[A part of him worried he might've gone over a line, but Blade's laugh helps set him at ease.
Dan Heng tilts his head up as his partner nuzzles into his neck. It's when he feels teeth scraping against his skin that he makes a soft, low sound in his throat. He lets out a breathless chuckle.]
I... had a feeling that would be your answer.
[His own heart is pounding as he realizes that they don't have to hold back this time. If Blade wants to take it further, and all signs are pointing in that direction so far, then he's more than happy to take that step with him.
He sighs softly when Blade's fingers trace along his abdomen, though it's not enough. The Vidyadhara wants more than what he's being teased with. As warm hands rub over his chest through the fabric of his shirt, Dan Heng slips his own hand underneath his boyfriend's shirt. He trails his fingers lazily and lightly over where he remembers Blade's tattoo is, and over whatever scars he finds along the way. The hand not under the taller man's shirt rubs along the base of his fluffy tail.]
A-Xing....
[Dan Heng can't help sighing his name in his beloved's ear, and then he gently nibbles on it experimentally.]
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Dan Heng tilts his head up as his partner nuzzles into his neck. It's when he feels teeth scraping against his skin that he makes a soft, low sound in his throat. He lets out a breathless chuckle.]
I... had a feeling that would be your answer.
[His own heart is pounding as he realizes that they don't have to hold back this time. If Blade wants to take it further, and all signs are pointing in that direction so far, then he's more than happy to take that step with him.
He sighs softly when Blade's fingers trace along his abdomen, though it's not enough. The Vidyadhara wants more than what he's being teased with. As warm hands rub over his chest through the fabric of his shirt, Dan Heng slips his own hand underneath his boyfriend's shirt. He trails his fingers lazily and lightly over where he remembers Blade's tattoo is, and over whatever scars he finds along the way. The hand not under the taller man's shirt rubs along the base of his fluffy tail.]
A-Xing....
[Dan Heng can't help sighing his name in his beloved's ear, and then he gently nibbles on it experimentally.]