[Blade has no intentions of stopping him. he simply makes a soft, low rumbly noise in the back of his throat, as close to acknowledgement as that thanks is getting, and keeps slowly stroking Dan Heng's hair.]
[And wonder of wonders, Dan Heng continues to relax in Blade's hold while basking in the touch, arms curled loosely around the other man. It won't take long for his breathing to slow.
Dan Heng has never been a peaceful or consistent sleeper, between the nightmares and the inheritance dreams every yinyue-jun has been burdened with. Often he'll go without simply because the alternative is highly likely to be unpleasant, and rarely will he allow himself to sleep where others will see. It's why he avoids the dorms.
But somehow Blade has managed to put him to sleep, features relaxed and at peace. He is probably going to have a crisis about this later.]
[Blade... does not sleep. he's not taking the risk of waking unprepared to see Dan Heng's face and spiralling into mara. but he is incredibly good at sitting still and checking out until he's needed.]
[Good boy, Bladie. Dan Heng will appreciate the kindness, y'know, after the inevitable gay crisis.
And the extremely questionable dream he's apparently having, because after about an hour of peaceful sleep Blade might notice the quiet, breathy noises Dan Heng is making into the crook of his neck.]
[by this point, Blade has looped his arms loosely around Dan Heng's waist and zoned out. but the sounds pull him out of that, and he hums a soft, curious noise into his hair.]
[Dan Heng isn't awake to register the noise, but he is dreaming. Perhaps it's Blade's presence that triggers something in his subconscious mind, perhaps it's his scent or the long ago, fragmented memories of another life that know these arms and this body so intimately.
Perhaps it's all of the above, because the quiet noises don't fade. Dan Heng stirs against Blade in his sleep, brows furrowed. His fingers curl a little tighter into Blade's clothing, body shifting. He looks tense.]
[There's a pained noise that quickly melts into... something not quite pained. He almost seems to settle for a moment, aside from the tight grip he still has on Blade.
[Excuse who is he calling cute??? Dan Heng is dreaming horny bloody dreams and here Blade is finding him cute.
really matching his freak here buddy.
And rubbing that specific spot is probably even more of a critical hit than an assgrab, because Dan Heng shudders, burying a desperate little noise in Blade's shoulder as he seeks out more friction, fingers digging into Blade harshly.]
Blade does know what he's doing, because the pressure of his thigh slipping between his is providing the friction Dan Heng's been seeking, hips eagerly rolling against Blade's thigh rather shamelessly.
Followed by sharp teeth sinking into Blade's shoulder, digging in harshly. At the same time, where Blade was rubbing there is now a tail curling it's way up his arm nice and clingy like.]
[oh. Blade didn't anticipate the teeth, but he likes it. he groans and lets his fingers spread around the base of that tail, flexing muscle bound by it's coils. with that broader grip he presses the vidyadhara's hips down with every little thrust forward, adding to the pressure for him.
his other hand wedges itself between them to palm at the tent in his own pants, which is growing more interested by the moment.]
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Maybe.
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No.
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[it's like a version of him married a version of you,]
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Dan Heng settles once again with a sigh, nuzzling his face into Blade's neck. He's tired both physically and emotionally, heartsore and he's dizzy.
There are a million reasons why this is ridiculous, but... he wants nonetheless.]
You are so strange. But... thank you.
[He very well might fall asleep like this, if Blade lets him.]
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Dan Heng has never been a peaceful or consistent sleeper, between the nightmares and the inheritance dreams every yinyue-jun has been burdened with. Often he'll go without simply because the alternative is highly likely to be unpleasant, and rarely will he allow himself to sleep where others will see. It's why he avoids the dorms.
But somehow Blade has managed to put him to sleep, features relaxed and at peace. He is probably going to have a crisis about this later.]
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And the extremely questionable dream he's apparently having, because after about an hour of peaceful sleep Blade might notice the quiet, breathy noises Dan Heng is making into the crook of his neck.]
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Perhaps it's all of the above, because the quiet noises don't fade. Dan Heng stirs against Blade in his sleep, brows furrowed. His fingers curl a little tighter into Blade's clothing, body shifting. He looks tense.]
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p... petting his back?]
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And then he's clinging closer.]
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keeps stroking a slow hand up and down his back, then.]
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He might not know he's encouraging him, but the way Dan Heng shifts against Blade every once in awhile might clue him in.
it's not going to take too long for it to become apparent he's pretty much grinding on Blade's hip.]
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Blade lets that petting hand linger just above Dan Heng's ass, rubbing small circles right where his tail would be.]
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really matching his freak here buddy.
And rubbing that specific spot is probably even more of a critical hit than an assgrab, because Dan Heng shudders, burying a desperate little noise in Blade's shoulder as he seeks out more friction, fingers digging into Blade harshly.]
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he knows what he's doing. just keeps rubbing right there, humming an amused little sound even as he shifts to slip his thigh up between Dan Heng's.]
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Blade does know what he's doing, because the pressure of his thigh slipping between his is providing the friction Dan Heng's been seeking, hips eagerly rolling against Blade's thigh rather shamelessly.
Followed by sharp teeth sinking into Blade's shoulder, digging in harshly. At the same time, where Blade was rubbing there is now a tail curling it's way up his arm nice and clingy like.]
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his other hand wedges itself between them to palm at the tent in his own pants, which is growing more interested by the moment.]