[Dan Heng's voice is a horrible attack, to be quite frank. It makes Jing Yuan feel all the warmer, and makes him shudder around Blade -- which of course, happens again when Blade himself talks like that and dig his nails into his skin.

Dan Heng can keep his hands. It feels nice, and when Blade sets his vicious pace, it's necessary. Jing Yuan expected the violence and asked for it, but it's the first time he's experienced it. It's bordering on too much, and brings involuntary tears to his eyes -- his body can only stay in place because Blade's holding it there, and the only thought left in his head is Oh, fuck.

Needless to say, this results in a very noisy general. It's more yelp than moan, overwhelmed and pushed to his limit, but there's no doubt he's enjoying it. His cock leaves a wet spot on the floor and his face is all mindless, desperate pleasure. He tries to twist the hold on his wrists into a proper handhold -- for an anchoring presence, for comfort, and just for affection. He wants to lace his fingers with Dan Heng's and cling tight, as if he can share this exquisite intensity that way.]