[Jing Yuan will continue to trust Blade, because that's the only way this tentative happiness between the three of them can survive. So far he hasn't been wrong -- even like this, he's not wrong.
His scalp stings, his back aches, but it's a safe and pleasurable level of pain, and he reacts to it accordingly. His breath comes sharp and shaky and his flush spreads down over his shoulders, as his body bonelessly accepts the position Blade's forcing it into. That pliant cooperation is a statement in itself. They all know that if Jing Yuan wanted to struggle, Blade would have a hard time holding him down.
But he doesn't want to, so instead he's like warm clay in Blade's hands, easily molded and soft to the touch. The bite makes him wince, and at the same time it draws a helpless moan from him, and his hips squirm to press him back against that invading thigh. And all the while he watches Dan Heng.]
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His scalp stings, his back aches, but it's a safe and pleasurable level of pain, and he reacts to it accordingly. His breath comes sharp and shaky and his flush spreads down over his shoulders, as his body bonelessly accepts the position Blade's forcing it into. That pliant cooperation is a statement in itself. They all know that if Jing Yuan wanted to struggle, Blade would have a hard time holding him down.
But he doesn't want to, so instead he's like warm clay in Blade's hands, easily molded and soft to the touch. The bite makes him wince, and at the same time it draws a helpless moan from him, and his hips squirm to press him back against that invading thigh. And all the while he watches Dan Heng.]
That's... good...