[He mmphs into the kiss, quite happy simply to exist in Dan Heng's orbit at the moment. He watches his love move away with a sense of longing as well as adoration. He takes the water carefully and lets Dan Heng clean him up, though he's trying not to chuckle at how ticklish it is.]
Yes, I will. I promise. [He smiles in a way that he hopes puts Dan Heng at ease. It's fangish. When he's done with the water, he sets it aside and cuddles up to his dragon.]
Now let me kiss you.
[He starts with the dark-haired man's lips, slow and deep and wanting, but he doesn't linger. He leaves fluttery kisses along all the pink skin he sees. Cheeks, nose, nibbling the ends of his ears, jawline, the hollow of Dan Heng's throat. His hands, broad and warm, make slow firm circles over Dan Heng's chest and abdomen.]
Beautiful...
[He kisses Dan Heng's shoulders, those kisses turning to kisses and nips, leaving little strawberry marks. He frames Dan Heng's slender waist in his hands, holds him there, while covering more of that skin with kisses. He doesn't ignore the scars, either; he tongues at the wound, as if he could heal it with his love alone.]
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[He mmphs into the kiss, quite happy simply to exist in Dan Heng's orbit at the moment. He watches his love move away with a sense of longing as well as adoration. He takes the water carefully and lets Dan Heng clean him up, though he's trying not to chuckle at how ticklish it is.]
Yes, I will. I promise. [He smiles in a way that he hopes puts Dan Heng at ease. It's fangish. When he's done with the water, he sets it aside and cuddles up to his dragon.]
Now let me kiss you.
[He starts with the dark-haired man's lips, slow and deep and wanting, but he doesn't linger. He leaves fluttery kisses along all the pink skin he sees. Cheeks, nose, nibbling the ends of his ears, jawline, the hollow of Dan Heng's throat. His hands, broad and warm, make slow firm circles over Dan Heng's chest and abdomen.]
Beautiful...
[He kisses Dan Heng's shoulders, those kisses turning to kisses and nips, leaving little strawberry marks. He frames Dan Heng's slender waist in his hands, holds him there, while covering more of that skin with kisses. He doesn't ignore the scars, either; he tongues at the wound, as if he could heal it with his love alone.]