I'm intrigued by the manner through which new things are introduced to our confinement. We aren't under a curfew, and so theoretically we are, collectively, present to notice such things being installed, but things like, say, the snowmen, or those energy drinks nonetheless manage to appear. It isn't as though they can go through the usual shipping channels or anything, either.
I would give you the world. I would give you anything. Just ask.
[His own cocks are barely out, but he's already raising his hips, holding Jing Yuan's length in place so he can lower himself on it. He needs the stretch, the burn of it, so that he would feel Jing Yuan inside of him for days--]
[What do you Mean he doesn't need to say anything? He's always needed to say something. Always had to counter with an offer or a threat for attention because how else would Jing Yuan look at him.
[It's frankly too tight, but Jing Yuan doesn't mind. The squeeze is pleasantly uncomfortable, dragging a throaty groan out of him and making his hands clench hard on Dan Feng's hips. His breath is trembling, and his voice strained as he lifts one hand from that bruising grip to tug at the back of his neck, just above his brand.]
...Kiss me.
[That's his only request -- the emotional intimacy along with the physical pleasure.]
[It seems like so simple a request- but Dan Feng answers it anyway, cradling Jing Yuan's face with a trembling hand.
When he slots their lips together, he tries to say what he can't: I think I have loved you all your life. I want to stay. Please shelter me. I don't know how not to hurt you. I'm sorry.
He doesn't realize he's crying. Maybe he doesn't care. It's hard to think at this point, reduced to a creature of sensation and need.]
[He notices when that warm wetness touches his nose, but he doesn't comment just yet. He's not too far off from tears himself, when he can feel so much from that kiss -- he can't read it precisely, but there's a tenderness and love there he wasn't sure actually existed til now. Dan Feng says he loves him, but his madness makes his actions so painful and erratic that a part of Jing Yuan has remained convinced that any love here is his own foolish delusion.
He has no doubt now, and that both highlights the wrongness between them and makes it certain that Jing Yuan will never, ever be able to truly let go. That love binds him more tightly than any physical chain could.
He's not sure how to express that, or if he even should. For now, he just puts as much warm and gentle affection into the kiss as he can, as he rocks his hips up into Dan Feng until there's no space left between them at all.]
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