[he pauses, though, burying his face in jing yuan's hair, inhaling the familiar scent of him. blade wants all of him so fucking badly.
blade lets go of his hair in favor of circling a large, calloused hand around his neck - just enough pressure to be felt, pressure on blood vessels instead of his airway, pinning him against blade's chest.]
no subject
[he pauses, though, burying his face in jing yuan's hair, inhaling the familiar scent of him. blade wants all of him so fucking badly.
blade lets go of his hair in favor of circling a large, calloused hand around his neck - just enough pressure to be felt, pressure on blood vessels instead of his airway, pinning him against blade's chest.]
You should open him up, Dan Heng.