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I would very much like to know!

[kinda. teakettle noise as his brain overheats from dirty talk mode engaging and being forcibly stopped by don't be crude.]

Oh, your tongue is-- Nng. As much as you can take. However you like.

[He's being strangely polite. Huh. Dan Feng makes a few more good attempts to take him down his throat, before giving up and doing the nuzzling thing with his dick again.]

You can fuck my throat next time. [Yeah there he goes...] I need practice.

[He shifts, and sits up to rip his own shirt off and fling it across the room. He's flushed all the way down to his nipples, and he has to sneak in a tit grope (or two) before straddling him.]

[the look in randy's eyes is almost feral with longing. he wants to touch. but he has to stay still. so all he can do is run his mouth as politely as possible, every ounce of him leaning towards dan feng as if held by invisible bonds.]

Lookin' forward to it. You're beautiful. I want to see you.

You are seeing me...?

[UP close and personal, as he braces his forearms against Randy's chest and tries to sit on his dick immediately, as promised, but he's so busy having his braincells fried every time he makes contact that he's forgotten he has to actually take his pants off.]

Why ... [He looks up at Randy, desperate.] What's happening.

[oh no. he blew HIMSELF stupid. oh no it's cute.]

Gotta finish undressing, darlin'. Let me help?

[his hands are still obediently over his head, and though his cock twitches enthusiastically under dan feng's weight, he's otherwise still.]

Why weren't you helping earlier?

[He leans down to kiss him like the question mark to that sentence.]

[chu!]

Bein' a good, obedient dog.

[He slumps into the crook of Randy's neck at that one kiss.]

Nice puppy. [Muffled, licking a stripe up his jaw. He reaches up to grip his wrists with both hands, trying to pull them down.] Don't be nice to me.

[freezes with a whiiiine, straining to keep his hands up for a moment or two then going slack, letting dan feng move him as he will for now.]

Y'sure about that?

[How bad can it be?]

Give me your worst. I can take it. [Says the guy whose entirety of his skin and scales and even hair is currently an erogenous zone.] Or is my cute little mutt all bark and no bite?

I'm considering that overwriting all orders given 'til now. For the record.

[that's his warning, as randy lunges abruptly to flip them and wrestle his hands free.]

What ord--

[His eyes roll back briefly into his head at the pressure of Randy shaking himself free - Dan Feng was holding him pretty tightly - and he goes down with a yowl, quite suddenly on his back.

There's a pretty sizeable bulge in his pants, prominent with the way his legs are spread.]

[covering him with his broad, sturdy body and pinning him, taking the opportunity to sink his teeth into the base of his throat hard, even with his blunt human teeth. hard enough to bruise intensely, if not quite to the blood. at the same time, he's grinding his thigh down between dan feng's legs.]

[He wails a garbled version of Randy's name, nails scrabbling red lines down his back. The scent of copper wafts between them, along with the salt from Dan Feng's overwhelmed tears.]

Bastard--! [He's practically humping that thigh, panting against Randy's hair.] Bad dog!

[leaving another bite right atop it, gentler, stinging, but, you know, right atop it.]

S'what you asked for, darlin'.

[he's keeping the sweet nickname. that's also rough. keeping the pressure on dan feng's groin as he sits back just enough to watch his face.]

You gonna come again, just like this? Twice already, still in your pants?

[You know he's going to turn all of your socks inside out for this when he does your laundry right.]

I still. Haven't said you could come, you know.

[Raspy mumble.] You look good from this angle.

[that's just cute tbh]

That's right. Neglectful owner, aren'tcha? Leaving your puppy hanging like this.

[slipping a hand down to squeeze at his dragon's trapped lengths.]

Come on. You're such a clean freak most of the time. Make a real mess to clean up later.

[He twitches violently at being called his owner, referring to him as your puppy. Today in he is learning ever more fascinating things about himself.]

I want. [CAN YOU TAKE THE HAND OFF HIS DICKS FOR ONE (1) SECOND HELP HIM PLEASE HE IS DYING. He turns his face away, suddenly embarrassed.] Just take off my clothes!

As you wish.

[but he's taking his sweet time so much as teasing the button of his fly open with a thumb as he keeps kneading at his cocks.]

Can you hold on 'til you're naked?

What do you take me for! I can control myself!

[Tailfluff swat TO THE FACE]

[snaps at his tail with a sharp laugh.]

That a bet?

[Dan Feng is not a gambling man, but one thing that he is is proud.]

What do you wager, puppy?

[Hand sliding into his hair, to fist into it and yank.]

[it's already grown a bit longer, pullable. randy groans pleasantly, and squeezes dan feng's cocks harder, only barely playing with his zipper enough to meet the order.]

Nothin' I wouldn't give for free, right now.

[shamelessly honest, letting his head loll with that hairpulling even as he grins down at him.]

Nice, easy stakes for a mess of a Master.

[That visibly affects him too, being called Master. He doesn't even remember what got them here, only that if Randy keeps calling him things he'll lick the next thing right out of his infernal mouth.]

I wager a kiss. [His heels kick against the sheets, before he moves to bat away Randy's hands and take his pants off himself.]

Ohh.

[laughing and letting his hands be shoved away, but he's not going to be quite so easy. instead of leaning back, he's scooting down to shove his face in the way, nuzzling at the wet shapes in dan feng's pants.]

I do want that.

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