[ ah, dan heng, meanwhile, recognizes this man rather quickly. quincy - they'd spoken briefly over the network not so long ago. the man who knows how to build a house. dan heng had glanced over his profile, but pictures hardly do him justice, tall and broad and handsome as he is in person. unfortunately, dan heng has a bit of a weakness for tall men with fat tits..

so. this could definitely be worse. they don't know one another very well at all, not by a longshot, but at least he's dan heng's type. not that he would admit to having a type.

anyway, he can't help the way that his eyes sweep down quincy's body, drawn to sharp lines and planes of muscle and bone, his strong shoulders and arms, and.. exactly what that jock strap only barely holds back. despite himself, he feels a warm tightening between his thighs. the light aphrodisiacs in his clothing help. ]

I fear no man's blade. There is only one way to satisfy me enough to persuade me.

[ he says, a little stiffly, but he's trying. leaning back on his hands, dan heng's long tail gives a light thump against the bed, pleased by what he is seeing. ]

If you think yourself up to the task.