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[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.]
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-
[Yeah it opens again.]
[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.]
Good boy.
[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.]
[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.]
[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--]
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--]
[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.]
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.]
[oops they are spinning out of control here but it's fine. it's fine. he'll keep them steady.]
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.]
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.]
Edited 2024-12-09 05:27 (UTC)
[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.]
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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