[Blade's breathing slows, betraying him, even as his heartbeat quickens. Such is the paradox of being close to someone he loves. His heart can do all sorts of flips and jumps in his chest, but overall he's... content. Really, he could gaze into those eyes forever if Dan Heng let him.
The lips on the back of his neck earn a soft noise (don't call it a squeak). He leans into Dan Heng and covers the dragon's arms with his own.
... He could say something, but he doesn't want to ruin the moment. It's soft and sweet, and he understands what Dan Heng is trying to say even if he doesn't use words.
Every time Blade thinks he can't love this man more than he does, he finds a way.]
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The lips on the back of his neck earn a soft noise (don't call it a squeak). He leans into Dan Heng and covers the dragon's arms with his own.
... He could say something, but he doesn't want to ruin the moment. It's soft and sweet, and he understands what Dan Heng is trying to say even if he doesn't use words.
Every time Blade thinks he can't love this man more than he does, he finds a way.]