[He scrapes blunt nails against Cade's scalp, leans into his chest, an apologetic curve tucked against him. He can taste copper faint at the back of his throat, maybe- maybe he drank something weird? He shifts closer, seeking comfort.]
Well, let me mess with you instead? [He slips a finger under the collar.] Say 'yes, Yingxing'.
Re: Spice heh
[He scrapes blunt nails against Cade's scalp, leans into his chest, an apologetic curve tucked against him. He can taste copper faint at the back of his throat, maybe- maybe he drank something weird? He shifts closer, seeking comfort.]
Well, let me mess with you instead? [He slips a finger under the collar.] Say 'yes, Yingxing'.
Re: Spice heh
But maybe it's that he wants comfort too.
So the command burns through him. His mouth is dry and he straightens a little. ]
Yes, Yingxing. [ Maybe that's what adds the gratitude to his voice when he uses his private name again. ]