[blade curls over him like he’s the one who just had a spectacular orgasm, pain shooting decadent through the haze of arousal. he has to bury and hide his face in jing yuan’s hair, because the amount of sensation he’s trapped in is quickly approaching the approximate levels of intensity he usually has when the mara starts roiling under his skin.
he can do this. he’s fine. he’s panting open mouthed into jing yuan’s skin, looking up at dan heng, not knowing what to do with himself or the sheer amount of desperate want banked under his ribcage.]
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[blade curls over him like he’s the one who just had a spectacular orgasm, pain shooting decadent through the haze of arousal. he has to bury and hide his face in jing yuan’s hair, because the amount of sensation he’s trapped in is quickly approaching the approximate levels of intensity he usually has when the mara starts roiling under his skin.
he can do this. he’s fine. he’s panting open mouthed into jing yuan’s skin, looking up at dan heng, not knowing what to do with himself or the sheer amount of desperate want banked under his ribcage.]