[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.]
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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.