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[he won't even make him! he's a good dog.]

Please.

[pressing a kiss to the base of his intact horn.]

[In order to not make the sound that elicits out loud, he seizes Randy's lapels and yanks him down to slot their mouths together. Or maul him. The sharp fangs are a bonus.]

[they ARE. new, but fun. still, randy kisses him eagerly, with clear experience and passion, hands coming up to frame dan feng's jaw.]

[Once Randy really gets into it, though, Dan Feng freezes, whimpers into Randy's mouth, and goes slack against the door.

There's the faint, but definite smell of sea brine, and Dan Feng wriggles to bury his face in his hands. He came- slick darkening down the insides his pants - of just from that.]

[the kiss breaks to make way for those hands, and randy pauses, catching that scent and the start of dampness leeching into his own pants, with how close they are.

breathless, awed:]

Fuck, you're really feelin' it, huh?

[kissing the backs of his blocking hands.]

Don't be so crude!

[His ears twitch with each kiss, and when he lowers his hands he seems to have trouble not looking away from Randy's mouth.]

Do you know. I am a dragon.

[randy will now stop being crude. fucked up.

a hand slides down his back to stroke the fur on his tail.]

I'd noticed. Meaning?

[Don't worry Randy. Soon (TM)

Meanwhile, the hands that have braced themselves on Randy's hips suddenly appear to be tipped with claws. That tail curls around Randy's hand tightly, holding it there.]

Like this, if we play, I cannot control myself. I want to devour you but you are fragile. Are you?

[huffs a throaty little laugh ~~(yingxing-like)~~ and wiggles the fingers of his newly trapped hand, scritching.]

I'm sturdy, darlin'. Just human, but a tough one.

[He can see in real time how Dan Feng's pupils thin into slits, having hit a dozen of his buttons. The unsure expression shifts into hungry, hands sliding behind, down, groping at his ass as he grinds their hips together.]

We'll see. Strip.

[hot. hothothot.]

Aye-aye!

[immediate, free hand pulling back to start undoing his own shirt buttons.]

[Hope he's good at multitasking, because while Dan Feng lets his other hand go, he's starting to mouth and suck bruises at Randy's jaw while bullying him back to his frankly ridiculous bed.]

You and your infernal shirts.

[another little laugh, baring his throat and backing up helpfully.]

You like my chest that much, darlin'?

[half unbuttoned, now, revealing his gluthole and scars and full chest.]

Yesss.

[He warbles the end of it out, hands immediately going for his pecs and a good squeeze. Once the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed Dan Feng is ignoring any attempts to disrobe in favor of pushing him down.]

Call me that again.

[humming a pleased little sound with that grope, absolutely approving. and down he goes, hands flying up to pull dan feng down with him if he can.]

Mmmm. Should I call you sweet things more often, darlin'?

[To be fair, nothing really comes close to Dan Heng calling him gege, but Dan Feng is starting to realize okay! Maybe he has a thing for being called nice things! This is terrible!]

Impertinent. [He mutters, but the endearment makes his grip tighten, and when he buries the flushed heat on his face into Randy's tit he bites it, not very gently.]

Hands above your head.

[How Could It Be Endearments Are Pleasant,]

You liiiike it~

[his laugh presses dan feng's face and mouth even firmer into the meat of his chest, and the absolutely pornographic moan the bite draws from him is utterly unrestrained.

stretching his hands over his head with a lewd arch of his back, leaning into that bite.]

[Why does he have to move like that? The rumble of that moan is so good against his skin. Dan Feng licks his lips with a forked tongue, before sitting up and hauling the rest of him squarely on the bed, sending cushions flying.]

Dogs like you need to learn obedience, don't you think?

[randy makes a startled, distinctly aroused little gasp as he's manhandled. helLO.]

I thought- you said I'm a good dog?

You can be better for me, can't you?

[Dan Feng punctuates this by rolling the base of his palm between Randy's legs, hands resting on his fly.]

[congrats! he's already pretty hard and wielding a deadly weapon even for his size. whines, doglike, and rocks up into dan feng's palm.]

How do you want me, darlin'?

I want you to be still.

[He settles between Randy's legs - his tail winds around a knee to keep them open - and begins to literally shred his pants away.]

And you will not come without permission.

Oh-

[he twitches for a bare moment, then stills breathlessly, heavy cock springing free of its confines at the first opportunity.

licks his lips, voice throaty.]

That all?

[Dan Feng kind of just blatantly looks at his dick, and when he looks at Randy, his pupils have blown up into saucers.]

I like your confidence. [Now that Randy's naked, Dan Feng - still fully clothed - proceeds to. Lay down on his front, cradle his cock against his cheek and rub against it, like a cat marking its territory. And do nothing else.]

[he's Big. even for his overall size. not like monstrously large but definitely impressive.

he whines, deeply canine in spite of being fully human, dick twitching eagerly right in dan feng's face.]

Oh...!

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