[blade holds the both of them like this: their faces turned towards him, watching their pleasure avidly, a sight-memory he had long consigned to the mara.
dan heng’s scream, in particular sounds exactly the same when stabbed. he strokes dan heng through his orgasm cruelly, wanting him to never forget this moment.
and speaking of want. he shakes jing yuan a little, with the hand in his hair, tipping his face upwards.]
Look at me. [he knows he’s going to be paying for this later in some way, but, in a haughty tone that comes so easily to him it feels like coming home.] A-Yuan.
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dan heng’s scream, in particular sounds exactly the same when stabbed. he strokes dan heng through his orgasm cruelly, wanting him to never forget this moment.
and speaking of want. he shakes jing yuan a little, with the hand in his hair, tipping his face upwards.]
Look at me. [he knows he’s going to be paying for this later in some way, but, in a haughty tone that comes so easily to him it feels like coming home.] A-Yuan.