[the warm weight of dan feng along his back helps. pinning him is grounding, reminding him where he is with the felt of the billiard table cushioning his cheek, who he's with from their twined tails and the weight not dissimilar from his own.

it takes longer for dan heng to realize he's the source of the whining sound. it's hard to imagine that there's room inside him to even make noise, as overstuffed as he feels. every miniscule shift is far too apparent, when he's this full. to say dan feng is hitting the sensitive places inside him would be an understatement. simply staying within him is stimulating them relentlessly, and every little jerk of dan feng's hips knocks loose a desperate sound.

the praise, too, is undoing him. processing is hard, but the tone has him twitching his own hips as if seeking approval.]