[While Dan Heng is having a horny crisis staring at his cock, Jing Yuan is pretty happy to begin eating. He's already started filling his mouth with congee and bacon when the vidyadhara's low, wavering call makes him pause. He tilts his head, following the line of his eyes.]
Mmn.
[He swallows, placing his chopsticks down on the rest on the tray, thinking about what he is going to say. He feels the heat of Dan Heng's eyes on him now— he could shrug off most gazes, but he isn't unaffected by this one. It would be difficult for him to reject any plea from Dan Heng, sentimental and complicated as his feelings are about him. He just wants for him to be happy, comfortable...
Speaking of, he cups his hand over his groin, his big palm obscuring it somewhat.
Dan Heng may be feeling the affects of some aphrodisiac...]
I should've given you more warning. [He'd just thought it would maybe be more ignorable. For a moment, he just closes his eyes, contemplating if he should ask, offer...] Do you need... help before you can eat?
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Mmn.
[He swallows, placing his chopsticks down on the rest on the tray, thinking about what he is going to say. He feels the heat of Dan Heng's eyes on him now— he could shrug off most gazes, but he isn't unaffected by this one. It would be difficult for him to reject any plea from Dan Heng, sentimental and complicated as his feelings are about him. He just wants for him to be happy, comfortable...
Speaking of, he cups his hand over his groin, his big palm obscuring it somewhat.
Dan Heng may be feeling the affects of some aphrodisiac...]
I should've given you more warning. [He'd just thought it would maybe be more ignorable. For a moment, he just closes his eyes, contemplating if he should ask, offer...] Do you need... help before you can eat?