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[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.

Then why are you so far away.

[Okay maybe he should not have been so mean earlier. He growls, and bucks his hips up. His tail wraps around Randy's back, and he props himself up on his elbows, looking very cross.]

The sooner my pants are off the sooner you can rearrange my organs, hurry up.

[oh that has him swiftly reevaluating his priorities.]

Ffffuck, you know how to rile a guy up.

[sitting up and just hauling dan feng's remaining clothing off in one brutal motion. if seams pop, it is what it is.]

[He is either going to be extremely annoying or extremely embarrassed about the ripped pants later, but for now: Dan Feng turning his head into the nearest pillow to muffle the whine of relief as two (2) cocks spring out almost comically, slick with the same wetness covering the inside of his thighs.

He keeps his face in the pillow, one eye peeking out from it to gauge Randy's reaction. His tail is already curling upwards to hide himself in.]

[randy takes in the view greedily, not at all shying away from the unfamiliar anatomy.]

So this is what you meant, huh...

[leaning back in to lick his way up a drenched thigh, grabbing dan feng by the knees to pull him into randy's lap.]

Don't go gettin' shy now, darlin'. How's your puppy supposed to rearrange your guts if you're hiding from him?

[He can't quite snark back immediately, not when being in Randy's lap meant their cocks pressed against each other, hot and slick and up close to his arrogant swagger like this Dan Feng thinks, Do I have a type?.

He winds arms around the broad shoulders. Leans in to shut him up with a kiss so violent it should be illegal, all fang and hunger and possessiveness.]

[Do You Have A Type, Dan Feng?

randy's cock slots so nicely between dan feng's soaked lengths, hard and hot and not flagging in the least. but he can't say much with the ferocity of that kiss, which he's meeting with equal intensity and a near-canine growl, the taste of dan feng's spend right there to lick up.]

[Tasting himself on the other man makes him feel so filthy that he has half a thought to ride Randy's face, but there would be other times for that. A time after he shoves at Randy's shoulders, breaking the kiss before he could come again.

He has to pant a little to work himself down.] Sit. [He says petulantly.] Stay. [Forever??? He lifts a hand to squish Randy's cheeks.] You are so attractive, why are you like this?

[randy chuckles, a throaty little noise, but lets dan feng have that moment to get a hold of himself. he's already sitting. already staying.]

Good t'know I'm to your tastes, darlin'.

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