the wrong name.

Blade of course is not Yingxing, but he remembers enough to know that Jing Yuan has always enjoyed a little roughness. He likely also remembers the look on his face -- that helplessly weak and wanting expression, sharply panting, when he's so, so close.

Dan Heng's on another planet, but he can still feel Jing Yuan's rhythm falling apart. It's a matter of moments, now.]