[And isn't that more ominous? Dan Feng sways closer, then, hooking a finger in the back of his collar- not enough to choke, but certainly enough to be felt.]
But you are mine to care for all the same, my dear. Don't make me repeat myself.
[Behind him, the telltale sound of Dan Heng's tail lashing can be heard. He doesn't want to strip in this elevator, where it smells bad and where when they leave, he could be seen. But Dan Feng is insistent.
He is keenly aware the finger at the back of his collar is a warning but...]
And how will you prevent others from seeing me, when we eventually leave this elevator?
[Dan Feng will feel the way he shivers, running from the tip of his tail to the base, a quiet noise that might be a whine if he had any less self-control.]
[He sounds considering... indulgent. Dan Feng leans in very close, like he's going to slot their mouths together; he stops short, every word brushes Dan Heng's lips.]
I can indulge anything you want. You are safe with me.
[Those fingers dig in and Dan Heng arches forward, tail twitching wildly as sparks dance along his nerves. He does stumble forward into Dan Feng this time-- close enough for the other to feel the ragged breath he takes in, trying to gather his focus.
It's pretty much impossible with Dan Feng doing that, but he tries anyway.] Okay... Okay I'll...
[Clothes. If Dan Feng shreds his clothes, that'll go even more poorly than doing it himself. He reaches up to tug at the hidden closures of his shirt, trying to ignore where he is right now, which isn't difficult when Dan Feng has a grip on his tail like that, digging fingers into some of his most sensitive scales.]
[There's a thrill going through him at getting his way; and all his thoughts subsume into I am going to take such good care of you. He lets go of Dan Heng so he can strip properly, picking up the raiments as they're removed, pressing a kiss to his temple and forehead and cheek with every new swathe of skin revealed.]
[Hey rude. Who decided he gets to say that to him?
At least he's stopped touching his tail, which is kinder to his sanity than Dan Feng had been before. He appreciates Dan Feng taking the clothing once it's removed, one less thing to worry about, but the kisses, the praise...
It's a disorienting and gentler contrast to moments earlier, and Dan Heng is flushed all the way up his ears by the time he's made his way to his pants.]
Oh? Have you never swam naked in your Vidyadhara form?
[Dan Heng's clothing is draped carefully over the crook of an elbow, as Dan Feng steps closer. Not to help with undressing - Dan Heng has to do that all by himself - but to walk gentle fingers up a horn, because he's an asshole.]
[Maybe it was that part where the Ruins Author was involved? One of THEIR emanator... something like that. Dan Feng does not remember the Luofu mission because Kafka had to wipe it from his brain to make him fit for interstellar travel. He'd been told he dredged Scalegorge Waterscape up, but not much else.
His tail catches Dan Heng's, twines around it to try and keep it from hitting him.]
Why did you don a mortal guise, anyway?
[Dan Feng does not know how loaded this question is, as evidenced by him trying to reach for one of Dan Heng's horns again.]
[His tail squirms against Dan Feng's trying to get loose, ultimately giving up the fight after a few long moment because the feeling of scales brushing against scales just feels really nice.
He looks to be struggling to focus on both removing his pants and the question, but at least he's got the clasp on his pants undone, slid down his hips.
...He can't get these off without removing his shoes.]
Many reasons. I enjoy the ability to be seen as myself, first and foremost. [Too many times has he been called by the wrong name.] Safety, mostly. [He kind of wants to bite Dan Feng when he makes another grab for his horns, shifting out of the way instead.] You are making this very difficult.
Good point. The Preceptors would not be happy you left.
[Should he be talking about the Preceptors when he's - hm - he's kneeling, what is he doing actually? He curls a hand around the back of Dan Heng's thigh, undoes the clasps of one of his boots, sliding his hand between the leather and Dan Heng's calf in a way that could be considered pornographic on 338 planets.]
[Dan Feng looks up at him through his lashes - even though he's the one kneeling, he's absolutely predatory, hungry, like he's going to devour Dan Heng whole. He presses a kiss to the inside of his thigh, then his knee.
He delicately lifts Dan Heng's foot out of the boot, easily supporting his weight. And then he kisses the jut of his ankle, sucking a bruise into the skin above.]
[Yeah, all thoughts of the crusty preceptors are gone at that look, an equally hungry look coming to Dan Heng's own gaze, as if the sight before him was a feast he wanted to devour.
It seems they are entirely too similar in very specific ways... like this, with such intense focus on what they want in moments like now. Dan Heng holds very still while Dan Feng removes his boot, barely seeming to breath but for a small gasp when the other starts to suck a bruise into his skin.]
[He croons, setting that bare foot down on the elevator carpet. He then undoes his other boot, but before he takes that other one off too, with the same care - he leans in, and fits his mouth over the apex of Dan Heng's legs, never breaking eye contact.]
[Hearing his name crooned like that, being looked at like that... it makes the depths of his gut curl and spark, something ravenous building in his veins, the urge to drag Dan Feng closer making his fingers twitch.
And then Dan Feng does it for him, in the best way possible.
The sound that escapes him is quiet, but obscene-- choked on at the last second, demanding and pleading all at once as his thighs clench, as he blindly reaches out to grab at whatever part of Dan Feng he can reach.]
[Perhaps he'll remember this the next time he dons the robes of their office: Dan Feng's mouth hot through the fine fabric, a thumb slipping under the silver cuff high on his thigh, pressing against heated skin. How he moans, muffled, eyes shuttering, as if being between Dan Heng's legs was his favorite place to be.
He'll be able to grab at Dan Feng's hair, even as shifts, pillowing his cheek on Dan Heng's bare ribs. He smiles at Dan Heng in a way that he's been told is extremely aggravating.]
[He chases Randy's warmth, leaning in to slot their mouths together -- and he freezes, before dropping a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth instead.]
[hums a noncommittal sound for a bare moment, but is quickly diverted by that almost kiss. he whines under his breath and tips his head to kiss Dan Feng's cheek.]
[so the problem is Randy has extremely good vision, actually, and the black of Dan Feng's shirt going ever so slightly blacker has his attention immediately. his expression sobers immediately. and he licks Dan Feng's palm.]
[He leans away further, but that hand on his waist stops him. It doesn't take long, anyway, for the wound to start knitting together, Dan Feng twitching through it.]
I remember... I had a similar wound when I jumped off one of the towers. It was odd. [He really does not have the cognitive ability to put together that this was one of his taboos.]
No, I've died many times from falls before. Never had a clean cut like this.
[The cut's gone now, but the blood still remains smeared on his chest.]
The peculiarities do not matter, I will heal from it regardless. The point is that you should conduct yourself in public and not say things like- like-
[There's a glint of something in his eyes, and then his mouth moves under Randy's palm, words muffled. It's clear what he's saying, though, from the way the cut on his chest broadens, bleeding further, maybe it would go deeper and into his ribs and into his heart and he'd bleed out completely and,]
[Muffled protest!!! Good thing Randy probably already knows the responsibility of looking after someone goes both ways, because Dan Feng is Dan Feng.
After a few annoyed moments, he curls a long tongue around those fingers, and leans forward, hilting them in his throat. That'll learn him, wouldn't it, right--]
[he knows, but does not expect Dan Feng's unhinged response. he's not braced for that image to collide with his already suddenly pressing arousal, and the little growl he makes is undeniably hungry, even as his other hand grips Dan Feng's jaw.]
[How dare he-- Dan Feng doesn't know when he's started panting, or rocking against him, but this is a bad idea, he can already feel the drool slide slick over his chin but he can't move his head back because of Randy's grip.
As long as he doesn't bite it should be fine. It should. His pupils have dilated into broad ovals, face flushed as he closes his lips around Randy's fingers and hollows out his cheeks.]
[He can take violence, but he doesn't know what to do with this tenderness, heat flushing down his cheekbones and into the collar of his shirt. It's starting to smell like the sea, damp and salt as Dan Feng ruts against the hardness in Randy's shorts.
His wound has already knit closed, and he wants to press skin against skin so he leans in further, forgetting about the fingers in his mouth and choking himself.]
[He doesn't understand why this is so hot, the desperation of it, the wet touch on his tongue. There isn't space for the mara to come up his throat, not when he's keeping his mouth open for Randy to play with.
He's not even half hard when he starts to wrench his head back.]
'm goingh-
[He's afraid of biting down on Randy's fingers if he comes.]
[Randy lets Dan Feng pull back til his fingers withdraw from his mouth, then he's getting that hand with its wet, warm fingers on the back of Dan Feng's neck and reeling him in close again, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he starts to rock up against him.]
[He's wrapped his arms around Randy's shoulders, shivering under the kiss and not moving, he wants more of those, this easy, non-performative affection. His pants are so tight it's painful, slick wet against his crotch, but he can't be bothered with taking himself out or Randy out because losing any contact was unfathomable.
It doesn't take long before he clamps a hand on Randy's shoulder and bites down on it instead of the crook of Randy's neck as he comes, hips jerking out of rhythm.]
[the wet heat of Dan Feng riding him through their clothes is so fucking hot, and combined with the insistent pulse of reward from his objective, he's worked up beyond belief. his cock is a blazing hot shape through their soaked clothes, twitching notably as Dan Feng comes on top of it, but not quite following suit.]
Good boy. Beautiful.
[he tips his head to give him more affectionate little kisses, but at this point and angle, he can only really reach horn. which he kisses!]
[takes the headbutt with a rumbly little laugh, breathless, still rocking up shallowly into the sopping wet layers of cloth keeping him out of Dan Feng's wet heat.]
[He inhales, leaning in to mouth at Randy's jaw. A blink and his hand is slick with cool cloudhymn, warming up very quickly as he takes Randy out. These shorts are ruined.]
You're... big. [He licks his lips as he starts stroking in a rhythm that does absolutely nothing except stoke his arousal.] I own this, you understand?
[Hard to tell if Dan Feng is being literal or metaphorical there, but the important thing here is that Dan Feng is still thinking very hard about how to get dick without turning Randy into a pile of sentient mushy meat and leaves. He lets go, tries to drag Randy with him as he stands. Wait...]
[He's already red, flustered blotchy, but he still doesn't look Randy in the eyes when he hooks thumbs in his pants and pushes them down just above his knees.
He's dripping wet, sweet brine in the air, thighs shining with slick. His cocks bounce out of their confinement. Dan Feng faces the dais and braces his hands on it.]
[Fuck, he hisses internally, so as not to start the violence up again.]
Gladly.
[he says instead, voice reverent as first he presses himself all along Dan Feng's back and kisses the nape of his neck. his erection is a burning weight against the base of his tail and ass.]
You're so gorgeous. So wet. Is that all for me, darlin'?
[How does he know draping his weight like that over Dan Feng makes his knees shake? How to rock against his tail like that? Why is he attracted to these kinds of muscular assholes?
His tail lifts like he's presenting, before the fluff smacks Randy in the face. What is he doing. Dallying.]
[There's not much give to his thighs- he's lithe, and muscled, but he sure can keep his thighs clamped, and whenever Randy fucks in he's large enough to rut against the underside of one of Dan Feng's cocks.
Not to mention the delicious friction over his lower lips, slick against velvet heat.]
[He would have taken names like whore or slut a lot better. These ones undo him, breaths hitched as he frantically pats behind himself, trying to grab at Randy's hand - hip - anything -]
[more than eager, hand slipping past Dan Feng's grasping one to curl around his lower cock, quickly matching the pace of stroking being applied to the other one, matching the searing heat of his own erection rutting between his thighs.]
[That's when Randy trips over his own limits, hips bucking a broken pace as he spills wetly between his thighs, groan ragged. his body presses tight against Dan Feng's back, all but curling around him as orgasm shakes through them both.]
[But he is sort of just leaning against the dais now, cleaning himself off by swiping all of that slick off his skin and licking it off his fingers, instead of using cloudhymn.]
[unfortunately calling him puppy is only encouraging his traitorous dick, which throbs again, but he's thrown off by the next bit. takes a moment or two to process. thunks his head against the back of Dan Feng's shoulder to laaaaugh, warm and easy.]
[He yanks his own pants back up, tucking himself back in. Turns around, and before Randy can do anything else, he's going to use cloudhymn to clean and dry his cock and shorts with water, sort of like a sexy laundry service, if the owner was a cranky old man.]
I want a nap. But I also want protection so I can put eggs in you. [WHAT kind of protection this is we are unsure.] Be useful and tell me what you can contribute.
Have you ever thought of how insane that sentence is?
Kind Regards, Anyone normal who is Not Dan Feng]
We will need to find a way. I have rarely wanted to sleep with anyone I did not intend to kill after. Until then, I will refrain from using you as an incubator.
[He'd rather die than admit he really does not want to lose Randy's attention, but then again he'd rather die than most things, if not all. The point is that he stares at Randy owlishly for about five more seconds than socially acceptable, before turning his nose up and hmphing his way onward without further complaint.]
[He stomps all the way to the shops, reaching the first place that remotely looks like a pharmacy. He then stops - hangs back - he is definitely not... hiding behind Randy or anything. His ears have gone pink again.]
[and he'll step forward, chatting up the shopkeep with relaxed, friendly ease. it really seems like they already know each other. he asks straightforwardly about the condoms, their capacity, any specialty items along those lines-- turns out they do have some with uncommon stretch and sturdiness, and when Randy sideways jokes about eggs, he's met with very serious insistence they'd hold. but they aren't cheap.]
[He's put a possessive hand on the small of Randy's back, but he's still a step behind Randy. He's quiet, not because he's passive, but because he's getting intense secondhand embarrassment about the - the - the condom talk.]
We can - we can save for the. That version. Can you hurry up.
[He isn't making eye contact with the shopkeep either, the very picture of bashful, blushing partner.]
[He sounds doubtful, mostly because there aren't very many species who can keep up with a dragon, but okay. He steers Randy towards the dorms, the hand on his back lightly scratching thin red lines into his skin.]
[Well, the 'strong personality' immediately crowds him against the door after closing and locking it, face turned up to just - look at him. Kind of like looking at a bug.]
Fascinating way to put it. You are used to people who think like me?
[He's multitasking by groping one of Randy's pecs, while his other hand tries to yank his shorts down. When the shorts don't magically fall off instantly, he snicks his claws out and moves to shred them off--]
[Has he ever had an angry handjob before. Because that's what Dan Feng is doing; he might be squeezing a little too hard, a bit too rough, fang catching on his lower lip as he glares up at Randy.]
[he's not usually the kind of guy to get in bed with someone mad at him so no! it's- pretty hot though. he can't help but buck into his grip, biting his own lip as he meets his gaze and raises an eyebrow.]
Keep calling me that and you are not walking out of this room under your own power for the next two days.
[This is a THREAT sir; Dan Feng leans in and opens his mouth - laves his tongue from hilt to the underside of the head, and then very gently drags the point of a fang over his shaft.]
[Sorry he is ignoring Randy in favor of rubbing his cheek against that cock; smearing pre all over his face, like he's bathing in the scent. He doesn't seem to realize he's doing this, tail sweeping across the floor as he presses a hand between his own thighs.]
[He pauses. Why does that sort of consideration affect him that much? Dan Feng hasn't been asked about what he liked for a very long time, he doesn't really remember what he likes about most things at this point.
He leans in to press a cheek briefly against Randy's knee, and then to help him take off his clothes completely, annoyed at himself for being maudlin over condoms.]
[There's no heat in it. There is a brief nip to an asscheek, a strangled 'why do you look like this', and the crinkle of a condom wrapper.
Dan Feng spreads him open, then, and something soft and warm presses against his hole, working him open. But both of his hands are still on his cheeks, so Randy can probably work that out for himself.]
[His tongue is just as draconic as the rest of him, forked and strong and longer than any human's, but Dan Feng starts making these noises that suggest a) he's really enjoying eating him out and b) he's determined to wring an orgasm out of him with it.
A hand wraps around Randy's cock without warning, starting to strip him mercilessly.]
[not only is Dan Feng Determined, he's also a medical professional, and Randy's body isn't laid out much different from other humanoid species. his prostate is easy to find and bully, especially with such a long and flexible tongue, and the hand on his cock is merciless.]
Oh, oh fffuck, you aren't holding back at all-
[his hips twitch between tilting back to work Dan Feng's tongue even deeper and forward into his hand. his insides already start trembling tellingly.]
[He's going to find out Very Soon why he's not holding back, because when Dan Feng finally claims him he's going to fuck his higher brain functions out of him.
His tail curls around Randy's calf, possessive, as he keeps on working him; the wet sounds of it obscene in the room. When Randy comes, he's not going to stop, intent on taking it well into oversensitivity.]
[embarrassingly, it might be the covetous slide of scales against his skin that polishes him off.]
Dan Feng!
[he spills in his hand, bucks on his tongue in a way that near-seamlessly transitions into trying to squirm away with a plaintive whine in the back of his throat before long.]
[Oh, he sounds good. He sounds a little like he's in pain, which is even better. He doesn't stop until he's satisfied with Randy's whining, but eventually he does pull back, standing up, discarding the condom and tucking the other packets away.
At least the hand petting his cock is a little languid, trailing upwards to define his abs. His thoughts wander: the thing wearing Yingxing's corpse had a similar build, but more scars, and he probably wouldn't let Dan Feng touch him like this without ripping his throat out. Dan Feng would also be crying halfway. He would also--]
[with how long Dan Feng goes at him, Randy's tone doesn't stop being whiny by the time he processes the line of questioning. which takes a bit, with him still shivering off the last of the overstimulation and distracted by a slender hand stroking up his (come-spattered) belly.]
[He mashes his face against one of Randy's shoulders, before folding his arms around the other man's waist. He's hot and hard against Randy's thigh, but he seems to ignore this in favor of just holding the other man against the wall, cheek against the salt and sun on his back.]
[He doesn't look like he's having any trouble at all, even if their build difference is pretty large. And he also pretty much tosses Randy into his nest, visibly very pleased with himself.]
You look very good here. [He preens, divesting himself of his own clothes.]
Behave. [His compression shirt survives the distraction, but he's shucking his pants and socks off and he spends about half of his attention staring at Randy's tits. The results in him catching an ankle on a pant leg and he splays forward across Randy's legs.]
[Laving his tongue over the marks, pinching a nipple cruelly between his fingers. Those fingers graze the edge of the mouth in the middle of his chest, while his other hand hilts two fingers immediately inside his hole.]
[the mouth in his chest snaps open, hungry, then he wills it closed with a needy whine. his voice catches on it, back arching, when those fingers fill him suddenly. he's absolutely still sensitive from being eaten out, weirdly!]
[A dream that Dan Feng can't wait to sink into, petting slick cloudhymn into his wet heat. He sits up to tear a packet open with his teeth, but ends up biting into the condom inside it. The next minute is spent trying to open another packet with slick fingers. Pls help he is losing his mind.]
[He looks like he's going to think a lot more about it later, but right now Randy's face looks like Dan Feng's chances of sex are going to go down exponentially the more he asks.]
[Randy kisses and nips at the blade of an ear in turn, humming pleased little noises as he rolls the condom down to the base, and lets his fingertips tease feather-light between Dan Feng's lengths, juuust dipping into the wetness of his vent.]
[he goes down easily, fingers sliding damp against Dan Feng's hip as they're dislodged. then he brings that hand up to brush against the smaller man's lips, smiling up at him.]
[His expression twitches at being ordered. As he leans in to lap up at the fingers presented to him, though, his objective of following orders activates, and the mara curling in his veins stills. It feels a little like when Kafka whispers to him, but not really, and he's looking Randy in the eyes as he licks his hand clean.
Distantly he thinks, wait, this isn't really cleaning at all, before he swallows Randy's fingers down to the knuckles.]
[Randy keeps his gaze on Dan Feng, all that heat and fondness plain to see in sea green eyes. It's not really cleaning him up, but cloudhymn can do that later-- he's more than happy to curve his fingers in the wet heat of that mouth, stroke along that devastating tongue.]
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[He turns to look at the elevator buttons. Hits the emergency stop button. Smiles at Dan Heng.]
Strip.
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Here?
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[Said with that brand of stubbornness they both have.]
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[And isn't that more ominous? Dan Feng sways closer, then, hooking a finger in the back of his collar- not enough to choke, but certainly enough to be felt.]
But you are mine to care for all the same, my dear. Don't make me repeat myself.
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He is keenly aware the finger at the back of his collar is a warning but...]
And how will you prevent others from seeing me, when we eventually leave this elevator?
[Unstoppable force versus immovable object.]
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You want others to see you on your hands and knees, bare and dripping?
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No.
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They'd know you were mine.
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You said... you didn't want anyone to see.
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[He sounds considering... indulgent. Dan Feng leans in very close, like he's going to slot their mouths together; he stops short, every word brushes Dan Heng's lips.]
I can indulge anything you want. You are safe with me.
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Dan Heng does not consider himself an exhibitionist by any means, but Dan Feng keeps teasing.] I don't... want anyone to see.
[His tongue slips out, wetting his lips-- just barely brushing against Dan Feng's own.]
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Fingers press into the base of Dan Heng's tail- digging into the merge of scale and skin.]
Clothes off, my little darling. Or I will shred them off you.
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It's pretty much impossible with Dan Feng doing that, but he tries anyway.] Okay... Okay I'll...
[Clothes. If Dan Feng shreds his clothes, that'll go even more poorly than doing it himself. He reaches up to tug at the hidden closures of his shirt, trying to ignore where he is right now, which isn't difficult when Dan Feng has a grip on his tail like that, digging fingers into some of his most sensitive scales.]
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[There's a thrill going through him at getting his way; and all his thoughts subsume into I am going to take such good care of you. He lets go of Dan Heng so he can strip properly, picking up the raiments as they're removed, pressing a kiss to his temple and forehead and cheek with every new swathe of skin revealed.]
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At least he's stopped touching his tail, which is kinder to his sanity than Dan Feng had been before. He appreciates Dan Feng taking the clothing once it's removed, one less thing to worry about, but the kisses, the praise...
It's a disorienting and gentler contrast to moments earlier, and Dan Heng is flushed all the way up his ears by the time he's made his way to his pants.]
I'm not used to being naked like... this.
[In this form, he means.]
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[Dan Heng's clothing is draped carefully over the crook of an elbow, as Dan Feng steps closer. Not to help with undressing - Dan Heng has to do that all by himself - but to walk gentle fingers up a horn, because he's an asshole.]
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He's going a little squinty eyed trying and it would be comical in any other environment.]
Up until... a recent incident, not even anyone... on the express knew.
[He fumbles one of the clasps on his pants and his tail swats at Dan Feng because honestly the jerk deserved it.] I have not.
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His tail catches Dan Heng's, twines around it to try and keep it from hitting him.]
Why did you don a mortal guise, anyway?
[Dan Feng does not know how loaded this question is, as evidenced by him trying to reach for one of Dan Heng's horns again.]
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He looks to be struggling to focus on both removing his pants and the question, but at least he's got the clasp on his pants undone, slid down his hips.
...He can't get these off without removing his shoes.]
Many reasons. I enjoy the ability to be seen as myself, first and foremost. [Too many times has he been called by the wrong name.] Safety, mostly. [He kind of wants to bite Dan Feng when he makes another grab for his horns, shifting out of the way instead.] You are making this very difficult.
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[Should he be talking about the Preceptors when he's - hm - he's kneeling, what is he doing actually? He curls a hand around the back of Dan Heng's thigh, undoes the clasps of one of his boots, sliding his hand between the leather and Dan Heng's calf in a way that could be considered pornographic on 338 planets.]
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[His voice comes out raspy. He doesn't want to think about the preceptors when Dan Feng is doing that, the picture he makes--
If Dan Feng looks up, he'll find Dan Heng looks enthralled watching him, having paused entirely in his movements.]
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He delicately lifts Dan Heng's foot out of the boot, easily supporting his weight. And then he kisses the jut of his ankle, sucking a bruise into the skin above.]
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It seems they are entirely too similar in very specific ways... like this, with such intense focus on what they want in moments like now. Dan Heng holds very still while Dan Feng removes his boot, barely seeming to breath but for a small gasp when the other starts to suck a bruise into his skin.]
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[He croons, setting that bare foot down on the elevator carpet. He then undoes his other boot, but before he takes that other one off too, with the same care - he leans in, and fits his mouth over the apex of Dan Heng's legs, never breaking eye contact.]
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And then Dan Feng does it for him, in the best way possible.
The sound that escapes him is quiet, but obscene-- choked on at the last second, demanding and pleading all at once as his thighs clench, as he blindly reaches out to grab at whatever part of Dan Feng he can reach.]
Dan Feng.
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He'll be able to grab at Dan Feng's hair, even as shifts, pillowing his cheek on Dan Heng's bare ribs. He smiles at Dan Heng in a way that he's been told is extremely aggravating.]
Be good for me, Xiaoheng. Everything off.
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You're mine. I can do what I want.
[Hands cage Randy against the dais as he leans in even more, no space between them from hip to chest.]
I want you to stay.
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Randy arches, just a little, an encouraging little press of body to body.]
It'll be harder to stay if I'm dead.
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[He chases Randy's warmth, leaning in to slot their mouths together -- and he freezes, before dropping a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth instead.]
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This is already risky enough.
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[stroking his hands down Dan Feng's back.]
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Literal sleep?
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Literal. [Maybe. The urge to see Randy cry is a little overwhelming.] I will not take you apart here.
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I really need to find out if we can get condoms for your dragon pussy-dick situation.
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You can't say that ou--
[He curls over in pain, nearly goring Randy in the face.]
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[yanking his head back in time but he is fully failing to say like, words, with that hand there,]
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You can't say. You c- [Hhhghk,] those words. Improper!
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Your chest.
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What?
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What happened?
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I remember... I had a similar wound when I jumped off one of the towers. It was odd. [He really does not have the cognitive ability to put together that this was one of his taboos.]
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[nope. not the time to unpack that. watching his healing carefully.]
And it wasn't from falling on something?
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[The cut's gone now, but the blood still remains smeared on his chest.]
The peculiarities do not matter, I will heal from it regardless. The point is that you should conduct yourself in public and not say things like- like-
[Yeah it opens again.]
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Stop that!
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[taking his hand off his mouth.
to shove his fingers in instead.]
It's not worth it.
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After a few annoyed moments, he curls a long tongue around those fingers, and leans forward, hilting them in his throat. That'll learn him, wouldn't it, right--]
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As long as he doesn't bite it should be fine. It should. His pupils have dilated into broad ovals, face flushed as he closes his lips around Randy's fingers and hollows out his cheeks.]
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Shh, that's good. You're being very good for me.
[pressing a kiss to his forehead, thumb stroking along the soft skin just behind his jaw as he rocks his fingers ever so slightly in and out.]
Thank you. I have you. You have me.
[he's rock hard but doing his best.]
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His wound has already knit closed, and he wants to press skin against skin so he leans in further, forgetting about the fingers in his mouth and choking himself.]
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Careful- I've got you.
[drawing his fingers back just enough Dan Feng can breathe around them, stroking his tongue as best he can.]
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He's not even half hard when he starts to wrench his head back.]
'm goingh-
[He's afraid of biting down on Randy's fingers if he comes.]
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C'mon, lovely-
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[He's wrapped his arms around Randy's shoulders, shivering under the kiss and not moving, he wants more of those, this easy, non-performative affection. His pants are so tight it's painful, slick wet against his crotch, but he can't be bothered with taking himself out or Randy out because losing any contact was unfathomable.
It doesn't take long before he clamps a hand on Randy's shoulder and bites down on it instead of the crook of Randy's neck as he comes, hips jerking out of rhythm.]
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[the wet heat of Dan Feng riding him through their clothes is so fucking hot, and combined with the insistent pulse of reward from his objective, he's worked up beyond belief. his cock is a blazing hot shape through their soaked clothes, twitching notably as Dan Feng comes on top of it, but not quite following suit.]
Good boy. Beautiful.
[he tips his head to give him more affectionate little kisses, but at this point and angle, he can only really reach horn. which he kisses!]
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[Dan Feng moans, nearly pornographic, jolting bodily at the kiss to his horn. He lolls his head back, leans forward to bump their foreheads together.
He really wants to kiss him. But he can't. He squirms.]
This isn't fair.
wtf it was my tag??
It is what it is. S'okay. You feel good?
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[He's petulantly annoyed, and visibly still hard, and he wants to ride Randy until he cries, and
He unceremoniously dips his hand into Randy's waistband, feeling for the shape of him.]
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[he's hot and thick and long and bucking up into that hand with a strangled noise.]
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You're... big. [He licks his lips as he starts stroking in a rhythm that does absolutely nothing except stoke his arousal.] I own this, you understand?
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All of me-- right?
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[Hard to tell if Dan Feng is being literal or metaphorical there, but the important thing here is that Dan Feng is still thinking very hard about how to get dick without turning Randy into a pile of sentient mushy meat and leaves. He lets go, tries to drag Randy with him as he stands. Wait...]
Get up.
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Yessir.
[picking himself up, only a little unsteady, cock also at attention.]
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He's dripping wet, sweet brine in the air, thighs shining with slick. His cocks bounce out of their confinement. Dan Feng faces the dais and braces his hands on it.]
Use m-my- [He stutters.] use my thighs.
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Gladly.
[he says instead, voice reverent as first he presses himself all along Dan Feng's back and kisses the nape of his neck. his erection is a burning weight against the base of his tail and ass.]
You're so gorgeous. So wet. Is that all for me, darlin'?
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[How does he know draping his weight like that over Dan Feng makes his knees shake? How to rock against his tail like that? Why is he attracted to these kinds of muscular assholes?
His tail lifts like he's presenting, before the fluff smacks Randy in the face. What is he doing. Dallying.]
Cease talking and fuck me.
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Needy.
[it's a tease, but his tone says he likes it, and he's reaching down to press his cock between those slick, wet thighs with a groan.]
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[There's not much give to his thighs- he's lithe, and muscled, but he sure can keep his thighs clamped, and whenever Randy fucks in he's large enough to rut against the underside of one of Dan Feng's cocks.
Not to mention the delicious friction over his lower lips, slick against velvet heat.]
Oh, that's good--
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[breathlessly, ramping up to a quick pace swiftly, the sound of his hips slapping into Dan Feng's ass unavoidably filthy.]
You feel amazing, babe.
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[He muffles a gasp into the back of his hand, his other hand taking his upper cock and stroking it in time with Randy's thrusts.
Yaoshi forbid Randy realized how weak he was to endearments. Wait, he probably already knew..!]
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[rutting between his thighs, words stilted.]
How 'bout- darlin'?
[a particularly brutal thrust. mouthing at the nape of his neck.]
Sweetheart?
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Touch me-
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[more than eager, hand slipping past Dan Feng's grasping one to curl around his lower cock, quickly matching the pace of stroking being applied to the other one, matching the searing heat of his own erection rutting between his thighs.]
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He's not even halfway through the afterglow before he freezes.]
Randolph we are in public.
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Mmhm.
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He gets distracted halfway by the mess on his thighs, swiping fingers through the slick of come and putting them into his mouth.]
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[But he is sort of just leaning against the dais now, cleaning himself off by swiping all of that slick off his skin and licking it off his fingers, instead of using cloudhymn.]
You need more nutrition in your diet.
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I blame circumstances.
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[He yanks his own pants back up, tucking himself back in. Turns around, and before Randy can do anything else, he's going to use cloudhymn to clean and dry his cock and shorts with water, sort of like a sexy laundry service, if the owner was a cranky old man.]
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Hmmgh.
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I want a nap. But I also want protection so I can put eggs in you. [WHAT kind of protection this is we are unsure.] Be useful and tell me what you can contribute.
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sorry wait?
his braincell is doing interpretive dance over here.]
...I don't think condoms are gonna be able to handle eggs.
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Useless. [Petulant.] What happens if I go into rut? I would kill you.
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[folding a hand over Dan Feng's, heart skipping a beat, but he doesn't smell like fear.]
I don't s'ppose we could... induce immunity somehow?
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[His hand curls under Randy's. His breath hitches, the nails digging into his skin. His pupils thin into slits, the irises bleeding red--]
I made the exception. I am the exception. I am made of this wretched, disgusting parasitic--
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Stay with me, darlin'.
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But I didn't let you kill me either.
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[His hands are crawling up Randy's chest, to wrap around his favorite place: his neck.]
But I would rather it be me than you. I will always come back. But you. I don't like my toys being broken.
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[voice sardonic, but sobering after a moment.]
I've been broken a long time, sweetheart.
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You are mortal.
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I know.
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You are also an idiot.
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[pet the dragon.]
Your idiot now, though.
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Don't distract me. [He mrrrs, but he's already forgetting he was supposed to tell Randy you have to kill me if I act up.]
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I'm just tellin' it like it is.
[and giving them Good Pettings.]
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[Dan Feng slumps against his chest. If he gets gored by Dan Feng's horn that's his problem.]
Condoms.
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Condoms. Still not sure any condom could handle eggs. Are those a conscious thing...?
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[Apparently in medical contexts he can just say shit.]
And no. It will only happen when I am in rut. I will make space inside you.
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Have you ever thought of how insane that sentence is?
Kind Regards,
Anyone normal who is Not Dan Feng]
We will need to find a way. I have rarely wanted to sleep with anyone I did not intend to kill after. Until then, I will refrain from using you as an incubator.
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Hhahh...
[the waver in his voice is fully, clearly arousal, but he clears his throat.]
'Kay. So until then, condoms. Maybe one on each dick.
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Each? If you would take all of me without injury you would need to be stretched with a fist.
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And?
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I do not think we should talk about this before we find protection.
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He stops though, waits for Randy to catch up, so he can turn to him woodenly and ask,]
Where do we find. Those.
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Stops in the middle of the road.]
How do you know have you been having relations with anyone else.
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[The wide eyed look on his face says so I can kill them.]
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[He trails off. Blinks at him.]
Stop what.
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So if I do not care about your feelings you will stop caring about mine.
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...you talk to the shopkeep.
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Sure.
[and he'll step forward, chatting up the shopkeep with relaxed, friendly ease. it really seems like they already know each other. he asks straightforwardly about the condoms, their capacity, any specialty items along those lines-- turns out they do have some with uncommon stretch and sturdiness, and when Randy sideways jokes about eggs, he's met with very serious insistence they'd hold. but they aren't cheap.]
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We can - we can save for the. That version. Can you hurry up.
[He isn't making eye contact with the shopkeep either, the very picture of bashful, blushing partner.]
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You got it, darlin'.
[just buying a value pack of Normal Condoms, then, and saying goodbye to the shopkeep.]
Shall we?
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What were you doing at the lakeshore?
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Swimming.
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Randy should expect the tongue licking, too.]
What other things do you like?
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I like a lot. But right now, it's hard to think about anythin' but you inside me.
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[Is it just him or does Dan Feng sound a little hungry.]
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[He sounds doubtful, mostly because there aren't very many species who can keep up with a dragon, but okay. He steers Randy towards the dorms, the hand on his back lightly scratching thin red lines into his skin.]
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[voice taking on an aroused little rumble, and he winds an arm over Dan Feng's shoulders in turn as they go.]
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[His tail has perked up, wrapping around the far side of Randy's hip.]
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[he says, always pretty easy, but,]
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Also when he literally hisses at someone they pass in the hallways to Dan Feng's room.]
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C'mon, almost there. I'm all yours.
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[He asks as he opens his door; it's still a fortress of nesting material, but at least there isn't any visible blood.]
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[scanning the room, relaxed.]
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Fascinating way to put it. You are used to people who think like me?
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"Used to"? Nah. I could compare you to my little cousin, but it wouldn't be flattering.
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[Murmured against his collarbone, because that's what Dan Feng's mouth can reach to suck a bruise into.]
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[squirms]
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[He's multitasking by groping one of Randy's pecs, while his other hand tries to yank his shorts down. When the shorts don't magically fall off instantly, he snicks his claws out and moves to shred them off--]
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[Randy tries to beat him to it, shoving his trunks down to his thighs, his half hard cock bobbing dramatically with the abrupt speed of it.]
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I changed my mind. I do not want you to have someone else's name in your mouth. Is that sunburn?
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[He's going to tentatively wrap a hand around Randy's cock, squinting angrily at it.]
I am finding you some sunscreen and you are using it.
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[but it is firming up nicely in his hand.]
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[This is a THREAT sir; Dan Feng leans in and opens his mouth - laves his tongue from hilt to the underside of the head, and then very gently drags the point of a fang over his shaft.]
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Threatening me with a good time again-
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[he reaches down, hands settling in Dan Feng's hair, careful not to touch his horns.]
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[A little petulant, he better think of the correct answer when those fangs are really close to an important part of his body.]
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Darlin', you think I can think of anyone else right now?
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[He starts to tug at his shorts the rest of the way down, so he can dig around in the pockets for the condoms.]
Did you get the flavored ones? I don't like them.
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[apparently unbothered by threats. what else is new? wiggling out of his shorts helpfully.]
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He leans in to press a cheek briefly against Randy's knee, and then to help him take off his clothes completely, annoyed at himself for being maudlin over condoms.]
Turn around.
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[with a teasing lilt, turning to brace himself against the door and wiggle his ass enticingly.]
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[There's no heat in it. There is a brief nip to an asscheek, a strangled 'why do you look like this', and the crinkle of a condom wrapper.
Dan Feng spreads him open, then, and something soft and warm presses against his hole, working him open. But both of his hands are still on his cheeks, so Randy can probably work that out for himself.]
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[he stops wiggling with a soft groan, stance sliding just a little wider, encouraging.]
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A hand wraps around Randy's cock without warning, starting to strip him mercilessly.]
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Oh, oh fffuck, you aren't holding back at all-
[his hips twitch between tilting back to work Dan Feng's tongue even deeper and forward into his hand. his insides already start trembling tellingly.]
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His tail curls around Randy's calf, possessive, as he keeps on working him; the wet sounds of it obscene in the room. When Randy comes, he's not going to stop, intent on taking it well into oversensitivity.]
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Dan Feng!
[he spills in his hand, bucks on his tongue in a way that near-seamlessly transitions into trying to squirm away with a plaintive whine in the back of his throat before long.]
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At least the hand petting his cock is a little languid, trailing upwards to define his abs. His thoughts wander: the thing wearing Yingxing's corpse had a similar build, but more scars, and he probably wouldn't let Dan Feng touch him like this without ripping his throat out. Dan Feng would also be crying halfway. He would also--]
Do you like me? You like me, right?
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Nnh? 'Course I do, sweetheart.
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You don't smell like me enough.
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That's fixable, ain't it?
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[scooped! clearly startled but also delighted, grinning wide and easy.]
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You look very good here. [He preens, divesting himself of his own clothes.]
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Look who's talkin'~
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Stop - stop moving.
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Behave. [His compression shirt survives the distraction, but he's shucking his pants and socks off and he spends about half of his attention staring at Randy's tits. The results in him catching an ankle on a pant leg and he splays forward across Randy's legs.]
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[practically a purr, and he's reaching out to pull Dan Feng atop him when he makes the mistake of getting too close.]
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[Dan Feng brackets him like this, settling between his legs, and he leans down to slot their mouths together and-
He stops, frustrated.] The version of me you've known - you've tasted him?
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... Yeah, I have.
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[A dream that Dan Feng can't wait to sink into, petting slick cloudhymn into his wet heat. He sits up to tear a packet open with his teeth, but ends up biting into the condom inside it. The next minute is spent trying to open another packet with slick fingers. Pls help he is losing his mind.]
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[but while he struggles with the second packet, Randy gets the picture, reaching for it.]
Let me, darlin'.
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[unwrapping the condom, then reaching down to start sliding it onto Dan Feng's upper cock himself.]
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[He stifles the groan at the touch, hands dimpling the skin of Randy's thighs.]
We really have lain together, you - you don't seem surprised at all.
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[sliiiiding it down his length.]
Got lucky enough-- turned into a woman, and so did you, but you kept these? Put one in each hole. Helluva time.
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Can you also put a condom on my other...one.
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[reaching for a second condom to do the same, rewarding the change of topic.]
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[He shivers bodily against Randy's hand, though, rocking against it once, twice, before he presses Randy back down against the pillows.]
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My bad. Mind helping me clean up?
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Distantly he thinks, wait, this isn't really cleaning at all, before he swallows Randy's fingers down to the knuckles.]
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So pretty.