[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.]