[blade's very good at manhandling people; he's put hands on dan heng so much it came even more naturally than breathing. there's something different about this violence, though, because jing yuan trusted him enough to know it would not slip into the true cruelty that was once the only way blade communicated with dan heng.
stupid of jing yuan really. blade holds that hand fast, pressed into the small of jing yuan's back, and the other hand fists hard at the roots of his hair at the nape of his neck. he then pulls, forcing jing yuan's back to bow into a dramatic arc as blade drags him to his knees, teeth sinking into the meat of his shoulder. a knee forces its way between his thighs, spreading them.
it has the flavor of a show, too, for dan heng. because fuck if blade doesn't want to do this to him too, eventually. the line between wanting to kill him and wanting to fuck him had been nonexistent for literal centuries.]
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stupid of jing yuan really. blade holds that hand fast, pressed into the small of jing yuan's back, and the other hand fists hard at the roots of his hair at the nape of his neck. he then pulls, forcing jing yuan's back to bow into a dramatic arc as blade drags him to his knees, teeth sinking into the meat of his shoulder. a knee forces its way between his thighs, spreading them.
it has the flavor of a show, too, for dan heng. because fuck if blade doesn't want to do this to him too, eventually. the line between wanting to kill him and wanting to fuck him had been nonexistent for literal centuries.]