[Stroking the edge of his ear does indeed elicit a response: A quiet tremble, a soft inhale. While he's hidden his true features away, the sensitivity remains mostly unchanged between forms.
And still he waits, well aware that it is on Jing Yuan to make the first move. He licks his lips nervously as he glances up at the man, and then finally, finally Jing Yuan is leaning in, fingers tilting his chin and warm lips pressing against his.
There is something about kissing that seems to drag all his senses to focus on that single point of contact. The heat, the softness, the feel of another's breath brushing against his face, the scent of Jing Yuan's hair. It is intimate and a little unnerving, but strangely nice.
And yet something about it still feels off, too quiet, too still.
Hesitation does not suit Jing Yuan.
So Dan Heng reaches up, hand cupping Jing Yuan's cheek to tug him a little bit closer, lips moving lightly against the taller man's in a slow and experimental manner.]
[He was thinking Dan Heng is cute, with his little tremble and the soft blush, but the thought is suddenly started out of him as the shorter man tugs him closer. Centuries of being starved for intimacy hits him like a speeding starskiff— maybe the emotional surge he feels is misplaced.
But, Dan Heng.
He'd thought about kissing that dull expression off his face as the vidyadhara scolded him for his recklessness. It had been a flutter of want, squashed and yet still managed to be hopeful he'd consider staying. That was purely a selfish desire.
Jing Yuan's arm moves, curling under the vidyadhara's own and around his back as they kiss, holding him in a loose embrace as he leans for him. His mane of hair falls over his shoulder, brushing over Dan Heng's own. Lips move more certain against his, slightly less chaste and more of a proper kiss, his eyes sliding closed.]
[There's a little flutter of apprehension in his gut as he waits for Jing Yuan to respond. He has no experience in this, acting entirely on instinct and what little he's seen of such things in his travels. But to a surprising degree, Dan Heng wants Jing Yuan to be engaged in this. He'd said he wanted this after all, and Dan Heng wants too.
So when Jing Yuan finally, finally responds, he'll find Dan Heng relaxing slightly, the feel of his arms curling against his back oddly reassuring. It's more comfortable like this, and Dan Heng finds himself leaning into the embrace, his hand slipping from Jing Yuan's cheek to brush through that soft, fluffy mane of hair as he allows Jing Yuan to take the lead, mimicking his movements as the kiss continues, his other hand settling against the taller man's waist.
That Jing Yuan is much larger than he is is also a first: What few embraces he's had have been platonic, and primarily a result of friendly exuberance from certain shorter friends. This? This is wildly different... and rather enjoyable, in all honesty. He finds himself pressing closer, a quiet noise of contentment escaping him after a few moments.]
[Guilt is pervasive despite Dan Heng's consent— he deserves this with someone he really likes, somewhere nicer, on his own terms. In the general's eyes, that cannot be him. It can't be helped, so he instead focuses his thoughts on that he has to make it good for him.
As the younger man presses forward, he gently rubs a circle between his shoulders to reassure him that he can do whatever he pleases— the way his pulse quickens only notable to himself. Dan Heng's inexperienced, but not clumsy so far; being a little more bold, he drags his tongue against his bottom lip right before he draws back a little, just to see how he'll react.
They just started, but he's already stopping, his brows knitted as he looks down at him.]
Would you lie down with me? I know it's... it won't be the most comfortable, but there's some pillows... We'll probably be at this a while.
[Meanwhile, Dan Heng is thankful that Jing Yuan is willing to do this with him. He knows he likely wouldn't be the general's first choice for something like this. He isn't the man he used to know, and he wasn't even someone with any experience with things like this.
It had never been something he'd felt nervous about until this moment, and yet Jing Yuan soothes those nerves as they come, with gentle touches and welcoming manner.
And when Jing Yuan pulls away, Dan Heng follows, chasing after his lips with a quiet noise of frustration escaping before he remembers himself and flushes deeply, backing away.
He licks his lips lightly, nervousness buzzing in his veins along with excitement, jade eyes focusing on Jing Yuan's own lips for a moment more before looking away.]
I suppose you're right... kissing like this for several minutes would likely be easier if we were sitting or laying. [He glances around, looking at the pillows.] Seems like they'd be comfortable enough to me. Shall we?
[Not everyone has Dan Heng rather bizarre sense of personal comfort, however.]
[Even just backing off makes Jing Yuan's stomach twist a little, uncertain if he maybe did the wrong thing from the low growl the vidyadhara makes. That's familiar, at the very least; he's surprised to see that sort of behavior from Dan Heng.]
Mm, let's.
[Gathering up pillows at armfuls at a time, he brings them around to a section between two shelves, then starts to layer them out againt the floor, starting with an area to prop their upper bodies on. He continues to go around the corner, gathering more, taking a few extra sheets, until they've made the area sufficently padded.
Of course, he'll leave the vidyadhara as the best source of criticism for his work, so he stands at the foot of their makeshift little space, gesturing.]
[Dan Heng wasn't expecting it from himself either, honestly-- but the kissing had been nice, as brief as it had been. It's embarrassing that he'd reacted that way to begin with.
He also isn't expecting Jing Yuan to set about making a padded area on the floor without even letting him help. But the older man clearly has an idea for what he wants, and so Dan Heng lets him do what he likes, watching as he works.
And trying very hard not to focus on the fact that he's still wearing a very, very tiny robe, and all this shifting about is not concealing a great deal of Jing Yuan's body.
The end result of his work does look comfortable, admittedly. Dan Heng steps forward when Jing Yuan asks what he needs, and shakes his head as he kneels down to test the softness of the pillows. Honestly, he'd have been fine without, but it was nice.] Just you, I think.
[...It's a half second later he realizes what he said, and that blush on his face looks almost painful.] I mean... You should probably get comfortable, yes?
[He holds out his hand to Jing Yuan and gestures for him to sit, still flushed.]
[Dan Heng's opinion was very important here. After all, he was setting up a spot comfortable enough for them to lie close and be warm. Not much makes the old man miss his beat but the assessment sure does.]
Ah?
[His clueless brain catches up to him as Dan Heng clarifies. He feels a little bit of that blush on his neck, which his hair does little to help conceal, but he doesn't hestitate to take the vidyadhara's hand and join him on the pillows.
The general sits first, moving ontto his knees, but the robe hikes up enough he's sure he just flashed Dan Heng instead. Feeling a little more embarrassed about that, he grabs the edge of it, holding it as he guides Dan Heng by their clasped hands to lie down instead.
His head hits the pillow, curled onto his side to face Dan Heng.]
Plus one of me. Do you think you'll be warm enough?
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Date: 2024-01-10 06:53 am (UTC)And still he waits, well aware that it is on Jing Yuan to make the first move. He licks his lips nervously as he glances up at the man, and then finally, finally Jing Yuan is leaning in, fingers tilting his chin and warm lips pressing against his.
There is something about kissing that seems to drag all his senses to focus on that single point of contact. The heat, the softness, the feel of another's breath brushing against his face, the scent of Jing Yuan's hair. It is intimate and a little unnerving, but strangely nice.
And yet something about it still feels off, too quiet, too still.
Hesitation does not suit Jing Yuan.
So Dan Heng reaches up, hand cupping Jing Yuan's cheek to tug him a little bit closer, lips moving lightly against the taller man's in a slow and experimental manner.]
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Date: 2024-01-16 04:51 am (UTC)But, Dan Heng.
He'd thought about kissing that dull expression off his face as the vidyadhara scolded him for his recklessness. It had been a flutter of want, squashed and yet still managed to be hopeful he'd consider staying. That was purely a selfish desire.
Jing Yuan's arm moves, curling under the vidyadhara's own and around his back as they kiss, holding him in a loose embrace as he leans for him. His mane of hair falls over his shoulder, brushing over Dan Heng's own. Lips move more certain against his, slightly less chaste and more of a proper kiss, his eyes sliding closed.]
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Date: 2024-01-26 09:38 am (UTC)So when Jing Yuan finally, finally responds, he'll find Dan Heng relaxing slightly, the feel of his arms curling against his back oddly reassuring. It's more comfortable like this, and Dan Heng finds himself leaning into the embrace, his hand slipping from Jing Yuan's cheek to brush through that soft, fluffy mane of hair as he allows Jing Yuan to take the lead, mimicking his movements as the kiss continues, his other hand settling against the taller man's waist.
That Jing Yuan is much larger than he is is also a first: What few embraces he's had have been platonic, and primarily a result of friendly exuberance from certain shorter friends. This? This is wildly different... and rather enjoyable, in all honesty. He finds himself pressing closer, a quiet noise of contentment escaping him after a few moments.]
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Date: 2024-01-28 05:07 am (UTC)As the younger man presses forward, he gently rubs a circle between his shoulders to reassure him that he can do whatever he pleases— the way his pulse quickens only notable to himself. Dan Heng's inexperienced, but not clumsy so far; being a little more bold, he drags his tongue against his bottom lip right before he draws back a little, just to see how he'll react.
They just started, but he's already stopping, his brows knitted as he looks down at him.]
Would you lie down with me? I know it's... it won't be the most comfortable, but there's some pillows... We'll probably be at this a while.
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Date: 2024-01-28 09:02 am (UTC)It had never been something he'd felt nervous about until this moment, and yet Jing Yuan soothes those nerves as they come, with gentle touches and welcoming manner.
And when Jing Yuan pulls away, Dan Heng follows, chasing after his lips with a quiet noise of frustration escaping before he remembers himself and flushes deeply, backing away.
He licks his lips lightly, nervousness buzzing in his veins along with excitement, jade eyes focusing on Jing Yuan's own lips for a moment more before looking away.]
I suppose you're right... kissing like this for several minutes would likely be easier if we were sitting or laying. [He glances around, looking at the pillows.] Seems like they'd be comfortable enough to me. Shall we?
[Not everyone has Dan Heng rather bizarre sense of personal comfort, however.]
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Date: 2024-01-28 10:28 am (UTC)Mm, let's.
[Gathering up pillows at armfuls at a time, he brings them around to a section between two shelves, then starts to layer them out againt the floor, starting with an area to prop their upper bodies on. He continues to go around the corner, gathering more, taking a few extra sheets, until they've made the area sufficently padded.
Of course, he'll leave the vidyadhara as the best source of criticism for his work, so he stands at the foot of their makeshift little space, gesturing.]
Does it need anything?
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Date: 2024-01-28 10:44 am (UTC)He also isn't expecting Jing Yuan to set about making a padded area on the floor without even letting him help. But the older man clearly has an idea for what he wants, and so Dan Heng lets him do what he likes, watching as he works.
And trying very hard not to focus on the fact that he's still wearing a very, very tiny robe, and all this shifting about is not concealing a great deal of Jing Yuan's body.
The end result of his work does look comfortable, admittedly. Dan Heng steps forward when Jing Yuan asks what he needs, and shakes his head as he kneels down to test the softness of the pillows. Honestly, he'd have been fine without, but it was nice.] Just you, I think.
[...It's a half second later he realizes what he said, and that blush on his face looks almost painful.] I mean... You should probably get comfortable, yes?
[He holds out his hand to Jing Yuan and gestures for him to sit, still flushed.]
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Date: 2024-01-28 11:12 am (UTC)Ah?
[His clueless brain catches up to him as Dan Heng clarifies. He feels a little bit of that blush on his neck, which his hair does little to help conceal, but he doesn't hestitate to take the vidyadhara's hand and join him on the pillows.
The general sits first, moving ontto his knees, but the robe hikes up enough he's sure he just flashed Dan Heng instead. Feeling a little more embarrassed about that, he grabs the edge of it, holding it as he guides Dan Heng by their clasped hands to lie down instead.
His head hits the pillow, curled onto his side to face Dan Heng.]
Plus one of me. Do you think you'll be warm enough?