[Blade is getting spoiled. He's overwhelmed already, his face hot and his eyes wet. Dan Heng draws lusty noises out of him like beautiful music, soft pleas and hushed groans, and sighs of pleasure. He arches beneath that gifted tongue and those determined hands, tilts his head back, and murmurs Dan Heng's name again and again. He's too distracted to do much more than scratch and rub at Dan Heng's back, but he feels the beautiful scales there and does pay them special attention.]

P-please...

[He isn't even sure what he's begging for at this point, but Dan Heng's separation is at once a reprieve and unbearable... He wastes no time flinging off his shirt to some corner of the room, and tries to catch his breath. It's then that he notices just how beautiful those scales look, and he gazes at Dan Heng with no shame at all—only admiration and desire.]

Gorgeous, [he murmurs, only to interrupt himself with a heated gasp, and then another. He's back to writhing pleasantly, his fingers twisting in Dan Heng's short hair as he dips lower.] —nnnh, you tease...

[He shivers again, and curls his toes against the bedspread.]

Do you know... how many nights I spent... dreaming about you? [Absolutely shameless, he continues:] My hand was never enough. I wanted—wanted your voice in my ear.