[Dan Heng doesn't mind if Blade gets emotional. Honestly, he won't be surprised if this is a lot for both of them. Because of that, the dragon has only one goal: to make Blade feel cherished and deserving of being handled gently.
He hums softly as he feels nails going through his hair. The moment his partner's lips part, Dan Heng's tongue explores his mouth and savors his taste like an expensive, aged wine. He makes a low sound as Blade explores him in turn, and then groans as he feels nails scratching at his back.
The shorter man breaks the kiss with a wet sound and sits up. With a quick, fluid motion, the dragon takes off his shirt. There are a few scars littering his torso from this side. The wounds made from Mara, though the scars from that encounter are somewhat faint against his skin. However, there's one near Dan Heng's heart that is old and looks like it had been a puncture wound.
Not wasting any more time, he then pushes Blade's shirt up to his chest. His blue eyes are dark and hungry as he drinks in the sight of toned muscles and scars. Dan Heng glances at his beloved's red eyes before he starts to trail his fingers tenderly along the harsh, ragged lines of the shrapnel scars on his arms. His fingers follow along that path to Blade's shoulders, then down to his chest. Dan Heng's gaze is focused yet reverent as he looks at his body. As he moves his hands down to his lover's abdomen, he bends down over Blade's chest and gently, almost tentatively, licks along one of his scars.]
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He hums softly as he feels nails going through his hair. The moment his partner's lips part, Dan Heng's tongue explores his mouth and savors his taste like an expensive, aged wine. He makes a low sound as Blade explores him in turn, and then groans as he feels nails scratching at his back.
The shorter man breaks the kiss with a wet sound and sits up. With a quick, fluid motion, the dragon takes off his shirt. There are a few scars littering his torso from this side. The wounds made from Mara, though the scars from that encounter are somewhat faint against his skin. However, there's one near Dan Heng's heart that is old and looks like it had been a puncture wound.
Not wasting any more time, he then pushes Blade's shirt up to his chest. His blue eyes are dark and hungry as he drinks in the sight of toned muscles and scars. Dan Heng glances at his beloved's red eyes before he starts to trail his fingers tenderly along the harsh, ragged lines of the shrapnel scars on his arms. His fingers follow along that path to Blade's shoulders, then down to his chest. Dan Heng's gaze is focused yet reverent as he looks at his body. As he moves his hands down to his lover's abdomen, he bends down over Blade's chest and gently, almost tentatively, licks along one of his scars.]