Being in Amphoreus and isolated from the rest of the crew, it makes me think about how much you and Dan Heng cherish each other’s company, especially at night during rest time. Even if he vehemently denies it and even if you get on his nerves so easily, he still comes to you during times of ease, using you like a charging station for his nerves. Touching you, skin to skin, sexual or not prepares him for the next day of certain horrors he’ll face.
You brush your fingers through his bangs. He’s laying half on you, half on the small cot, his head resting on your chest. He’s gazing out the window at the brilliant ever bright sky. The chatter of the crowds below and outside your door provides a white noise, lulling his eyes closed. You can’t help but coo at how sweet he looks, making his eyebrows furrow. He knows you well enough by now to expect what comes next. A hand squeezing his cheeks. He growls softly, making you only want to squeeze him harder.
“Dan Heng,” you coo at him, tilting his face toward your own. He reluctantly opens his eyes, vulnerable enough as it is to be laying on you like this, and now you feel the need to tease him on top of it. He doesn’t say anything, just blinking at you like an annoyed cat. You wish you could be holding the grumpy dragon version, but you figure you’ve already pushed him enough… for now. His hair is soft and thick. You brush your fingers through it with care, easing him back into a sense of ease.
“How about a cold bath later?” You ask softly. You feel his cheeks twitch as if he were about to smile at the thought as he hums in agreement.You snicker and he opens his eyes again.
“Go to sleep,” he says, reaching up to cover your eyes for you.
