[After a moment, Dan Feng lifts his head, slick glistening on his chin. He hefts a knee over his shoulder, so he can gently press a thumb over Randy's clit.]
Ah. [He is very smug.] This is completely new for you, is it not?
[He braces his other hand on the inside of Randy's thigh, to keep him from closing his legs- and that thumb starts stroking, circling the nub of nerves, a steady rhythm while he watches Randy's face.]
I've got plenty of experience getting women off, I've just never been-
[legs trying to jerk shut, though, as the sensation escalates, and he's wiggling like he's not sure if he wants to get more direct contact or get away.]
a) removing his thumb and b) replacing it with his tongue, lapping firm and warm and wet like a man starved, with the occasional dangerous brush of fang.
His hands are firm around Randy's thighs, stopping him from bucking up or away; he's going to take what he's given whether he likes it or not.]
[his hands fly down to bury themselves in dan feng's hair, careful about his horns, and the first brush of fang gets a shocked little yelp and pull. he's getting noisier, body starting to shake as unfamiliar pleasure builds.]
[He'll be able to feel the moan against his clit, rumbling low and hot against it, but Dan Feng doesn't stop. He knows it takes steady motion, and quite frankly he wants to make Randy cry (part of his indoor hobbies), so once Randy comes, he's not going to stop.]
[little does dan feng know he's already made randy cry. lmao. just not in a hot way.]
Dan Feng, darlin', I'm--
[tipping over the edge, whole body drawing tight and a fresh burst of wetness drenching dan feng's face. but of course he isn't being given a reprieve, and his sounds are taking on a more desperate edge as he's trying to squirm free.]
[Nope! Dan Feng angles his face so he can see how desperate Randy's getting - he knows the razor's edge of pain and pleasure brought by sensitivity here - but he wants one more, even though his jaw is starting to ache.
His horns are within reach if he truly wants out, but Dan Feng's claws press threatening into those muscled thighs if he squirms further away.]
[randy won't go for his horns over something like this.]
You- smug bastard--
[without any downtime or mercy, he doesn't take long to pull into a bucking, wailing orgasm, all his muscles trembling as he's pinned in dan feng's grasp.]
[Mercifully enough Dan Feng doesn't draw this one out, though he does blow cheekily on the engorged nub before sitting up and wiping his mouth with the back of a hand.]
I win.
[Sure he is still fully clothed and hard to the point of not being able to notice anything else other than Randy's chest heaving but that is irrelevant.]
[groans throatily, arching his back to press his hard nipple into dan feng's palm for just a moment, then going limp again when his hand moves on. his heart is hammering so fast.]
[He leans back, then, to try and shimmy out of his pants without undoing his fly all the way. This would work if he did not have the hips he has now, so as it is, he just falls to the bed like an upturned turtle.]
[Once the pants are off, his cocks bounce out with frankly a very lewd, very wet sound, and Dan Feng buries his face in his hands. He's really fucking hard; who wouldn't be, after seeing Randy lose himself in pleasure like that?]
[letting himself be tugged forward, straddling dan feng, but reaching down to swipe his fingers in some of those slick vidyadhara fluids, then back to start working open his own ass.]
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