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[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...!

I'm going to sit on this and make you cry, but later.

[Now that he's been informed of his schedule for the night, Dan Feng tucks some hair behind an ear and tries to choke himself on Randy's cock.

He only gets halfway, but that is because he's too big to comfortably take, and truthfully Dan Feng isn't very experienced in giving head without anticipating the recipient would die.]

Why are you so big?

[help?! moaaaans, hips jerking once before he stills himself. trying to be good.]

Genetics-?

Comparable to both of mine...

[He sounds petulantly mad about his, but he's having a great time fucking his mouth on what he can take of Randy's dick. He's progressively getting louder about it too, wet and slick and unashamed, spit bubbling out the corner of his lips.]

Hold. [He's already cock-drunk.] Hold still.

Both?!

[incredulously horny! whining louder but forcing himself Absolutely Still, per his order.]

Wouldn't you like to know.

[He visibly thinks about what he wants to say. He also does this while lapping at his dick, tongue long enough to wrap around it twice.]

Tell me how you want my mouth.

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?

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