[He's already opened his mouth to retort, but the breath is punched out of him in a moan. He wriggles a hand backwards, blindly, to try and grab at one of Ren's hips.]
[Randy had no way of knowing this was the best pickup line he could have used on Dan Feng, who thrived on two things: conflict, and people who could crush him like a soda can.]
Here you are, yes. [He licks his lips. Worries a tongue against his own fang. His hand slides down the curve of Randy's waist and cups an asscheek.] Crawling back to me like a dog.
[his scoff is pretty quickly diverted into a gasp when dan feng bites, his intellectual knowledge of his chest being more sensitive than usual not at all preparing him for the reality of that mouth.
well, randy is more than happy to let them both into his room, which is Pretty Sparse. his priorities have not been interior decorating, so most of the personalization is in the stunhalberd leaning against the wall by the door.
he squeezes dan feng's hand on the way, for good measure.]
[Dan Feng jumps a little at the squeeze, and Randy will be able to see in real time how his ears turn red.
So this is what their bedroom floors look like, he thinks. Dan Feng's is always strewn with some manner of cushion and clothes and the occasional mysterious stain.]
This looks barely lived in. [He doesn't like that. He backs Randy into the door after it closes.] Fix it.
[He is PROBLEM SOLVING here can you stop fondling him please. Even if his tail starts to sneak down and curl around one of Randy's thighs. Even if his free hand folds over Randy's bicep and pets the muscle there.]
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