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[Hey!!! He falls heavily against Ren's chest - Dan Feng spares a fleeting thought to goring him through the ribs with his horn - and he whines angrily into a tit. Bites at it for good measure.]

I want to. [Muffled. He squirms, hands still in Ren's hold.] I want. I want you to take me.

[he might be gratified to hear Ren groan when he bites him, low in his throat.

and the way Dan Feng pleads is so pretty, but of course he holds onto some remnants of his pride. but that's fine.]

There. [he says, gripping Dan Feng's wrists together tightly together in one hand, just before he hauls him to his feet. since he had wanted to be bent over the pew, he's going to get bent over the pew.] Since you plead so prettily, I will give you what you asked for.

[The way that Ren's hand is large enough to encircle both of his wrists together completely kicks a bolt of arousal up his spine - he'd always dwarfed Dan Feng, enough for the Vidyadhara to hide in him - and he goes down easy, bending over with his tail already lashing out to curl around one of Ren's knees.]

Hurry up. [He's already arching his back, spreading his legs.] Make me stop thinking.

Impatient. [is out here being an asshole. reaches for the fastening on Dan Feng's pants, tries to get the zipper unzipped. gets it partway before it gets stuck, and just doesn't bother with it again. Yingxing might have, with the hand dexterity of a master crafter, but Ren doesn't have that dexterity anymore. hopefully Dan Feng isn't attached to these pants because they're getting torn off him.

and he already knew about this Dan Feng not wearing anything under there, but he's still going to be an asshole about it.]

Shameless. [(the irony is perhaps tangible) he says as he shoves his other hand between Dan Feng's thighs.] Where has your modesty gone?

[Dan Feng turns his face into the cool wood of the pew, ears burning; he'd lain with Ren for only so many times, but the sheer, dreamlike desire he'd had for the man (or the corpse he'd worn; Dan Feng could no longer tell the difference) had compounded over the centuries.

That is to say; his face says he's really fucking embarrassed, but the way he tries to impale himself deeper onto Ren's fingers says he would do anything to get Ren's cock inside him.]

This is your fault, you absolute cretin. [He shifts his weight on one foot and tries to kick at Ren, tries to tug him closer.] I am not some blushing m-maiden! Put it in!

How is your lack of modesty my fault? [his lack of fine dexterity in his hands means that he is nowhere near as good at fingering as he had been as Yingxing. he is giving it his best effort, however, and makes up for his lack of finesse with roughness. he fucks Dan Feng with his fingers very roughly, a promise of what he intends to do with his cock.

(he still remembers this body, even with his scrambled memories. remembers what makes it respond, what gives it pleasure-)

also he is very definitely not putting his dick in him yet. ]

I don't lack--

[Dan Feng's panting into the wood - soft, sharp little ah-ah-ahs every time Ren's fingers hilt into him, joining the embarrassing, wet schlick of his wetness with every thrust.

Ren crooks his fingers a particular way and Dan Feng can't hide the way he whimpers, confused pleasure alighting his spine. Even he didn't know he'd liked that angle!]

I already told you what I wanted! [He spreads his legs further, arching his back, trying to entice him.] I will not beg further! [He actually will, but Ren probably already knows that.]

Have some patience, Yinyue-jun.
[that noise he'd made is so familiar even in his fogged memories, and he wants to hear more of it.]

You'll have it. [when Ren feels like it. and he's trying to find that angle again, to make him make that noise again.]

Edited 2024-06-21 15:14 (UTC)

Your impertinence is gallihngk--!

[He finds the angle. Several times. The start of a very promising tantrum is cut off by Dan Feng moaning so pornographically it practically echoes off the church's high ceilings, and he seizes around Ren's fingers tightly as he comes.

He sobs when he realizes it doesn't quench the ache between his legs; in fact, it just stokes the fire. He tries to look back at Ren, saliva smeared down his chin from panting with it open, eyes hot with embarrassed tears.]

Stop teasing me. I'm so empty.

[the noise Dan Feng makes is familiar, as is the way he clenches down around his fingers as he comes.]

Hm. [it's faintly amused, because he is kind of a dick, but the heat smouldering in his voice is also evident.

he pushes another finger in, to be a dick, but the sound of him unfastening his pants with his other hand is also pretty audible.]

[Dan Feng takes the stretch easily, and he twitches visibly when he hears Ren opening his fly. He's looking back over his shoulder, hungry, his tail lifting upwards. The tip wags a little and Dan Feng cannot be assed to still it, not when he's so close to getting what he wants.]

Aren't you angry I let someone else kill you? [A little (a lot) provocation wouldn't hurt; Dan Feng wanted to feel him for days. The haughtiness of a man who was used to his orders being followed creeps into his tone.] I want you to mark me inside and out.

Disappointed. [cloth rustles as Ren frees his cock, and then slides his fingers out of Dan Feng, leaving him empty.] But a death is a death.

[a moment later, his weight slides over Dan Feng, holding him even more down. and then the head of his cock is rubbing against him. but that's all Ren is doing for now.]

[Frankly, Dan Feng likes this part the most: when Ren covers him with his bulk, smothering and hiding him all at once. It's obvious with the quiet groan he lets out at the weight settling on him, the way he tests the give of his lover's body, and the happy, contented noise at finding that Ren does not budge at all.

It's almost enough for him to ignore Ren's insolence. Almost. Dan Feng cants his hips, feeling the blunt head so close, and yet--]

A-Xing. [He can already taste the regret, but he feels like he's already going insane with need, anything to get Ren to fuck him, now, please,] Hurry up.

[leans over him and bites one pointed ear, sharply.]

Call me by that name again and you will get nothing.

[The whimper that is choked out of him at that bite is wholly un-Yinyue-Jun and a hundred percent Dan Feng.]

Anything you want-- [His tail curls around the back of Ren's knees.] Ren, Ren, please--

[Dan Feng lowering himself to beg is exactly what he wanted.]

Pleading absolutely becomes you.

[#smug as fuck asshole. though he is finally going to stop fucking around and give Dan Feng what he wants, beginning to push into him, slow and rough.]

Edited 2024-06-30 23:20 (UTC)

[Dan Feng doesn't want gentle at all, and it's obvious in the way he squirms impatiently, even through the stretch. It's so good, but it's not enough; he tries to knock one of Ren's knees out again.]

I don't want slow!

[trying to knock one of Ren's knees out from under him is definitely going to get him to be even more stubborn about not giving him what he wants right away.

and he's keeping to the same pace.]

You'll get what I give you, when I give it to you.

Will you ever give me anything at all?

[Snide and throaty, clenching around what he can. His tail lifts to whap Ren in the face.]

Perhaps I should find someone else to satisfy me.

[groans, low, in Dan Feng's ear as he clenches around him, and then is slapped in the face with his tail.]

Haven't you done that already?

[and punctuating his words with a sharp snap of his hips.]

[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.]

Are you - are you jealous?

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