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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.

Edited 2024-12-08 19:08 (UTC)

[you don't have to move to journals in court but follow your dreams-

Randy arches, just a little, an encouraging little press of body to body.]

It'll be harder to stay if I'm dead.

You will not die. Not when I have you.

[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.]

[He pulls back, pressing their foreheads together, breathing hard.]

This is already risky enough.

I knowww...

[stroking his hands down Dan Feng's back.]

Sleep with me.

Of course.

Literal sleep?

[This close, there's no hiding how his face turns red, or how his eyes drop to Randy's mouth.]

Literal. [Maybe. The urge to see Randy cry is a little overwhelming.] I will not take you apart here.

[a soft little laugh and kissing his cheek again.]

I really need to find out if we can get condoms for your dragon pussy-dick situation.

[PLASTERING A HAND OVER HIS MOUTH!!!]

You can't say that ou--

[He curls over in pain, nearly goring Randy in the face.]

Whwnn??

[yanking his head back in time but he is fully failing to say like, words, with that hand there,]

[His shirt is black, so it won't be easy to see the bloodstain crawling across the chest of it.]

You can't say. You c- [Hhhghk,] those words. Improper!

[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.]

[LIFTING HIS PALM AWAY ANd kind of falling backwards --]

[catching him by the waist, immediate and steady.]

Your chest.

[He hesitates, but then lifts the hem of his shirt; a cut has opened diagonally from shoulder to rib, bleeding like it's freshly made.]

What?

[starts to reach to touch, then grimaces and withdraws that hand. his other stays firm on Dan Feng's waist.]

What happened?

[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.]

When you--

[nope. not the time to unpack that. watching his healing carefully.]

And it wasn't from falling on something?

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.]

[claps his hand over Dan Feng's mouth.]

Stop that!

[The look he shoots Randy is so indignant; his tail curls up to whap the fluff of it into his face.]

You're hurting yourself with that! Don't mind what nasty shit I say, I mean well.

[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,]

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