[whoa wait he didn’t expect that. blade is very good at some things but unfortunately comfort is not one of them. he doesn’t think he actually remembers how.
first, he lets go of dan heng: wipes his hand on the nearest fabric-like object (that might be dan heng’s sleeve), pressing an automatic kiss to one of his horns. slowly pulling out (fuck your stupid cock ring, dan heng) to let him bask in his afterglow.
he then. kind of just looks at dan heng. can you tell him what to do he is really ????? blade finally just … tentatively puts a hand ? on jing yuan’s jaw?]
I- What’s wrong? [on a lesser man that tone might be called a little panicky.] Jing Yuan?
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first, he lets go of dan heng: wipes his hand on the nearest fabric-like object (that might be dan heng’s sleeve), pressing an automatic kiss to one of his horns. slowly pulling out (fuck your stupid cock ring, dan heng) to let him bask in his afterglow.
he then. kind of just looks at dan heng. can you tell him what to do he is really ????? blade finally just … tentatively puts a hand ? on jing yuan’s jaw?]
I- What’s wrong? [on a lesser man that tone might be called a little panicky.] Jing Yuan?