[he manages to knock over a nearby bar stool as he tries to right himself, and dan feng mostly (?) succeeds, ending up with their legs slotted together like puzzle pieces. he can't help the buck of his hips, rutting against dan heng's thigh, pressed against him in one long line of heat.]
Really? Here? Dis- hah - gusting- [like he's not the one, you know, practically jumping his leg.]
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Really? Here? Dis- hah - gusting- [like he's not the one, you know, practically jumping his leg.]