[The sound of his name being said by Dan Heng always gets his heartbeat thumping a little quicker in normal circumstances; this was already far from a normal circumstance, and Jing Yuan can't hide the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows.
He feels a bit like he's being scolded. He probably is, since while Dan Heng has more patience than Dan Feng ever had, he seems to have inherited his reaction to nonsense excuses.
The older man's brows are slightly raised as he looks down at Dan Heng. His hands move a little hesitantly, sliding over his shoulders and up until he's cupping the younger man's cheeks.]
There are likely few who wouldn't want to kiss you. [He's sort of tiptoeing around the question. He's so bold to admit what he'd rather be doing with his life than spending it wasting away behind his desk, but too cowardly to admit to something he can do something about in this moment. He's not sure he can trust his own feelings.
It all feels a little silly. The situation is insanely alarming on all levels— suddenly waking up in this strange Penaconian-like resort in the nude and no memory of how he got there, the sex game they're supposed to play, and now on top of it he finds himself caught in a trap with one of his fantasies dangled in front of him.
Is this what it feels like to be mara-struck? Out of his depth and control? No idea what's going on and no idea how to be free, with temptation in front of him... If this is a dream, is temptation so bad?
Jing Yuan's laugh is light and honeyed at the thought. His head dips down, closer to Dan Heng's.] I want it more than I should.
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Date: 2023-12-25 02:21 pm (UTC)He feels a bit like he's being scolded. He probably is, since while Dan Heng has more patience than Dan Feng ever had, he seems to have inherited his reaction to nonsense excuses.
The older man's brows are slightly raised as he looks down at Dan Heng. His hands move a little hesitantly, sliding over his shoulders and up until he's cupping the younger man's cheeks.]
There are likely few who wouldn't want to kiss you. [He's sort of tiptoeing around the question. He's so bold to admit what he'd rather be doing with his life than spending it wasting away behind his desk, but too cowardly to admit to something he can do something about in this moment. He's not sure he can trust his own feelings.
It all feels a little silly. The situation is insanely alarming on all levels— suddenly waking up in this strange Penaconian-like resort in the nude and no memory of how he got there, the sex game they're supposed to play, and now on top of it he finds himself caught in a trap with one of his fantasies dangled in front of him.
Is this what it feels like to be mara-struck? Out of his depth and control? No idea what's going on and no idea how to be free, with temptation in front of him... If this is a dream, is temptation so bad?
Jing Yuan's laugh is light and honeyed at the thought. His head dips down, closer to Dan Heng's.] I want it more than I should.