[dan heng acquiesces easily enough, shifting his own grip to interlace their fingers cutely.]

Beautiful. Good boy.

[he's fully hard now, both cocks jutting out proud and wet, but he feels so empty. fucked open relentlessly and now with nothing filling him. still... his hands are busy, and he won't deny jing yuan that reassurance or connection. it's just pragmatism, winding his tail over his own hip so he can grind his vent and cocks against the smoother scales of the underside.]